Transformers Rotb Mirage Novels & Stories

The Fantasia 2R-E had difficulty catching his much lighter opponent, who happened to be piloting a Fantasia 1R. As the predecessor model, the 1R lagged in several areas compared to the 2R. Nonetheless, the 1R the opponent piloted was the stock model, granted him a decisive advantage in agility and short-ranged mobility. The forest environment also bogged Shifter66 down. His 2R-E couldn't find a clearing to put his substantial boosters to good use. Without the extra speed afforded by the boosters, his 2R-E had been rendered into an overweight mech, clumsily trying to turn its sluggish frame in the direction of his flitting opponent.

"Mr. Elysian’s driving skills are better than mine." She was refusing, but Sawyer was a bit stunned. He subconsciously looked at the Maybach. "But Mr. Elysian said his wrist isn't feeling good."

As soon as Alpha Ace finished vomiting blood, Maximus shifted into his gray wolf and put Alpha Ace on his back. I shifted into my brown wolf and let Gusev ride my back. We instantly broke into a run, faster than ever, as if our lifeline depends on it. It took us an hour before finally reached Alpha Magnus and Alpha Kamilah’s territory. “And we are here.” We didn’t waste a second and Gusev turned into a bat as he flew off to inform Alpha Magnus first.

I remain silent during this process, still not sure what to think about this situation. “Oh, this isn’t good.” Axel exclaims, checking his phone. “I have an alert, the police are looking for a fugitive with telekinetic abilities who may be able to identify a high-risk Abnormal known as a ‘Mimic’.” He looks confused and turns to Myah, “Do you know what a Mimic is?” He asks. She doesn’t show any reaction but simply states; “I can’t think of anything relating to that, CC?” Myah looks towards her sister for a further response,

" Turn it around... turn it around... " Braze yelled at the pilot as Kian helped Mira get back in. But the Dark Mages leaped at the chopper and dragged it back on the ground. Suddenly Roberts visions were back. He saw glimpses of an alter... some hooded figures... and never ending darkness. It was only there for the split of a second but it was enough to make him feel like he would know no joy ever again for the rest of his life. It didn't take him long to identify the enemy in front of him.

Then the loop triggered collapse. The simulation crashed. At Crane’s compound, Mirra watched the system blink red. Simulation instability detected. Asset Liora: Degraded. Asset Prime: Mismatch identified. She turned to Crane, who was already staring at the screen with dead eyes. “She rewrote the program,” he said. “No,” Mirra said quietly. “She rewrote the mirror. They didn’t just fight back. They changed the reflection.” Crane turned slowly. And for the first time in months, his voice cracked with something other than contempt.

But then I remembered the mascara stained tears on my face which must have given me away and I aggressively began to wipe them off even though I knew my face was only becoming more of a mess. “I asked a question and I hate repeating myself so give me an answer before I blow your brains out” he said, his voice still calm while he drilled holes through them with blazing eyes and I saw one guard swallowing in fear. It was satisfying to see them scared and I wondered just how ruthless this Mr Rover was to make them look this terrified. They still didn't say a word and obviously losing his patience, he shot straight into the knees of two of them and I screamed as their blood splattered all over t

I noticed something on the ground and bent down to investigate, but was interrupted when I felt liquid on the back of my neck. “What is going on?” I yelled, looking up. From the window of the tower, I could see the creature sticking her head out, ready to throw down something. “You throw that, and you die,” I said, throwing my voice up. I transformed my eyes into my wolf form and zoomed into her window. Now I could see she had a plate of a half-eaten cake in her hand. My voice had startled her and her eyes were wide with fear. She took a deep intake of breath and mumbled something before sticking her head back in.

Every strike was anticipated, and every feint countered before it could begin, as they moved in a blur of silver and blue with their bodies clashing in the rhythmic precision of a ticking clock. Alexander identified a 0.4-millisecond lag in the Mirror’s joint articulation and exploited the gap with a low sweep, but the Mirror simply liquefied its legs to allow the blade to pass through harmlessly. The Mirror immediately retaliated with a whip-like strike that scorched the fabric of Alexander’s tactical vest, narrowly missing his primary cooling vents. "You’re slowing down, Brother," the Mirror taunted. "The Ice is brittle. It can’t handle the heat of a real-time overwrite."