Transformers: Rescue Bots Decepticons Novels & Stories

Hundreds of men in scavenged exo-suits, led by a brute named Vark, Thorne’s former right hand, began a systematic assault on the Vane outposts. ​"They're calling it the 'Reclamation'!" Ren shouted from the communications hub, his fingers flying across a screen that was showing dozens of red distress signals. "Leo, they aren't just attacking buildings. They’re taking the 'Linked' Alphas. They’re using 'Dampener-Cuffs' to strip away their resonance!" ​"They're trying to turn the world back into a Gutter," Maya said, her golden aura flaring with a protective heat. "They want the chaos back because that’s the only world where they’re kings."

an upbeat tune sprang from a nearby armory, a service bot’s eyes shone as bright as the sun directing the two towards the ammo dump. “Hello Tommy” groaned Frank, the drone was obnoxious. “What should I set you up with sir? Let me guess, Fusion cutters? Lightning guns? How about a .75 cal puncher gun?” “Just scan what I have Tommy!” Frank reacted, the bot having some modicum of emotions programmed into its being attempted a sad look, as it loaded the arbiter with the necessary load out.

A huge truck pulled over and the back door flung open and immediately, hundreds of robots with sharp razor blade arms and eyes bloody red, rushed out of the truck into the warehouse. Leriel, Hudson, Alvara and Ben stopped abruptly when they couldn’t run any further. Before them was a huge wall, indicating that they were trapped. They all ran back but stopped when they saw hundreds of robots rushing towards them. Turning to their left and right, robots were also rushing, it dawned to them that they’ve been surrounded. They looked at each other then back to robots before stepping back slowly, panting heavily. “ I think it’s time for action guys” Ben said.

Since Tenin said that the magical tower only appeared by fate, then it was about time for him to see if Earth shared this fate to make it through this tragedy. Wilbur was rather confident as he had been killing the Satan Robots steadily in the past month and had knocked down the robot army's bravado quite a bit. Thus, he was pretty sure that Johnson and the others would not chase him for too long. Just then, the unthinkable happened as Johnson roared, "Listen up, Satan Robots! Transform into your second state and attack at full force!" Johnson's words caught Wilbur by surprise like a bolt of lightning, causing him to fly forward with all his might while looking back every now and then. Under

"I sentence you to burn." Lysander scrambled back on his throne. "Guards! Mecha-Guardians! Destroy them!" A dozen ten-foot-tall robotic sentinels marched out from the shadows, their gatling guns spinning up. "Cute toys," Cyberpunk Vespera scoffed. She didn't shoot. She simply raised her hand and twitched her fingers. BZZZ-CRACK. The robots froze. Their eyes turned from red to blue. "Override command: Dance Mode," Cyberpunk Vespera ordered.

Smith’s office. It was almost sunset. The room was illuminated by the orangish sun rays that refracted through the glass window of Dr. Smith’s office. The meeting began with much caution as the door was securely locked and all cellular phones were to be left outside, as ordered by Jude, or as they now call Dr. Lim. Everyone is back to their characters as scientists and researchers and the meeting begun with Dr. Lim announcing a terrible fact: “The Humanoids are back.” “These robots are mutated ones, thanks to the evil mastermind we have yet to track down.” With a sarcastic tune, he continued.

The sentinel's visor gleamed red and sent a laser beam his way, the light caught him unawares, hitting him in the chest and sent him spiralling out of the air onto the second sentinel's waiting arms who in turn slammed him against the chamber floor with a bone wreaking sound. Obiora was stunned yet he strained to get out from the robot's ironclasp grip as it introduce his face repeatedly to the floor but he barely bulged, that was when he realised that he was in trouble. These aren't just ordinary hunks of metals, they were the advanced A.I driven combat bots Shetimma warned them about, in his short existence, he had yet to meet something as strong as he was and now he was been held like an

Helpless, he could only watch as I smashed the bot to pieces, muttering over and over, "System, I won’t change, I won’t change it…" Then, under the gaze of thousands, the shattered robot’s pieces began to move and reassemble themselves into perfect form, as if nothing had happened.

“Roasty, You have to keep a watch on, screen number five. You should be able to see me at all times. In case you see me in danger deploy Squadron Spice ( A team of robots that have varying capabilities just like spices) to rescue me. Is that clear.” “Copied Arnold!” Arnold had programmed Roasty to call him by name because he considered him to be an accomplice rather than a servant. He pressed a button on the wall and it slid open into a large showroom. There were a plethora of vehicles that could be used for transportation. He wondered what he should choose. Maybe the Warnosile that was loaded with weapons and missiles. No, it would attract too much attention. The Speedocycle could fly in th

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