The
Arrival
Rampage snarled.
If today wasn’t the worst day of his life, then he’d probably have to kill someone.
Everything bad that could ever happen to him, happened, and now he was stuck in a middle of a storm far up north from the Dark side, to find a primus damned ship.
Yes this was the worse day of his life ever since… Since his beginning!
And just then a hail stone the size of a baseball hit the side of his head with a loud ‘CLUNK’.
Murphy’s Law.
Rampage roared in rage, transformed, and whipped out his cannon blasting the nearest boulder into smithereens and continued on swearing under his breath.
In his fuming he never noticed the two optics that watched him silently, shifting colors to their owner’s emotions.
The stalker opened her com link, “Shadowscream to base, we have a tiny problem with big cannons.”
A pause… a shriek of static, then, ~“Deal with him, I have something of more importance to do.”~ Said a deep rumbling voice.
“Yes.” The dark shadow nodded and continued stalking.
He felt… cold… so cold; it seemed to cut straight into his spark like a thousand needles.
His breath uneven, and he lay there unable to do anything… weak, he could barely even hold his optics open.
Two piercing electric blue optics looked at him, floating in mid air, and their master placed a hand on his face.
He laid his head against the little amount of warmth, his optics dimming into a dull black.
Moonnight sighed brushing her thumb against his lips. “Hold on, help is on the way,” she whispered.
Dinuva listened intently, her voice seeming the only real thing in the darkness that surrounded him, she was so close he could hear her breathe, the warm moist air blowing across his face.
The raptor closed his optics.
Moonnight traced a black claw along his face leaning closer so that their lips nearly touched. “Just hold on.” Gently she removed her hand from under his head and stood up.
The echo of footsteps bounced off the cave’s walls and a huge figure loomed above her in the darkness. “Blackstreak, please.” The huge bot’s eyes glowed a neon greenish blue.
Moonnight
nodded but before she disappeared into the maze of caverns she turned around and
frowned. “My NAME is Moonnight now, get it straight.”
The
shadow half closed his eyes in an expression of mirth. “I’ll try, but it’s
rather hard for an immortal who’s lived for several years longer than the
usual.”
Dinuva opened his optics once again sensing a presence in the room, an unfamiliar presence.
The saurian jerked when something hot pressed was against his forehead. “Listen, to me…” A pair of neon optics locked with his, deep baritone voice filled the cavern.
“Relive a life worth living, and your chance to amend the mistake of your past, accept life as it has given another chance, sleep… rest, my friend… you will have time once again…”
Dinuva couldn’t look away, couldn’t hear anything except for the hypnotizing voice that vibrated around him. His heart fluid pump slowed into a rhythmic ‘thump-thump’ the coldness that surrounded him vanished replaced by warm numbness.
“Rest…”
Rattrap groaned and powered up his optics. “What da…?”
“Rattrap, man, are you all right?” Cheetor asked worriedly shaking his friends shoulder.
“What in da great Cybertron was dat?” The rat wondered standing up and brushing off the dust on his chest.
The transmetal two cheetah shrugged helplessly. “Dunno, all I remembered was blue and black.”
Rattrap also shrugged. “An’ I coulda swear I heard ‘Maximize’ before I went down.”
Cheetor suddenly looked excited. “De yah think it’s a new Maximal?”
Rattrap shook his head. “Den why in da pit did he attack us?”
Blitz-wing grinned, as he had been doing the whole time, though it was rather subtle since he was in beast mode, as were the rest of his group. “HOME SWEET HOME!!!”
Nightraptor flinched, and turned to glare at the scientist. “Shut up.”
The trios were standing at the edge of the cliff looking down at the huge ship, a dark blackish gray color with high-lights of green and obsidian black.
Demona smiled and said, “The Tempus, we go back to her again.”
“Twelve stellar cycles with this ship, and she has never disappointed me.” Nightraptor smirked.
“Oh stop da yakking and get there, mates, we’ve got a ship tah fix.” Blitz-wing muttered skeptically, with a leathery snap he opened his wings and jumped off the cliff.
Nightraptor snorted and began looking around for a path when Demona nudged the underside of his arm. “Nightraptor...? Look.”
He looked, and followed Demona over to a rather large cave.
Depth Charge blinked and checked his scanner again.
Two red blips.
Of course he knew which one was X but the other one had appeared out of the blue and the signature was very faint, making hard to locate the actual source itself.
But there were two red blips nonetheless.
Something strange was going on here.
The manta ray shook his head and muttered to himself, “Probably just a damn glitch.”
But somehow that didn’t seem right.
And just then there was a loud ‘bleep’ from his scanner and the second dot disappeared without a trace….
Rampage growled and continued stalking, his gun still in hand.
He was in robot mode, and stayed that way just ‘cause he wanted to.
This was one of the days that seemed to never end, everything you hate happens to you, and for Rampage, one of the many disadvantages of being immortal.
Though, unusually enough nothing has happened so far….
To be exact, right then it was a rather pleasant morning.
The dim light of dawn made black silhouettes against the painted morning sky, the chill air turning his breath into white mists, bright orange leaves covered the ground around him and several yellowish ones still hanging from the branches of dead looking trees, frost was beginning to form around the puddles of water and freezing dewdrops still hanging from the dying grass.
The crab sighed.
This was a morning that was just hard to be angry at the world….
That thought vanished when a shadowy figure gracefully leapt out of the bushes behind him tackling the crab to the ground with stealthy ease twisting his arms behind his back and pinning them there with its right hand, the left hand holding a black sword with black flames burning the air in silence.
Rampage blinked and tried to stand up, only to be pushed face first into the cool earth once again. “WHAT THE-!?”
“Your name.” A smooth slightly musical feminine voice demanded simply.
Rampage managed to crane his neck around for several clicks just long enough to see the black form of the female crouched above him, her spiked knees pressed slightly against the back of his head.
She was mostly a shadowy black color no light reflected off her plates instead, the unnatural glossy look of her armor and several shades of royal midnight blue and flaming red, seemed to be the only proof that she was not a shadow.
Her face was cat like with a cat’s nose, slanted optics that swirled with different colors until even looking into them made you dizzy. Under them was a design of golden patterns. Her black face was a rather oval shape with high cheeks, sharp chin and beautiful glossy dark red lips.
Her chest area was rather large though blocked from view by her larger fiery golden and crimson shoulder plates, her body was curved and reddish gold armor protected her sides, arms, and legs.
Her black arms ended in clawed black hands, her legs were well muscled and normal down to her heels, her foot ended in her four toed black beast mode foot, from knee down the sides of her leg was covered with blades.
The most noticeable feature however was her ‘hair’ (if that’s what they call it). It wasn’t the usual strand of wire packed together to form them, instead her 'hair' was made of fire… black fire, the same as her sword, seeming to swirl around with every slight breeze that blew across it.
She was quite tall, probably reaching up to Rampage’s neck in height.
“Your name.” The femme demanded again, surprisingly able to hold down the struggling Rampage, looking almost bored her optics flickered a red color in annoyance.
The crab stopped when he felt the cold barrel of a gun press against his head, hearing the click as the bullet loaded into place.
Sure he was invincible but that didn’t mean he didn’t feel pain.
“Third time, last time. What. Is. Your. Name?”
“Rampage.” Rampage snarled slowly, defiantly, his green eyes glowing.
‘And to think I used to be pinned down like this by the likes of…’ Rampage stopped himself and shuddered slightly in rage, forcing himself to be calm.
“And what are you doing wondering around a forest blasting rocks apart, hmm?” The femme leaned foreward so that her cheek was nearly brushing against his, giving the crab an impatient sideways glance.
Rampage raised an eye ridge giving the stranger a look, his optics glowing viciously. “On a mission to check out a ship wreckage for an imbecilic fool who dare calls himself after the Decepticon warlord.”
Without warning the female released him and back flipped out of reach calmly looking on as the surprised male tried to get up; with a cocked head and a skeptical look, her eyes now glowing a calm sky blue with disinterest. “Tell whatever friggin idiot of a leader you have that you found nothing.”
“Yeah, and let him squeeze the soul out of my spark?!” Rampage snapped grabbing his cannon and aiming at the femme who now sat in a crouch, her eyes flickered into a deep ocean blue.
“That ISN’T going to happen anytime soon.” The immortal growled and fired his cannon.
“The Matrix just isn’t ready to accept him yet. He lives too far in the future for the Matrix to adapt to his more complex core-spark formation, therefore his spark was trapped in this time loop, and he was lucky, his spark found an available pod before the spark is totally terminated, but he’d have to stay in the wing fer a while, his spark is weakened from the long trip it has taken.”
Voices…
“Blitz-wing, that wouldn’t explain much about why Primal’s spark reached the Matrix.”
Primal?
“...The Matrix is a mysterious thing, and sometimes it can do the most unpredictable-”
“Will he remember anything?”
“… Probably, but the memory from his spark will take sometime to be recovered and they can only be triggered by something familiar.”
A brown and gold saurian opened his crimson optics only to close them once again and slip back into stasis lock….
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Dinuva groaned opening his eyes… and gave a shriek of terror.
Two enormous chocolate brown eyes stared down at him with childish curiosity, and the ‘bot who looked through them jumped back muttering apologies over and over again as though if they were prayers.
Another ‘bot rushed in with a worried look plastered over her face, then stopped, and sighed at the scene before her. “Shira, Shira, Shira… How many times do I have to tell you NOT to stare into people’s faces like zat? ‘Specially ven they’ve just voken up from a coma?” She asked in a fluid French accent, putting her hands on her hips.
The femme was slightly tall, up to Dinobot’s torso perhaps, her armor was ebony black and earthy brown color. Her kind brown face was a nice heart shape with an upturned nose and sharp coffee brown optics. Two sharp ears grew from the sides of her head dangling from them were an assortment of different earrings, under her aforementioned optics was a black tattoo of a strange four crossed star.
Her chest was a medium size, her body inwards curved towards the waist; behind her back were two folded black and dark brown wings.
Her slender legs ended in a dainty black high heeled foot, her hands ended in black delicate clawless fingers.
The younger ‘bot at the end of the Dinuva’s bed looked at the other innocently, her chocolate brown eyes widened. “I didn’t mean to scare him!” The girl murmured.
Shira was very short, probably only up to Dinuva’s hip. Her coloring was mostly white or brown, her white face was a rather oval shape with two slanted chocolate brown eyes, a small cat’s nose, her helmet was a rather brownish gold color toppled with smooth blond ‘hair’, and around her small white neck was a golden collar ring.
Her brown beast mode fur covered her torso, hips, arms, and her legs.
On her back was a pair of neatly folded brown and white feathery wings, her legs ended with her beast mode foot and she’d kept her beast mode tail. Her arms ended in small white hands.
The
girl turned back to Dinuva, “Sorry mister,” she apologized and jumped off
the bed disappearing gracefully out the entrance.
“I’ve…
been in a… coma…?” The saurian wondered lifting his head just enough to
see the black and brown femme who was now frequently writing something down on
her data pad.
She
acknowledged him with a slight nod.
Dinuva
shook his head trying to make sense of it all, looking around he noticed several
things; 1. The ship was definitely NOT Cybertronian since the design was far too
strange and alien for him to recognize; 2. the place he was in was some type of
hospital wing since there were several CR chambers that were almost
unrecognizable since it had been upgraded so much, and some smooth oval shaped
surgery beds and recharge berths like the one he was laying in still in beast
mode, and 3.; several light orb thingies were flying around lighting up the
strange room with yellowish or bluish light.
One of those orbs flew straight up to his face before abruptly floating away and over to the exit of the room and vanishing.
The
saurian blinked and was about to sit up when a hand pushed him gently back down
on the bed. “You are not to be going any vhere yet… By the vay, you can call
me Belle.” The black and brown femme added as an afterthought.
Belle walked over to a monitor checking several things and noting them down on a data pad.
Dinuva growled and began to sit up once again.
“You move from zhere and I vill strap you onto the bed for thirteen days,” Belle snapped giving the saurian a dangerous glare over her shoulder.
The saurian only hissed and relaxed back down, knowing for sure that this was going to be one of those days in an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar faces… so far this was the strangest day of his life... If he had a life before this of course.
The
v raptor sighed and shut his eyes tightly… faces, blurry and unrecognizable
faces… garbled words and whispers, shouts of insults and commands that he
couldn’t understand.
Several cycles later, though try as he might, he could not stop himself from falling asleep once again.
Optimus shook his head. “What happened afterwards?” the Maximal commander asked looking back up at the battered Rattrap and Cheetor.
Rattrap shrugged, “Whoevah it was dey disappeared b’fore we woke up so….” He trailed off scratching his neck.
Optimus sighed, turning back to the computer console and turned on his com link. “Optimus to Silverbolt, come in?”
~“Silverbolt reporting here, we’ve found two of the stasis pods but still unable to recover them-!”~
Blackarachinia cut him off before the fusor could say anything else. ~“-Me and Bowser boy are getting skid plates kicked here we need back up NOW—!!!” There was a sound of laser firing in the background, followed closely by a yelp of pain- then the com link went offline.
“Optimus to Silverbolt, come in!” Primal tried once again but all that replied was a shriek of static. The ape turned to face Rattrap who was now sitting at the monitor. “Rattrap, you and Cheetor stay here and look for anything unusual, I’ll go and help out Silverbolt-?”
“I m ’fraid dat da unusual dings ‘ave already happened Boss-monkey.” The rodent pointed to the red blips floating across the screen….
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Author's Note;
It's crappy and short...please excuse me for my laziness.
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