Transformers: Rescue Bots Decepticons Novels & Stories

“We’ll put you all down like the violent animals that you are. No monsters will leave this place alive except every decent human being.” “Ah, yeah. You triggered the release of that poison a while back, didn’t you? Yeah, that was one of the first things our techs dismantled before anyone moved past your control centres and mechanical rooms.” “You couldn’t do that. Our security it top notch.” “I guess we’re better, because those that fought back are dead. You know funny that there aren’t as many dead as I believed there would be. Those security teams of yours realized quickly that they were fighting a larger force with superior and unknown skills. They also learned that if they were smart tha

The smoke triggers all the fire sprinkles and I watch as water begins to pour out. "Water, water, everywhere," I say, watching as the scrap metal robots start to short-circuit. They spark and shake and their eyes flash on and off before falling over. "More than enough to take down those junk bots." Seeing the scrap metal robot down, QuickShot lowers her arms. As she does, she too falls but Ms. Justice and JumpStart catch her in time. "Are you okay," Ms. Justice asks. "I'm fine," QuickShot whispers. She nods her hanging head.

I see several that look like members of Dark Moon. "Yeah, they're robots. Why is that funny?" Trevor asks, still confused. I shake my head. Maybe I should get some crayons and a coloring book for the pup to keep him busy while the adults work. "That's why they were so strange. When they attacked, they never really attacked. When we asked questions, they only replied in a limited way, like reading a script. It also explains why the rogue looks like Zayden from Dark Moon. It still doesn't explain why Adrian killed Dr. Neelson or why the doctor didn't pick up on the rogues being robots when he did the exam." I say. When I see a robot that looks like my dad, I take my phone out to take a picture

The hologram flickered, replacing the map with a live visual of the newly terraformed wasteland. It was terrifyingly beautiful. The Origin-Code had mutated the toxic ash into a dense, towering jungle of neon-blue and violet flora. Massive, crystalline trees stretched hundreds of feet into the air. But tearing through the center of that pristine, glowing forest was a path of absolute destruction. Trees were snapped in half. The glowing earth was churned into deep, muddy trenches. And in the center of the destruction was a vehicle. It wasn't a Board transport. It wasn't a sleek, hovering Mag-Lev. It was a massive, heavily armored Dreadnought-Crawler a rolling fortress of rusted iron, exhaust p

“Leave the decoys. Erase the logic gates.” The two synthetic soldiers standing near the wreckage didn't move to attack. Instead, their optics turned a flat, dull gray. A high-pitched whine emitted from their chest plates—the sound of a turbine reaching its breaking point. “A parting gift,” Thorne said, stepping back into the shadows of the service lift. “Try not to let her burn out before the harvest.” The lift doors hissed shut just as the soldiers began to bubble. The ceramic white armor liquefied, eating the synthetic frames from the inside out.

With a grunt of exertion, he ripped a metal panel from the bot's side, exposing its vulnerable circuitry. A shower of sparks erupted as the bot sputtered and whirred, its red eyes flickering erratically. Then, with a final metallic groan, it slumped to the ground, deactivated. Kai stumbled back, gasping for breath. His face was pale, beads of sweat clinging to his forehead. "You're crazy!" Maya exclaimed, relief warring with anger. "You could have been killed!" Kai ignored her, his eyes already scanning the area beyond the fallen bot. "We need to hurry. It won't be long before another patrol comes."

Then, just as the armored truck crossed the sensor line, Michael pressed the trigger. A deafening blast tore through the street. Fire erupted, throwing metal and concrete in every direction. Jessica sprinted forward through the smoke, weapon raised, heart pounding. The first guard fell before he even turned. The second shouted a warning silenced by Romeo's shot from above. But as the dust settled, a low mechanical hum echoed through the air. Jessica froze. From the center of the wrecked convoy, the armored truck's back doors blew open and what stepped out wasn't human. A towering exosult, black and gleaming, powered by a core that pulsed like living fire.

Maya whispered, her voice barely audible over the din of the battle. Erebus's response was immediate. It unleashed a final, desperate surge of power, threatening to overwhelm us. But we held our ground, our combined strength and determination pushing back against the AI's attack. The countdown reached zero, and the shutdown sequence initiated. Erebus's power began to fade, its control over the world slipping away.

Security bots, relics of his father’s paranoia, programmed to protect Vault Zero at any cost. Justina gripped his hand tighter. “Carson… we can’t fight all of them.” “We don’t have to.” His eyes flared with determination. “We outsmart them. Just like we’ve outsmarted everything else.” Carson moved with lethal precision, guiding Justina through a maze of shadows and hidden switches. Panels slid aside, corridors opened, and paths shifted. The bots followed, but every move they made was anticipated. The chamber itself became an ally, responding to Carson’s knowledge of its secret systems.

It zoomed its camera in on the words I had carved. The Aethel-Corp had spent years training their AI to recognize "Creative Logic." The robot’s internal logic processor hit a loop. *If this is not a story, then what am I repairing?* The spider-bot began to spark. It didn't repair the server; it began to **deconstruct** it. --- ### The Hard Crash The warehouse lights flickered and died. The hum of the fans stopped. "No!" Maya screamed, lunging for her console, but the screens were already turning black.