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The Arrival

An explosion followed by the sound of weapons firing was quickly drowned out as the red beam of energy hit its target- and sliced through the dorsal fin of the ship.

Aeris snarled a curse trying to keep himself up straight, even as the world around him spun like an insane fun house. The wail of a siren rang throughout the entire ship as warnings flashed on and off the screens in front of him.

Darkblade was having the same problem as did Blackstreak, and Belle was unconscious, her form hanging limply, held against the wall by tangled wires. Nirina was having the same situation except she was kept in place by several strands of wiring around her right wrist.

“There’s a portal of some sort in front of us!” Blackstreak managed to yell over the sound of sirens and crashing equipment. She some how turned to her commander.

“How far?!!” Aeris inquired fingers tapping furiously across the screen.

“Five cycles!” The femme yelped as the floor suddenly slipped underneath her feet.

The sound of laser fire was heard once more, this time closer.

Aeris snarled once again, in desperation. “GO TO IT!!” He yelled making sure she heard him. “AS LONG AS WE GET AWAY FROM THEM!! WE CAN COME BACK LATER!”

“But Aeris—“ Darkblade began but before he could continue the ship shook violently.

“What the slag?!!” Blackstreak yelped again. “We weren’t supposed to reach it until five cycl--!” The black female cursed once again as the ship suddenly shook from entering the portal, the window in front of them lit up with brilliant vortex of colors.

Aeris hissed in frustration. “Darkblade, go to the stasis bay, make sure our comrades are alright, we don’t want to lose any of them!”

For once the black Predacon warrior/medic did not complain and ran off disappearing into the gloomy corridor still struggling to keep balance.

Abruptly the light vanished and the ship was suddenly flung through a rich atmosphere, turning the window in front of Aeris and Blackstreak to become a column of fire.

“Six minutes to impact!” The cheerful tone of the computer warned them.

Blackstreak rolled her optics and growled. “Great time to listen to HAPPY comps, yes?” She yelled sarcastically across to him.

Aeris ignored her.

“Computer, divert all power from weapons to emergency landing, NOW!” The blue, orange, and black mech roared out the last phase of his sentence as he was suddenly flung backwards and pinned to the wall by an invisible force.

A pipe had somehow disconnected itself from the wall, and before Aeris had time to do anything, it pierced him right through his midsection causing silvery blue mech-fluid to splat all over the metal wall behind him.

“RaAAaRG!!!” His eyes widened at the sudden pain.

“AERIS!!” Blackstreak cried hearing his roar, the Maximal femme whipped around only to be slammed against the council she was working on when the ship shook even more violently than before.

The loud speaker blared on suddenly. “THERE’S BEEN A BREACH IN THE STASIS BAY!!! I REPEAT THERE'S BEEN A BRE-AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

*  *  *  *  *

Cheetor jumped awake at the alarm. His optics immediately went to the screen.

A very noticeable red blip was going across the screen, as well as at least a dozen smaller red blips.

He fiddled around with his comlink before turning it on. “Bigbot, there something reaaally big headed towards grid Ravien, and I think also A LOT of stasis pods!”

There was a pause then; “I’ll be there in a nana, Optimus out.”

*  *  *  *  *

“REPORT!” Megatron barked at the overly startled Quickstrike.

“A big red dot an’ whole buncha sma’ler ones. Da big one looks like a ship an’ da small ones are stasis pods.” 

Megatron rolled his optics and pushed the fusor out of the way to get a better view.

He opened his comlink.

*  *  *  *  *

The huge dark black ship crashed head first into a cliff not too far from the ocean, screeching as it came to a stop, smoke streaming, heat from the ship made the fine white sand around it melt into glass. All of this was followed by a deathly silence, since all the wildlife had been chased away by the sudden appearance of the foreign object.

Within the ship was silence, too.  Nothing moved, all except for the live wire and circuitry that dangled from the ceilings and other objects, sparking and sputtering, causing eerie shadows to play across the cold dark steel wall.  

Two pairs of neon bluish-green eyes opened slowly before closing again as pain shot through his body; the huge blue, black, and fiery orange mech slid his clawed hands over to his midsection feeling the pipe that was now dripping silver black liquid of some sort….

*  *  *  *  *

Four pods landed in a heavily forest-covered mountainous area.  One of them was driven head first into the thick blankets of snow, pebbles and ice sent flying sky high.

Snow began melting slowly into water once more and steam hissed off the still hot surface of silver metal, the sun above it making it shine with unearthly brilliance.

*  *  *  *  *

TM2 Dinobot and Inferno had already reached the first pod, another two were not too far away.

To their surprise, though, it was empty and now Inferno was yelling at the top of his lungs about how much they’ve disappointed the royalty and so on and so on….

The saurian muttered something under his breath as the ant and he walked away in different directions to the other two pods.

Dinobot sighed and moved on to the next pod which…was also empty…?

The transmetal two looked up from the pod raising an eye ridge. “Wha--?”

A black clawed foot was smashed into his face with enough force to send him to the ground with a telltale foot print dented into the white metal.

Dinobot’s attacker leapt back into the darkness before Inferno or him could fire a single shot.

Insane cackling followed almost instantly, but it didn’t sound one bit like Tarantulas’ usual chuckling, it sounded almost like a childish giggle.  It was cut off immediately when a resounding ‘WHACK’ was heard bouncing off the cliff walls.

“MAAAAAAAAAAN! Do yah always have to do that?” The voice was a slightly high- pitched but a male sounding voice with a tinge of an Australian accent.

“IF you don’t shut up I WILL.” A deeper growl-like voice answered followed by another loud ‘WHACK’.

“Duuude, take a chill pill.” The first one muttered sarcastically. “Yah might pop a line er somethin.”

The second growled.

“Okay, OKAY… Yeeesh, dunna have tah be such a grouch.” The first voice yelped again as a third ‘WHACK’ was heard.

“Will you two ever quit?” A third voice asked softly, apparently a female.

“Oh, yah think?”

“Shut up, you Dingbat.” Snarled the second one.

“Shut up, BOTH of you.”

TM2 Dinobot had already recovered from the shock of being kicked in the face, his already bad temper reaching a boiling point; “WHO THE SLAG ARE YOU PEOPLE!?”

“OooOOoO! SELKCIP!” The first voice replied with an almost insane happy tone. Then followed with a fourth ‘WHACK’… and an evil chuckle.

Then silence.

The silence was broken immediately when Inferno shouted, “SHOW YOURSELF DRONES!!!”

Dinobot winced and snarled when the first voice answered with a strange gibberish talking.

Then—

“AHHHHHHHHHH!!!” A green and black blur came flying out of nowhere and crashed head first into Inferno who shrieked in surprise and both he and the stranger were sent colliding into a large boulder.

“WE are not DRONES. And Blitz-wing, if I hear that ONE MORE TIME, I AM going to throw you in the recycling unit.” A shadowy figure stepped into the dim late afternoon light followed closely by a second one; they came close enough to be seen but far enough so that they were still unidentifiable.

“And I am NOT a dingbat. Blitz-wing, Terrorize!” The strange reptilian winged green creature with black ‘socks’ on his hind legs and forearms quickly shifted his shape revealing a rather strange looking mech.

The most noticeable feature were strange, wide slanted chocolate brown optics. Half of his face was hidden behind a metallic gray mask, his face was sharp and weasel like, forest green with an upturned nose and a wide mischievous grin. His lower jaw was covered in strange tattooed yellow patterns. Above all that was a black crest from his beast mode ending halfway through his back.

His body was a strange yet unusually graceful looking blend of machine and organic, his leg was normal from hips and down to his heels. At the heels, however, his foot ended with his beast mode’s hind legs; he also kept his beast mode's tail and hands.

His semi transparent beast mode wings were folded in a neat fashion on his back, placed carefully so that they weren’t in the way of any movements.

The already wide grin widened and so did his optics. “Not as changed as I thought I would be.” Then he took out his weapons.

The first one was a black cross bow; the second was a small dagger, then a normal sized pistol and a silver pocket army knife with weird carved designs on it, which he was now examining closely.

“HEY Nighty! De yah think that there’s a lock pick here somewhere?” The ‘bot asked dropping the small object back into his sub space.

A large black and purple Utahraptor walked into sight, snarling under his breath. “Hopefully not. Nightraptor, Terrorize!”

He was quite impressive, menacing in almost every way, just about as tall as Dinobot himself and looking ready to tear anybody apart if they came closer than ten feet away from him.  He was mostly black with golden highlights here and there, and purple diamond shaped patterns covered most of his arms, sides, and leg.

His helmet covered most of his black face, leaving out only the main features; vivid yellow optics with a purple centre underlined by silver half moon tattoos, a slightly down-turned nose, his mercury black and gold colored helmet had two sharp triangle plates sticking up ending in razor edges.

His powerful legs ended in a beast mode three toed foot. Two of them were normally shaped claws, the third was a large black sickle claw held off the ground to keep it sharp.

Silver spikes ran down his neck, onto his back ending abruptly at the base of his beast mode's tail which was now angrily lashing out behind him.

The male pulled out an obsidian black sword with one jagged side and another smooth side, a streak of silver shot up from the base of the handle ending halfway through the weapon, its hilt was black silver with golden patterns.

Blitz-wing shrieked and bolted up the canyon wall, wings opened, then gliding up the sharp drop landing neatly on the top before peaking over the edge of the jagged wall.

Nightraptor smirked.

A large feline creature stepped into sight, sharp ears laid back, green eyes glittering, the tail looking slightly too long for the body, an unusually long neck with a thick base.  Black stripes dominated its back cutting from the lavender purple, vermillion spikes ran down its spine.

“I said ‘stop it’ I mean stop it! Demona, Terrorize!” A scythe came to a stop inches from Nightraptor’s throat, the raptor hissed in surprise and stood still.

 The female who was holding the weapon was now the new center of attention.

She was well built, enough muscle to use if the battle required strength, and a lithe body if the fight required agility. Her armor was mostly purple and black; she was tallish reaching up to Inferno’s shoulder, her body was well curved, in many words quite attractive: her chest was a normal size, not as large as Blackarachinia’s but larger than Airazor’s.  Black stripes covered her legs from her hips down to her heels, her arm from elbow to wrist and her chest.

Her face was a nice triangular shape; she had a slightly sharp chin, slightly upturned cat’s nose, with large slanted neon green optics, a single silver eye ridge was topped with silky black Cybertronian’s equivalent of hair, tied back in a high pony tail. On either sides of her head were her beast mode ears, pinned back to show their dark sides with two white circles in the centre.

Her slender legs ended with her beast mode's hind legs, her smooth arms ended in a five fingered sharp clawed black hands and she’d also kept her beast mode tail.

Blitz-wing whistled from his hiding place only to jump back from the ledge when twin red optic beams missed his face by mere inches. “HEY!”

“That goes for you too Blitz-wing!” The femme snarled punching Nightraptor once at the side of his head before putting her scythe back into her subspace pocket.

Nightraptor hissed viciously, eyes glowing.

TM2 Dinobot blinked, speechless.

 Inferno just stared.

“Meh, you two go together so well together, why don’t yah jus go ahead and have-?” Blitz-wing was cut off when twin beams of, this time purple optic laser hit him square in the face. “…Never mind….” He coughed once before falling from his place and hitting the ground with a loud thud.

Demona rolled her optics.

Nightraptor chuckled evilly.

   *  *  *  *  *

Two stasis pods crash landed in the sea, sinking down to the sandy bottom, bubbles of steam erupting around them.

Finally as the bubbles cleared one stasis pod’s panel opened and a scanning beacon popped out. ~scanning for compatible life forms…. ~

*  *  *  *  *

Silent padded footsteps were heard from the dark.

Through the inky black jungle two sapphire blue eyes glowed with insane enthusiasm.  Silently the half flesh creature transformed.

She turned on her comlink. “Yo, CC, we’re apparently not alone on this planet, I just saw a talking rat and a dingo walk by— not somethin' yah see every day yah know?—well any hoo, from the looks of things 'round here I suspect there’s some war goin' on…?” The black femme said in a strange imitation of an English accent.

There was a screech of static on the other end of the line before a low growl-like baritone voice answered, ~“Pleas stop calling me that, and yes Moonnight we’re apparently caught in the middle of a war, as far as Razor has found out.   Which one we are not sure yet, but—”~ The comlink was shut off abruptly.

Moonnight grinned and continued stalking her prey.

“Information…later, for now, I’ll just have fun….” The femme laughed a light, musical sound that didn’t go at all with her look or personality, yet fitted her somehow, in a strange twisted way.

Eyes glowing into dark the femme changed into her panther beast mode and almost glided through the forest.

*  *  *  *  *

Three pods crash landed into a dark swamp, water and mud sent flying high into the air and landing back on the earth again with a loud ‘SPLAT!’.

The swamp went quiet as animals disappeared running away as though if their life depended on it….

*  *  *  *  *

“Cuz I like cookies?” Blitz-wing grinned an insane grin … and of course an upside down grin.

Nightraptor sneered giving the alien like creature an evil sideways glance.

Demona smiled putting a hand on Nightraptor’s arm and nearly making him levitate six feet into the air.

Blitz-wing was hanging upside down from a branch with his tail wrapped around it, holding TM2 Dinobot’s head while watching in some strange morbid fascination as the skeletal body parts of the transmetal two’s body began to melt together once again before blowing it apart with a gun he hadn’t taken out in the introduction.

Inferno was hanging from a branch several miles away.

Nightraptor flinched when he felt Demona’s arm around his waist.

“Think we should find the others?” The femme fusor suggested, leaning on the larger male saurian, who tensed his cheeks becoming a strange shade of grey.

Blitz-wing had lost interest and dropped the head onto the ground, now he was examining the embarrassed look that was plastered across Nightraptor’s face. “Yah ain’t so cool with public love, eh?”

Nightraptor snarled. “I am merely uncomfortable at displaying affection in front of an insane person who is going to make something like a perverted joke out of it.”

Blitz-wing smirked. “Riiiiiiiiight.”

The saurian snarled. “And I am NOT her ‘boyfriend, as you put it.”

Demona slid a hand up his broad chest seductively making the male yelp in surprise. “Oh, but you are,” she purred.

*  *  *  *  *

Freezing icy winds blew around two silver stasis pods, lashing and whipping them trying to break them.

But the machines survived anyway.

Two icy blue optics glowed in the dark freezing land, another sky blue watched silently.

“Where do you think we are, Freezeclaw?” A soft feminine voice echoed against the hollow wailing of merciless blizzards.

“Earth, Artica… I think we are on earth.” The icy blue pair of optics glowed brightly.

*  *  *  *  *

Moonnight smiled at the two unconscious ‘bots lying not too far away.

The dingo turned out to be a cheetah.

She rolled her optics and turned towards the un-activated stasis-pod and raised an eyebrow. ‘Either that piece of crap is broken or it’s one of those damned emergency stasis-pods,’

The leopard huffed and began walking to the pod when suddenly, ~ Spark, found, scanning for compatible life forms.~

“Huh?” The black femme jogged over to the pod quickly kneeling down and opening a panel to check on the process. “What the…?”

~Compatible life form found, beginning replication process~ If anyone else was reading the process on the small screen, they would’ve definitely not understood since the pod had had so many up grades, though on the external side it would’ve looked quite a lot like a normal stasis pod.

After all, all the stasis pods aboard the Tempus are custom made, and whoever comes out of those stasis-pod would probably look almost nothing like their old self, unless of course they came from the emergency stasis pods. In their case ‘their old self’ would probably look just the way they already do.

Moonnight blinked and frowned, Strikesky would’ve probably not had anything to do with this since he, or everybody aboard the Tempus in fact, had scarcely any idea as to how to make a perfect spark.

…A perfect spark, as close as anyone can get to artificially making a transformer’s soul (not that there’s a natural way of making them since practically every thing on Cybertron is artificial), though the only way to make a spark that would function normally would be to have a mech and a femme transformer, and let whatever happen afterwards happen.

This was different…And somehow, she suspected fate might be in this game….

Moonnight shook her head, and stared at the panel. ‘Something funky is going on here.’

~Replication process, complete, proto-form may emerge.~ Moonnight looked up at the loud scratching noise accompanied by a loud “bang!” as the lid was thrown open. The leopardess leapt back standing in a fighting position.

She blinked, rather surprised, when a large tan, black, and brownish gold reptilian creature stepped out. Black claws splayed dangerously, wickedly curved sickle claws mounted on his hind legs flicked, (half of her had been expecting something like a giant toad covered with orange warts), eyeing her with distrustful swamp green eyes.

Moonnight relaxed still eyeing the dinosaur suspiciously. “Who the hell are you?” She asked quirking an eyebrow, putting her hands on her hips.

“Might as well answer the question first, female,” the saurian hissed, bearing his razor sharp teeth. The femme was beautiful (as much as he hated to admit it), though rather alien, but, beautiful.

She was almost totally black minus the occasional dark blue or neon blue highlights.  Her face was a curved triangular shape, optics a beautiful electric blue framed by an obsidian black face; under her left eye was a pattern the shape of ‘ying and yang’ under her right optic were tear shaped swirls trailing down her face stopping at the jaw.  Between her optics was a strange oval shaped crystal with a featherlike spike coming from above it.  Above her eyebrows was a silver ring that surrounded her head and after that thick inky black wires that made her hair; her nose was like her beast mode’s, a slightly upturned triangle with a black line leading to her lips and there it stopped; her lips were a glossy black with a metallic blue oil-on-water sheen to it.

Her body was a well-curved hour glass shape, her chest was rather large rivaling that of Blackarachina’s; a glowing blue stone also embedded on the black collar ring around her neck, her slender long legs ended in her beast mode hind legs. She’d also kept her beast mode’s tail.

Another strange blue stone was embedded in the armor around her hips; her arms were slender yet muscular, ending in a clawed black hand and, of course, on her wrist was the last blue stone.

She was tallish probably reaching up to Inferno’s shoulder in height.

The black femme smirked oddly. “Okay I’ll be friendly this time and answer that first. I am Moonnight, Maximal martial arts expert, blade fighter, and saboteur. Your turn, bub.”

The raptor blinked. “Dinuva, Maximize!”

Moonnight leaned to one side of her hips cocking her head as she examined him, an impressed smile replaced the cynical smirk and there was a strange glint in her eyes.

He was tall, that one thing was for sure.

Mostly tan and beige, though there was a striking contrast of metallic blue and gold. His face was a blue color framed by a golden helmet, crimson red optics underlined with scar-like golden patterns and one silvery black ‘eyebrow’ above them making him seem almost like his was scowling most of the time.  His nose was sharply down-turned and he had a sharp chin.

His broad chest plate was dominated by brownish gold stripes, the same went for his arms, legs, and wide shoulder pads. His legs were normal until heel and down, which was his beast mode hind legs (the same way as Moonnight’s legs were shaped) and like the unknown he’d kept his tail. His arms ended in with his beast mode hand and an extra claw grew out forming a thumb.

“Where am I?” Dinuva wondered eyeing himself up and down in confusion.

It was strange… as though if he’d just switched bodies with someone and didn’t realize it unless he was looking.

“Earth probably, from these plants and the animals I’ve noticed around here. We might've gotten caught in a time loop though.... which explains the big kitties I saw back there.” Moonnight answered still eyeing the male up and down.

Dinuva shifted uncomfortably and glared at the femme who only smirked and shrugged before she shifted into beast mode.

Moonnight’s beast mode was just as strange; a large panther probably, but it was the occasional blue metal that showed through the beast mode skin that rather caught his optics….

Dinuva realized he had been staring at her too long.

“Are yah coming? Or are you just going to stand all day long and stare?” Moonnight said rather... Seductively.

Dinuva snarled. ‘Should never trust a person you’ve just met…Especially a female.’ He reminded himself and was about to take a step when pain shot through his entire body, burning from somewhere in his spark, as though if a thousand arrows had just cut through his spark casing.

Dinuva gasped falling to one knee shuddering uncontrollably.

Moonnight transformed again and just as quickly ran over to help him, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and putting her arm around his waist. “Just as I suspected….”

“Suspected… what?” Dinuva wheezed, a feeling very close as to having his lungs squashed under several tons of lead making his breathing ragged.

Moonnight turned to him with a serious face, “You’ve been resurrected.”

Author’s note:

Fadeway: Talk about bad beginnings….

Zircon: Indeed.

Blitz-wing: Yeah.

Moonnight: I wouldn’t really give a stuff.

Clearcut: I’ve had better things to do.

Nightraptor: Same here.

Demona: …Uh…?

Shira: I think it’s nice.

Blackghost: *Snort* you think everything is nice.

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