Any preexisting components or fully-built frames will remain as is. On February 9th, 2016, it was announced that Rhino Prime, alongside Boltor Prime and Ankyros Prime, would enter the Prime Vault and be retired from the reward tables on February 16th, 2016.The ones from Zariman." I'm thrown, what was the Zariman? The ship that never returned? "Davis, what's going on?"ĭavis turns to me, a smile forming - "What's going on is." he turns back to the beast now silent and calm. I've never seen this cell, a cold place with an array of shelves. I crawl up the wall to stand, opposite the door. Davis whispers, "No one would have believed me." Davis is panting, laughing? The beast fills the doorway, inches from him, dripping in blood, but still without violence. He shouts, "Watch!" over the roaring and rending of metal. Suddenly I could live through this I shout, "Davis, close the goddamn door!" - But he shakes his head eyes wide as moons. I see Davis standing at the open door, waiting, as the monster tears towards us. He tugs me into the cell beyond and I fall on my back. I feel the pull on my arm and realize Davis got the cell open. I can hear it lumbering toward me, its metal fingers rending the walls, but I know I am dead. It rears up like a bear and roars, shattering the lights and casting us into darkness. It is watching me with vague eyes, a sense of recognition, ancestral memory. The beast squats down, shovelling a heap of gore into its mouth. I know I will die so I just watch with curious acceptance. But I've never seen this beast so close, without the shield, without restraints. I have crafted then rejected countless like it. I have given it pain and measured its response. I have cut its shell and eviscerated its brothers. A gate opens inside me and recognition floods in. The beast surges forward and the security men become crimson mist and gore.
Its skin changes, flowing like mercury when I'm blinded by the sudden muzzle-flashes. The hulking mass, flickering red, glinting like steel and fresh blood. I turn away from Davis down the hall and I see it. I can't hear him, the sirens, anything, only the muffled throb of terror in my head. I don't recognize this place.ĭavis and I slam pinned against a cell door and he shouts at me. The fear gives me a strange perspective - I'm out of my body. Davis is running ahead of me, dropping his notes. Red lights flashing on stark, white walls.