This fan fiction is VERY typically started. But I can assure you it gets better from then on. And weirder. One of my first pieces. A more lighthearted, wholesome comedy. Note: The main new character has a heavy British accent.
Please note: My grammar wasn't so great back then, and since this fic my writing has improved.
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The stasis pod plummeted down toward the earth below.
It had been knocked repeatedly by meteors in space and now it was finally coming down to land.
Very damaged.
Below there was a strong flowing river, which came up faster and faster.
Around it was many trees, a jungle in fact.
The pod crashed through the trees and SPLOSH! Into the lake
Then it was pulled down the river by sheer force and towards a waterfall.
All alone, with no one to rescue it.
Cheetor’s commlink rattled to life.
“Cheetor, this is Rhinox. Do you copy?” came the booming voice.
Cheetor was standing at the edge of the jungle, in a clearing dotted with the odd bush and tree with the jungle looming to his right.
The jungle stretched for miles on his right but around him there was just open savannah. Beautiful in its own way.
“Cheetor here. What is it Big Green?” asked Cheetor, somewhat excitedly, somewhat nervously.
“There is a stasis pod in sector S-5, it’s still moving for some strange reason so I can’t give definite co-ordinates, just search the area. You are closest. It is near Predacon territory so I’ve sent Dinobot to help,” said Rhinox, concern evident in his tone.
“Got that! Cheetor out,” exclaimed the young Maximal and he sprinted towards the jungle.
The pod crashed into the jagged rocks below and was sandwiched between them.
The waterfall was plundering down just behind it.
Now, extremely damaged, the protoform inside began to deteriorate.
The banks were not far, but it was stuck. Doomed.
Or was it?
Cheetor ran as fast as he could, ducking and diving as he tried to dodge numerous trees and bushes that got in his way. Yet, finally, he needed to rest.
He slowed down to a walk, gasping for breath.
“No....mustn’t let the preds get it first!” he wheezed.
Then he sprinted again and through the bush.
He had barely run for two seconds when he halted.
Just in time.
There was a huge tree, no, wait! It wasn’t a tree.
It had legs, and arms, and a chest.
“Dinobot! Man you scared me!” he gasped, his optics wide at the shock.
Dinobot growled and transformed into beast mode.
“We must hurry, we do not want the Predacons to retrieve it first!” he snarled then started a steady run through the forest.
“H...h..hey! Wait up!” the cat-bot cried.
“Gee, he can be such a grump,” he mumbled.
The two Maximals came to the waterfall.
At first they saw nothing, just jagged rocks and green forestry on the other side of the river.
All around them they could hear the shrill cries of animals and birds and the loud hissing sound as the waterfall thundered into the river.
Then one caught sight of the camouflaged stasis pod in the rocks.
“There! In those rocks!” Cheetor shouted, pointing to the pod.
Dinobot glared at it, studying its position and condition.
He let out a low growl.
“It is very damaged and in a tricky location, we will need assistance from Optimus to carry it away from there,” he remarked thoughtfully.
“Yeah, you’re right,” agreed Cheetor. He then contacted Optimus.
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Optimus was not far from them as it was. He was actually flying to them since he was in the area.
He radioed Silverbolt and Gravel to come and help.
From Cheetor’s descriptions, this stasis pod was going to need all the help it could get.
“Ooh! A stasis pod! How interesting!” cackled Tarantulas.
He was alone in his laboratory, staring at his computer screen.
Then he heard what he had expected.
Megatron bellowed for Inferno and Waspinator to come to him.
“Ah well. He obviously picked up the stasis pod’s signature too. A pity really,” sighed Tarantulas.
But Megatron was already too late.
Optimus and Cheetor as well as Gravel and Silverbolt, all heaved up the stasis pod.
“Ngagh! This sure is heavy!” Gravel cried.
“Yeah!” Cheetor added.
“Just keep flying, we...are...not far from...the bank now!” gasped Optimus.
This stasis pod was indeed heavy.
Finally, the four Maximals laid the stasis pod in the soft mud on the river bank.
“Optimus, is it still functioning?” asked Silverbolt.
Optimus scanned it over.
“Yes, but we will need to get it back to base before we get trouble from the Predacons.”
There was a collective moan that rose up from the Maximals but Dinobot and Optimus just exchanged glances.
“We all are needed to carry this; it is for some odd reason very heavy,” Optimus noted.
The six Maximals slowly lifted it and walked unsteadily towards the Axalon.
Megatron watched the Maximal signatures disappear with the pod. He knew they were now too close to base and there were too many for Inferno and Waspinator to handle.
“Blast it!” roared Megatron.
The last thing he needed was another Maximal against him.
He contacted Inferno and Waspinator and called them back.
He was most frustrated.
“Blackarachnia, get me a coffee!” he bellowed.
“I’m not your servant girl! I am...”
She was cut of when Megatron turned with a look of rage.
“JUST GET IT! I am not in the mood to argue!” he shouted.
Blackarachnia spoke no more.
The six Maximals all breathed a sigh of relief when they finally dumped the pod on the command room table.
It was nice to be back home and able to relax a little.
Optimus massaged his strained shoulder and turned to Rhinox.
“Is it possible to repair?” he questioned.
“Hmmmmm,” Rhinox mumbled thoughtfully as he eyed it over.
He trotted off to the computer and did a few scans.
A few cycles later, he gave his report to the eager group.
“I’m afraid there is little hope of reviving it. It is extremely damaged,” he sighed sadly.
“There has to be something we can do. I mean, there just has to be!” Cheetor breathed out, a little sad and a little irritated.
“There is something, but...”
“What is it Rhinox?” asked Optimus anxiously.
“Well, if we all used a little bit of our energy force, we may just put together enough to revive its spark. Maybe...” He trailed off, thinking deeply.
“Well then, lets do that! I didn’t drag this heavy lump all the way here just to find out it is useless!” cried Gravel.
“You mean if we all used a bit of our energy flow, we could revive it?” asked Silverbolt curiously.
“Possibly, yes,” replied Rhinox.
“Then bring in the others and lets try,” confirmed Optimus.
They might as well give it a try, for it was the only thing left to do.
A few moments later the others moved into the command room.
Rhinox explained what exactly was to be done.
“So we just take dis little wire here from our wrists, and put it in dat energy receiver and let it flow for 10 nano-clicks. Right?” asked Rattrap, who was skeptical about the idea.
“Right. But we better hurry,” Rhinox urged.
The Maximals all opened their wrist panels, took out the red energy flow wires, and placed them into the energy receiver. Rhinox pushed a button on the receiver and there was a loud noise.
The stasis pod shuddered as did the robots.
“W...what’sss happpennin’ here!?” cried Rattrap.
“Just hold on!” shouted Rhinox above the loud humming noise.
There was a blinding light and the energy receiver exploded.
The Maximals were all thrown back against the wall.
Then the light faded and the stasis pod froze.
There was a loud hissing noise.
The computer beeped to life.
“Searching for compatible life forms,” it hummed.
“Oh no! The beast form!” cried Rhinox, his face twisted in anguish at the thought of being so forgetful.
A look of shock spread on the Maximals' faces.
The computer then switched to searching for fossils beneath the Axalon when it couldn’t (obviously) find a live animal.
“Uh-oh. It’ll be just my luck dat it’s another Chopper Face!” moaned Rattrap.
Dinobot glowered at him
“If we are fortunate,” he snapped.
“Compatible life form found,” the computer bleeped.
There was an anxious silence.
Then the stasis pod’s door hissed, opened and there was a white smoke that filled the air.
The robots coughed and waved the smoke away with their hands. It cleared, and there, in the smog, stood a Coelophysis. The smoke looked like clouds and he a rather ugly angel. He was three meters long and very sleek looking, very muck like a small raptor. He turned his head to one side and blinked. “I knew it! I just knew it!” roared Rattrap.
“A small, speedy little Dinosaur, famous for eating small rodents… and excellent at catching them,” sneered Dinobot, very amused.
Rattrap glared at him.
He was about to say something when he was cut off by the creature maximizing.
He was slightly orange and yellowish with orange stripes that looked like flames.
That was the color of his folded up beast mode. The rest was a startling black which made the orange stand out greatly.
The strangest thing was that he had dazzling pale blue optics with a white center.
He had with him a laser gun at his side and a number of small vicious looking hooks on a rail attached to his hip that were meant to be thrown.
He had a glowing red Maximal symbol on his forehead and, further more, he was grinning.
“Father!” he cried and hugged the first one he could.
Cheetor.
Cheetor moved back awkwardly.
“Hey! hey! I’m not your dad!” he cried desperately, flustered.
“Oh, sorry! Who is then?” he asked as he pulled away sheepishly from a blushing Cheetor.
“Um...” Gravel started and the team exchanged glances.
“We all helped save you, so we all are, I guess,” said Rhinox, cautiously moving behind Optimus. He didn’t want a great big hug.
“Well then.... may I correct myself. FATHERS!” he yelled at the top of his voice.
The rest moved back a little, a bit surprised.
The black and Orange robot ran forward and hugged Gravel, then threw his arms around Optimus, then squeezed Rattrap.
“Hey, man...watch it!” cried Rattrap who pushed him away quickly.
The new robot ran up to a reluctant looking Dinobot.
“Hmmm, you’re a creepy looking father. But I’ll hug ya anyway!” he cried happily.
“THAT, won’t be necessary!” snarled Dinobot and he stepped back and into the crowd.
Still beaming with joy the new Maximal ran around hugging everyone to their shock and embarrassment. When finally he had cuddled everyone, excluding Dinobot, he sat down.
Optimus cleared his throat and looked worriedly down at the excited Maximal.
“Um, let me introduce myself and my crew,” he began.
He did just that and once he’d finished he asked the robot what his name was.
“Well, honestly! Of course I don’t know! You haven’t named me yet!” he cried, a look of confusion on his face.
Optimus glanced around the room.
“Um well....” He said, rather unsure of how to respond.
“How about Barney?!” spat Rattrap.
“No, no, Cuddles!” snickered Gravel.
“Now, now, don’t tease him. Just because he’s friendly there is no need to be nasty,” remarked Silverbolt.
“Well, usually we leave it up to the Maximal to decide what he wants to be called,” said Optimus cautiously.
“I know! I'll call myself Cheratoprhidinograsilvbot!” he screamed.
Everyone covered their ears.
“Uh, how about we call ya blob for short?” asked Rattrap, his hands still held close to his head, incase the new bot decided to yell again.
“Nah, that’s too, how shall I put it? Plain. I don’t think ‘blob’ is suitable. How about Chariot? That has a letter from all of your names in it!” he exclaimed.
“Um, that’s fine,” muttered Optimus.
It was going to be a long day.
The next day, Megatron attacked the Maximal’s base.
Inside there was panic as everyone was caught off guard.
“What on Earth was that!?” cried Chariot.
“That my friend, was the enemy I told you about. The Predacons. Now lets get out of here and fight, sentinel isn’t going to hold much longer,” ordered Optimus firmly.
The others moved out, weapons loaded and ready to attack.
When they finally came out, they were showered with Predacon fire.
Rattrap rubbed his eyes.
“Man! I’ve just woken up and dis is what I get for breakfast?" he asked groggily.
“No, it is you who shall be eaten. Scrambled Rat on toasted Gorilla. Mmm mmmm!” cried Woundlash. Woundlash had the beast mode of a fox and had always threatened to eat Rattrap and hated Optimus with a passion.
Gravel was a lion and had always said he’d eat Woundlash. These kind of threats became rather popular along the food chain of beast modes.
Rattrap turned and fired but was hit by one of Woundlash’s pin bullets.
The bullet was a wide square with sharp, very long electric pins sticking out of it and it was not a very nice ‘shock’ when one hit you.
“Aaaaaagh!” screamed Rattrap as he felt a wave of energy and pain swamp him when the bullet hit his leg.
Not so far off, Megatron was watching with keen interest at the
odd looking Maximal newcomer.
Chariot heard Rattrap’s scream and in his fury he finished off Quickstrike and ran yelling.
“Father! Who dares to hurt my father so much!?" he shouted.
The others were hurt, but Rattrap was the worst.
“Father?” pondered Megatron.
“Impossible,” he said aloud yet he still was rather interested.
Chariot rammed into Woundlash and caught him by surprise.
He shot rapidly at him and punched him continuously, almost instantly knocking him out.
He then ran to his ‘father’ and getting a major shock, pulled the bullet out of a rather fried Rattrap.
“Danks!” coughed Rattrap, smoke billowing out of his systems.
“Dooooonnnnn’ttttt mennntttion ittttt,” chattered Chariot, frizzled.
Then he turned and spotted Tarantulas pounding Cheetor.
He had pinned him down and was kicking him while he was too weak to fight.
“Stop that you...uh, arachnid!” Chariot fumbled dumbly.
“Who’s gonna make me?” he hissed back and fired a volley of shots at the approaching Maximal.
Chariot felt the blows knock him over and he winced in pain.
Then, quite suddenly he burst into a flame.
The others, both Predacon and Maximal, held their fire and watched in awe.
Chariot transformed into a fiery black robot with multiple guns and ready to fire blades sticking out of every inch of his body.
He looked just like a dragon, but a robotic one.
His eyes went a deathly red and he charged up eye laser beams.
In his hand he held explosives, like Rattrap’s, and he pulled a firing mechanism just like Optimus’, over his head.
Then his tail whipped into a chain gun and in his other hand he held his, no, Cheetor’s old quasar gun.
The blades he had looked like Silverbolt’s spears and Gravel’s knife firing gun was attached to his shoulder.
“By the Matrix!” gasped Rhinox.
Then Chariot spoke.
“How dare you try to kill my creators, the ones I owe my life to, my friends and family? You will perish when you face my wrath!” he screamed, but his voice was eight voices in one. All the different voices of his creators in his one voice.
The Predacons all looked at Megatron.
“WAIT! DON’T shoot! We are leaving. A complete misunderstanding I assure you. Um, Predacons, retreat! Sorry to bother you, we will leave you be, yesss,” Megatron cooed nervously and then the Predacons ran off as fast as they could, absolutely terrified of the beast that had grown ten times in size and was surrounded by an unburning fire.
Chariot shrank down into his normal size; the weapons and fire disappeared, and he skipped merrily over to Cheetor.
He spoke to the damaged cheetah. “Are you all right? Wait, don’t answer that, of course you are not all right. You sir, need a CR chamber, indeed!” he remarked and Silverbolt carefully stepped over and took Cheetor away with him and into the base.
The others stood, frozen.
“Where’s my mother. Don’t I have a mother?” chariot suddenly asked.
“A mother? Well, no. Our only female fighter disappeared long before you came,” replied Optimus, still staring wide-eyed.
“Oh. What a shame. I will never be able to talk to any female ever then. Forget that widow, Blackarachnia!” he spat.
The others stared.
“Ahem. That was amazing! How did you do that? I mean, that was just, unbelievable!” exclaimed Optimus.
“Well, now. I don’t know! Just happened. I’m sorry. I should hold my temper tantrums,” He said dolefully, lowering his head.
“No, not when fighting the enemy. Then please, get as angry as you want!” laughed Optimus, a happy gleam in his eye. By the looks of it, they had already won the Beast Wars with this fighting machine.
“Whoa! Ya saved all of us! Dat’s really somethin’!” Rattrap commented, unsure of what else to say.
“Thank you father. It was my honor to defend my comrades in battle,” he said, raising his head up high and taking a warrior's pose.
Dinobot smiled.
Rattrap instinctively rolled his eyes.
“Well, let’s go inside and discuss this,” confirmed Optimus, and the Maximals went into the Axalon.
“I SAID I DON’T KNOW!” Boomed an infuriated Megatron.
He was yet again answering to his confused Predacons, sitting inside the safety of the Soundwave.
“TARANTULAS!” He bellowed.
Tarantulas scuttled in.
“Yes Megatron. I think I know what may have caused that Maximal to be so powerful...”
Rhinox moved back in his chair.
All the Maximals were assembled in the control room, waiting for a report from Rhinox who had just scanned Chariot.
“Yes?” asked Cheetor eagerly.
“Well,” Rhinox began, “It looks as if he has incorporated DNA from all of us and that has transformed him into all of us in one. To put it simply.”
The others looked uncertainly at each other.
“So, we have me, Sliver-butt, Chopper face, Banana Bot, Kiddo, Dirt n’ Dust and you all in one? Man! What a mess!” sighed Rattrap.
“Agreed,” Mumbled Rhinox.
Optimus looked at Chariot.
“Well, you are something special. You just have to handle all that power and energy wisely. Understand?” he asked.
“Yes, father.”
“Call me Optimus.”
“Yes, father.”
Optimus sighed and walked over to Rhinox to discuss some important details on the Maximal’s future.
Cheetor walked over to Chariot.
“Hey, um, would you like to play Death Rider? It’s a computer game,” asked Cheetor, unsure of how he'd respond.
“Would love to, father,” Chariot cried happily.
Cheetor grinned and the two rushed over to the computers.
Rattrap pulled a face.
“Father! Ugh!” he spat.
Dinobot nodded.
Silverbolt wrinkled up his nose.
“Not what I expected, but I think I can handle it,” he commented.
Gravel gave him a sour look.
“Ooh, you just wait, I’m gonna bring him up to be just like me!” he cried.
“Oh no, not another maniac!” whined Rattrap.
The group departed, lost in thought.
“Interesting. Yessss,” muttered Megatron.
He was sitting in his ‘throne’ listening to Tarantulas’s report.
“So we basically have all the Maximals in one! To put it simply, very simply,” cackled Tarantulas.
Megatron gazed at Tarantulas, not actually listening to him, but thinking of a plan.
“I have got it,” said Megatron.
“Got what?” asked Tarantulas.
“A plan. A very good plan, yessss.”
“What is it?” questioned Tarantulas cautiously.
“I’ll explain later. Now go away while I think of details!” he boomed.
“Numb nut!” whispered Tarantulas as he walked away.
Two days later.
Rhinox smiled to himself.
Optimus noticed and walked up to him.
They were both in the command room, looking at various computers.
“What are you grinning about, hmm?” asked Optimus in a friendly manner.
“Chariot has turned out to be a very good scientist. He did a few tests and passed them with 100%,” said Rhinox.
“Interesting,” muttered Optimus, wondering where Chariot was.
Chariot was in the next room, Rattrap’s quarters playing cards with Rattrap, who was teaching him every trick in the book.
“Check for mirrors behind ya, always check,” warned Rattrap, a look of betrayal on his face.
“I was caught out once, I lost a lot a money and I only found out after the guy left da planet!” he sighed.
“What a shame. Anyway, thanks father,” said Chariot.
“For da last time! Don’t call me dat! It’s Rattrap, got it?”
“Yes father. Ta taa!” he cried and walked off.
“Where in da Matrix did he get dat accent from?” asked Rattrap aloud.
Chariot walked down the hallway, humming to himself.
Silverbolt and him agreed earlier that neither would ever harm Blackarachnia, because she was a female, but Chariot suspected that Silverbolt had a crush on her anyway.
The day before, he had assisted Optimus in organizing a meeting.
He was quite pleased with himself.
Cheetor flew over the forest.
It was his turn on scouting duty.
He had just been warned that there was another stasis pod and was flying over to it.
He found it lying in the open savannah, plunged into the ground.
He landed and after quite a struggle, he managed to pull it out of the ground.
Now, all he had to do was program it.
Rhinox had shown them all how to activate them incase of such emergencies.
He programmed it and stepped back while it scanned the area for a beast form.
“Compatible life form found,” beeped the computer.
Then the stasis pod's lid hissed open and out stepped a black backed jackal.
It then transformed and Cheetor immediately noticed it was female.
“Cool!” he uttered.
She was a light brown color with streaks of gold and black. She had yellow optics and had a laser gun and knee missiles, which was something unusual.
She was rather attractive yet had a strong build.
She looked like a fighter.
“Hi, my name's Cheetor. I am a Maximal like you,” he told her.
“Hello, Cheetor. My name is Jacqueline,” she said, grinning.
The name was perfect.
Cheetor explained about Predacons and Maximals, how they had crashed and why they were fighting. All the while they walked back to the Axalon.
When they finally arrived, the others turned to look and Chariot screamed ‘A mother!'
Optimus gasped then quickly put his hand over Chariot’s mouth.
“No, Chariot, she’s not a mother, she’s not even related. Sorry, um...”
“Jacqueline,” she said
“Yes, Jacqueline. He’s a little confused. It’s a long story. Anyway I’d like to introduce to you my crew and myself. My name is Optimus Primal and I am leader of the Axalon, that is...”
He was cut short by Rattrap.
“Allow me, fearless leader. My name is Rattrap, that flying dog who dinks he’s superman is Silverbolt, da computer scientist nut is Rhinox, dat sly fella over dere is Gravel, da ugly one is Dinobot and you’ve already met da kiddo,” he said with a twisted grin.
Optimus glared at him; so did everyone else.
“Ooookaaay,” she murmured.
“Well, seeing as Rattrap feels like being boss today, why don’t you show her around the base?” he asked, but it was an order nevertheless.
Rattrap scowled at him and took her down the hallway.
Optimus pulled his hand away from Chariot’s mouth.
“Sorry, Chariot. We need to clear up a few matters. Urgently,” he sighed and tried to explain to him why not to call them fathers and mothers.
Megatron was pleased with himself.
He had the perfect plan; he just had to wait for a Maximal to walk right into it.
The right situation, the right time and the right place.
All he needed now was patience.
And Megatron had plenty of that.
3 days later.
Things had been going fine at the Axalon.
No Predacon attacks and this time Optimus was devising a plan of attack, because now he had Chariot, and according to tests, Chariot was unstoppable. He was a perfect friend and fighting machine and Optimus knew Megatron knew this.
Despite the odd irritation by Rattrap or Chariot, everyone was fine.
Except Jacqueline. She had a tremendous liking for Rattrap but didn’t know how to approach him. But things sorted themselves out.
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Rattrap walked down the cold, grey hallways of the base.
He was humming a song to himself and devising a plan of his own to trick Silverbolt into something. He just wasn’t sure what...
His thoughts were interrupted when Jacqueline bumped into him.
“Sorry,” she said shyly.
Rattrap cocked an ‘eyebrow’.
He’d noticed she acted weird around him.
She then started to blush a bit.
“Eh, it’s OK. Just try not ta crush my little feet next time, will ya?” he asked, looking down at his sore foot.
She wasn’t lightweight. Then five feet of metal and wires never is.
“Sorry!” she exclaimed.
Dinobot appeared 'round the corner and stopped to watch the two fumbling around.
He kept in the shadows but Rattrap saw him.
She didn’t notice and gave Rattrap a kiss and then dashed down the hallway.
Dinobot gave Rattrap an amused look.
“It’s like I tell ya,” Rattrap said, hiding his surprise. “I attract female like a casserole attracts flies.”
“Or faecal matter,” muttered Dinobot.
Rattrap scowled at his back as he walked away.
He was about to say something when his commlink crackled on.
“Rattrap, your turn on scouting duty. Just a reminder,” sighed Optimus.
“Yeah yeah. I’m goin’,” Rattrap mumbled.
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The situation was perfect.
Chariot was out on scout patrol and now Rattrap was too.
Megatron himself pitched up with the rest of the Predacons, who were hiding in the bushes on the outskirts of a forest.
Megatron caught sight of Rattrap and sent out his team to take their various positions.
Rattrap was driving along in his transmetal form when he stopped.
He had heard something and felt uneasy.
He looked around him.
He was in an open clearing in a forest and anything could be hiding.
Suddenly he saw a shadow come over him.
He looked up to see Waspinator, who was joined by Inferno.
Around him, Predacons started coming out of the bushes.
“Oh, man! Dis is just what I need!” he complained.
Then the Predacons closed in on him and two moved aside to let Megatron come into the circle.
“Why, hello there my dear rat. What a pleasant surprise,” said Megatron sincerely.
Then his smile faded and he looked down.
“Ugh, I think I stepped in something,” He uttered.
Rattrap resisted a comment and instead asked Megatron: “What do ya want?"
Megatron wiped his foot on the grass and once again grinned. Rattrap felt numerous hands grab him...
Chariot
aimed his weapon at Waspinator who had recently hovered into view.
“Where did
you come from?” He whispered, though it was a stupid question.
“No shooot Wazzzpinator. Wazzzzzpinator bring message for mixed bot,” he buzzed.
“And what may that be?” Chariot asked.
“Megatron wantzz to sseee you in the clearing in the forezzzt. He sayzzz come alone or Rat-bot diezzzz,” he hummed, then flew off.
“Father!”
Chariot yelled and without a second thought ran off to the
forest.
He didn’t take long when he remembered he could fly, and
as fast as Cheetor. He landed in the clearing and there was Megatron,
surrounded by Predacons who all had their weapons aimed at Rattrap.
Chariot
knew that if they all fired, Rattrap was doomed.
“Megatron, unhand him!”
Chariot shouted.
“Now now, why would I do that? I want something from you, yesss. And, until I get it, the rat stays with me,” he boomed.
“Well then, what do you want? I’ll give you anything, just don’t hurt him!” he cried.
“I want you to put yourself into stasis lock and don’t even think about attacking us. One more step and the vermin gets it, understand?” asked Megatron, his voice now harsh.
“Yes, but how do I know you’ll let him go?” he asked.
“All right then, Predacons, on the count of three,” said Megatron.
“No, wait! I’ll do it,” he said, lowering his head.
He knew the
Predacons would convert him into one of their own.
That was what they were
planning.
“No kid, don’t do it!” Rattrap yelled but his mouth was
covered.
To Rattrap’s dismay, Chariot fell to the ground in stasis lock.
“Let the mouse free, we have already won and I’d love him to give the message to his dear Maximals!” laughed Megatron.
Rattrap was unleashed and as he sped off he turned and shouted: “You’s just wait till da others know, ya won’t get away wid’ dis!”
But Rattrap
knew it was already to late.
The
Maximals lowered their heads at Rattrap’s report. They knew that if
Megatron had Chariot they were as good as dead.
Bur Rhinox lightened the
situation.
“You know, having a part of all of us in him, he will be
incredibly difficult to reprogram. He’s just so Maximal, well, how can I
explain this...” He fumbled.
“What? How difficult Rhinox?” asked Optimus, a look of hope in his eyes.
“Well, he has DNA from all of us, right? So Megatron will have to reprogram all of us in one which means our system will all be fighting, from inside him. Unless there is a weak link, Chariot might just be able to fight it off,” he informed quietly.
“Weak link?” Cheetor asked.
All eyes were
on Dinobot.
Rattrap gave Dinobot a cold stare.
“Yeah, he already is part,
Predacon!” he hissed.
Dinobot
growled.
“I’m sure, that Dinobot is Maximal enough to have given him Maximal
energy,” Optimus said quickly.
“Oh you think so, do you?” Dinobot snarled.
“Yes, I do,” Optimus said back coldly.
Dinobot looked
away from the glaring eyes.
Everything he did, his movements, his features,
all resembled being a Predacon. And he knew it.
Optimus
sighed.
“Well, I’m afraid, all we can do is hope.”
Then the others pulled a face.
“Ugh! Who dropped a stinker?” someone cried.
All eyes fell
on Cheetor.
“What, WHAT?”
Megatron
watched anxiously as Tarantulas tried desperately to reprogram
Chariot.
“I...I’m finding great difficulty Megatron! He seems to be
resisting,” he explained.
“Well, of course! They all do..” Megatron said irritably.
“But he’s putting up a fight I’ve never seen before! He’s impossible!”
“Keep trying you dumb spider, keep trying!” Megatron fumed.
“What’s going on here?” hissed Blackarachnia.
“Go away, can’t you see I’m busy!?” yelled Tarantulas.
“Busy what, destroying the mix up here?” she asked.
Tarantulas was
about to retort when he looked down at the readings on the computer.
“Oh no,
if we keep this up, he’s going to detonate!” he cried.
“You mean he’ll explode? How can that be so...?”
But Megatron
was cut of when Chariot DID explode.
The threesome was blown back
and into the next room and the whole of the command center was ripped
up.
After the smoke cleared, Blackarachnia pulled herself up.
“I knew it!”
she coughed. Then she looked through the hole in the wall she had been
thrown through.
There was nothing left, no trace that Chariot had ever been
there.
“Odd, you’d think there'd be pieces,” she mumbled.
Not so far off
Megatron was moaning and Tarantulas was everywhere, well parts of him
anyway.
That day,
all the Maximals stayed inside the base and put Sentinel on full force.
They
all were waiting, hoping and praying.
Then, there was a beep from the
computer.
“Unidentified life forms outside firing range,” it hummed.
“What?” asked Silverbolt.
Optimus walked
over to join Rhinox at the console.
“Optimus, there seems to be several new
Maximals outside,” he said, rather shocked.
“Well, that’s odd. Let them in,” he replied.
The crew waited
a few moments then the elevator moved up.
The door opened and in the elevator
stood seven tiny Maximals; a mini version of each one.
Except for Jacqueline,
who then came out with: “Ah, cute!”
“Hi father!” they all cried.
There was a
mini Rattrap, a mini Optimus, a mini Rhinox...you get the idea.
The larger
Maximals backed up against the wall.
“Dis just ain't my day!” Rattrap cried
as the mini versions all ran up to their larger versions.
“SHUT UP RATTRAP!”
“What? What’d I say?”
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