Transformers Zero Novels & Stories

He drew the briefcase on the floor up to the bar and slid it across to me. I caught it and looked at him. "What's this?" "Open it and see." Without taking my eyes off him, I opened the briefcase slightly. It was stacked with neat-looking one hundred dollar bills. I brought out one and sniffed it before putting it back. I looked up to see the man watching me closely. "Hi, my name is Zero, glad to make your acquaintance." I lifted a hand towards him in a hand shake and watched in rising amusement, the flow of emotions on his face. I knew he debated on whether to shake me or not. Coming to a conclusion, he brought out his hand and clasped mine in a firm shake.

"Only this time, we're getting paid like kings." Ren pulled his own heavily modified Aegis helmet down. The seals locked with a quiet, pressurized hiss. "Squad Zero, link up." [INITIATING NEXT-GEN NEURAL SYNC...] [GRAPHICAL FILTERS: LOCKED AT 100%.] [SENSORY DAMPENERS: AT 30%.] [DROPPING INTO GRID 88-ALPHA.] The Drop The transition was flawlessly smooth. There was no jarring lag, no pixelated rendering while the assets loaded.

began to stabilize, the agonizing heat of the serum cooling into a sharp, crystalline focus. The "Zero Point" was not a building; it was a scar on the ice. A deep-sea research station, repurposed by the "Primordials" before the Trust was even a name on a ledger. It was air-gapped from the global grid, shielded by miles of permafrost and salt. "We’re here," the pilot’s voice crackled over the comms. "Sector Zero. The winds are at eighty knots. We have a three-minute window for the drop before the rotors freeze."

She just had to keep swallowing hard. She reached out to her cup of water and drank it at once with shaky hands. "So what are you guys?" "We are known to be just TRANSFORMERS. This means we can take up any form of anything or anyone we wish. We also can create confusion and tamper with one's mind or thoughts without going through the whole spell thing - ours is natural and we are smooth at it." Pan praised their qualities. Jane forced a subtle smile and looked away. It was good they were normal compared to the beast that she had met.

Amina's mind raced. “What does that mean?”. Before anyone else, the system had acted. The basis of all subsequent adaptive replicas was established by Unit Zero, which served as the foundation for their consciousness. Amina's chest tightened. These were words that evoked feelings of being unfamiliar and familiar to me. “Foundational model?”. Affirmative. Her feet were filled with symbols that emitted light. Unit Zero was the first successful application of the synthetic-emergent identity architecture. Amina barely heard the rest.

Crane’s eyes gleamed. “Because my legacy didn’t die with me. It multiplied.” He pointed to the boy. “To him.” He pointed to Elias. “To you.” And then— He pulled a remote from his coat. Elias shouted— “Don’t—” Crane pressed the button. The far wall opened. Revealing a second Elias. Eyes dead. Hands twitching. No soul. Just machinery wrapped in flesh. “Meet Version Zero,” Crane said. “The control specimen. The one with no memory. No emotion. No resistance. Pure obedience.”

I almost never transform so I have no idea how to fight with it' ##############

Zero immediately ended the video call without waiting for Zeva's response. "Zerooo... don't run away! How could you suddenly cosplay as a teacher, giving me homework and all," grumbled Zeva.

“Lena—he’s absorbing your power. He’s becoming something else.” Lena choked: “No… no, he’s my brother—he’s not a stabilizer—” Z-03 tilted its head. “He is not Z-03. Nor Z-04. But he is no longer human.” Z-04’s voice cut through harshly: “Z-01 must be terminated. It is the corrupted precursor.” Lena screamed: “I WON’T LET YOU TOUCH HIM!” Her presence flared again— Z-03 bowed deeper. Z-04 shook violently, digging its claws deeper into the earth.