Nothing Gnu about it

[Tor]

Hurrah!

I finally got my lazy butt to do some writing. I wanted to focus on how the shell program effected transformers, but since I don't really like writing about Blackarachnia (and her personality didn't really change after the pesty program was removed), I made a NEW character. Behold, the tale of Nanu!


Nothing Gnu About It
By: Dinotor

Nanu was dimly aware of the change from protoform to transformer. She knew a comfortably familiar pod surrounded, made of the purest Cybertronian metals to ensure maximum protection. She was safe from radiation, meteorites, and weak laser fire. Everything was aye-okay. Until the pods automatic lid opened.

With the quiet hiss of hydraulics, Nanu’s quiet sanctuary opened to a new world. Her chest expanded with the first taste of Earthly air. She kept her eyes close savoring the peace and tranquility.

Blasts of weaponry and incoherent hollers assaulted her sensitive audio receptors. Nanu shied away from the noise, shrinking back into her pod. Not the most ideal welcome, Nanu thought cynically, and prepared to stay out of the conflict outside. As she lay in her disturbed sanctuary, she felt a build-up of power around her midriff. She identified the source with a quick diagnostic. A small mechanical orb was draining her core-consciousness’s energy into itself. Her optics widened with horror, without energy, her core would be wiped, and she’d become a blank! Anything was preferred to existing as an empty shell. The diagnostic report changed as all of her core’s programming was rerouted to the orb. Just before the orb’s main function began, Nanu knew something was extremely wrong. Her coherent thought were swept away by a desire that was impossible to ignore. A desire to kill.

Nanu rose on sturdy legs, solely focused on annihilating any threat to her or her pod.

But as she viewed her new world, her original personality seemed to surface. She sucked in breath as she scanned her environment. Her mainframe had wisps of memory from her former life (places, people, and such), but this! This was unparalleled. Tall, yellow grasses swayed in a breath of warm wind in plain that stretched to brush the horizon.

Then the bloodlust bloomed in her again. Her ear swiveled around followed by her head. Someone was cocking a gun. Nanu was too slow to escape the sting of bullets the pelted toward her at incredible speed.

Nanu’s shoulder stung as she hobbled around to face the offender with burning rage. It was a widely build mech with the alt-mode of a White Rhinoceros.

If she had been herself it would’ve been second nature to use diplomacy, but again she felt herself drown in the need to kill.

“Nanu, TERRORIZE!” Nanu’s mainframe froze. She was a Predacon?

Coherent thoughts were drained away. Kill, kill, KILL! Screamed her mainframe. Obeying the urge, Nanu reached into subspace. A spec pair of oversized swords and a double barrel stun gun came up her mainframe followed by an ammo count. She chose the stun gun and she pulled the hefty gun out of subspace, finger on the trigger. She brought it up, and with one optic closed, fired. A burst of grey energy shot forward. Nanu watched in dismay, she had fired in the completely wrong direction. Her dismay doubled as a child, unaware to the danger, jumped in front of the burst.

Time slowed as the burst hit the child, ramming him backward and offline. She sprinted to her victim, a small part of her mainframe marveling at her speed. She would soon find she could run at fifty mph for a quarter of a mile.

“Slag,” Nanu breathed softly, placing a hand over the child’s chest. She detected the reassuring pulse of his spark. She straightened abruptly. The bloodlust would come again, and she would get as far away as possible before it did.

“Don’ move, Predacon,” the voice spat the word ‘Predacon’ like expired ethanol. A gun barrel jabbed her in the small of her back. “Put yer gun away.”

Nanu complied, staring at the unconscious child. Whoever was behind her was going to shoot her any second now…

A silhouette of a giant insect blocked the sun out, “Waspinator found new Predacon!”

The barrel left Nanu’s back, and she turned too. A smaller mech, with a rat beast mode, stood underneath the shadow of another mech, who had adopted a wasp alt-mode. The rat fired at the other, who buzzed in erratic circles and then ‘TERRORIZED’ on the spot.

“Waspinator will slag rat-bot!” the Predacon pulled a small, stripped weapon and was firing on his enemy. The rat moved effortlessly, dodging all of the explosions. Then the rat leveled his gun, firing a single bullet, and the wasp twirled awkwardly to the ground, leaving a trail of smoke behind him. The rat bot seemed to forgotten Nanu, so she quietly slipped into the tall grass.

“Predacons, retreat!” a new, deeper voice called. Nanu’s core told her to obey that voice. So, she turned back into her beast form of a gnu and darted after the voice.

~

Nanu followed her escort, a burly Predacon named Scorponok, into Megatron’s receiving room.

“He is our savior,” Scorponok praised, with a misty look in his eyes, “He’s going to bring the Predacons to power, he will accomplish what no one else dared do.”

Nanu just smiled and nodded, wondering how naïve this mech could be. He was stranded on a potentially hostile planet with a grounded ship, after all.

She gasped as she saw the receiving room. It was as impressive and foreboding as the commander himself. Predacons operated touch-screen computers on magnetic lifts. The ground was cracked by fissures of lava. In the middle of the room, a single chair hung elegantly from the ceiling. Sitting in it was a massive mech. A geyser of white hot spark flared up behind his chair, contouring his muscled figure. His optics burned brightly with insane cunning. He beckoned her, and before her core urged her to obey, she felt a thrill of spine-tingling fear.

“Ah,” he sounded pleased. “Welcome, my new Predacon.”

“Thank you,” Nanu felt a little awkward, wondering if she should bow before the commander. She compromised by inclining her head.

“You must be wondering why you are here.”

“Yes, a little.”

“Unfortunately I, myself am far too busy to, em, ‘fill you in,’” Megatron’s voice was smooth, and Nanu believed him, in spite of her fear for him. His voice changed, bellowing, “BLACKARACHNIA!”

A curvaceous femme casually directed a lift from the shadows to stop before Megatron.

“Yes?” Blackarachnia asked politely, gazing at Megatron, but Nanu detecting an undercurrent of sarcasm and contempt beneath her tone.

“Take our new Predacon to his old quarters and explain out situation, yesss.”

Blackarachnia smiled daintily, then beckoned Nanu with the four legs mounted to her arm. Nanu frowned. Who was ‘he’? Still thinking over the goings on over the past couple of megacycles, Nanu jumped from Scorponok’s lift to Blackarachnia’s.

The two femmes sped off. But, looking backwards, Nanu saw Megatron watching her, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

~

That is merely part one, cuz well, *waspinator voice* Torbot haz planz! *gets pummeled with a club* OUCH! fleshiebot LISTEN to Torbot! *smacked into stasis*

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[Night-Hunter]

wow thats awesome it gives me an idea to write some thing about Saber and Sonar.

[Razorclaw]

Bad Una! *Takes club away,and massages Tor's head*

I like it. It's very creative and original. *Anticipating part two...*

[Tor]

*rubs temples*

Owww. Good lord. Thank you RC and Nighty. I'm glad I inspired you with your characters. I hope they have a better time of it than Nanu. RC, I shall try my best to get the 2nd part going.

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