Old Memories

Authoress Note: This is my first series and I would like to think vampireBA for helping me edit it.

Cybertron

The night sky of Cybertron was pitch black, not a star in the sky. Porch lights dimly lit the streets as I walked down the alleys hearing screaming, bums begging for money, and of course the strong smell of perfume that the prostitutes wore. That is were I was heading; Quintana City. The worst of the worse lived there. Mostly Predacons, but a few Maximals. I was one of those few.

"Ummy, it is about time you showed up." There was my ally, Sundara, one of the prostitutes and perhaps a friend. We both were Autobot descendents, but couldn't take it - we craved the bad world.

"Sorry, the Autobot Elders are putting all types of security and with our reputation we got to keep a low down." We traveled to a condo, where we killed the owners to rest.

"These old bots bleed mech fluid like rain." Sundara commented staring at the mech fluid. She was never a bright one, in fact crazy, but she considered me her friend, but mostly her mummy. Or as she calls it "ummy" simply because I was the one who tempted her into becoming a killer. I was her mentor, and her mummy or ummy if you must.

"Well they were the only ones with the A.V.R." I stated, adding acid and velzars into a bottle so when a cop bot shows they will be very rusty when catching us.

"AVR? Is it a plane that hides behind the clouds."

"No you fool it stands for Autobot Virus Retriver. It will hack into the Autobots database and we will know everything. We will be able to have all the power we want to." My voice was richly filled with greed and power; I lusted for it.

"Hurray Ummy I will drink their mech fluid like lemonade and every corner they will know the name Alenka."

"Or the Bloody Sundara." We laughed at our rain that would spread through Cybertron, and plague it with terror.

Present Day on Prehistoric Earth

"Wow, Rhinox, that was a really good story 'bout the psycho killers, but for future notes let there be pictures." The sarcastic comment was made by none other than Rattrap.

"Shut it Rattrap," ordered the leader Optimus Primal.

"No offence Big Bot but what does this have to do with...anything?" The newly Transmetal II Cheetor asked. All the Maximals were gathered up including the ex-predacon, Blackarchania.

"The point is they managed to steal the AVR, but the machine could send out a signal to Cybertron to pick us up." The whole group awweed in understanding.

"Unfortunately the AVR was never recovered but with the few blue prints we have, there is a chance we could make a duplicate. So in the meantime I need Blackarchania, and SilverBolt to stay here and monitor the sensors, while the rest of us will get parts for the AVR."

"Boss monkey if we wanted muscle these are the two people to take." Rattrap complained, but Optimus just shot him a dirty look.

"Don't question my orders, just do it ." His voice snarled, as Rattrap managed to mumble, "Legs and SilverBolt together, and alone...Good-bye base."

The majority of the Maximals had reached the cave, the air had suddenly felt musty with each step they took. "Careful, we are coming near Raw Red Energon," he whispered. Rattrap looked at him in horror, but before he could yell Optimus clamped his hands over his mouth. "Are ya nuts, that Energon weighs over fifteen tons, and ya asked muscle-doggy and Predacon widow to stay there?"

"You must not forget Rattrap, Energon like this can be deadly to those whose memories have been erased from Cybertron. Once they come in contact with it . Their minds will come rushing with old memories and won't stop until they....well, kill themselves. So asking a person like Silverbolt to touch it isn't the smartest one."

"Then why didn't we bring Legs?" Rattrap asked as they started to remove rocks that blocked the entrance to the cave, it was going to be a long day.

"Simply because she doesn't remember anything about Cybertron, and since she has joined the team I don't know if she is a Predacon still, or a Maximal." As they travelled down the dark tunnel an awe went over the group. They finally reached it, as they bright red cubes stacked on top of each other.

"Hey boss-monkey, that's how we can win this war!" Rattrap's "bright idea" triggered everyone's curiosity.

"What do you mean Rattrap?"

"Well Megatron has a lot of troops that remember nothin' 'bout Cybertron. We give it to Quickstrike, Inferno, and Waspinator....Kaboom we win the war." Instead of getting the praise he thought he would, Rhinox and Optimus just shook their heads in disappointment.

"Rattrap it was made by the Decepticons. It does not affect the Predacons," Rhinox growled, sometimes Rattrap's thick head could drive anyone insane.

"Hey don't get mad at me 'cause I didn't know about this."

"What do you mean? You, Optimus, and me were there!" You could see Rattrap face turn red as he recalled the old, vague memory.

"Oh yea....Hey don't get mad at me I was having relationship problems."

"Let me guess your girlfriend was nagging you." The youngest crew member added in on the conversation

"No my girlfriend and I were fine. It was my girlfriend's girlfriend that was driving me crazy, I mean she was fun on the slab table, but she would always want to join us when we were about to interface. Also when doing interface with the two all they would is yap, now Optimus on the other hand-"

"Rattrap! Zip it!" Optimus ordered as Cheetor stared at him, all wide optics.

"Rattrap you are my idol." The cheetah announced as they took one of the energon per bot, hiking back down the mountain, but they were not alone.

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"So Optimus is carrying deadly energon to his base. That is the stupidest thing he ever did, but my greatest victory ever, yesss." The oh so powerful Megatron hissed, as he called upon his mindless warriors to attack the base.

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"Beloved when do you suspect the others shall arrive back to base?" Questioned the knight in shinning armor, Silverbolt. Blackarchania snapped out of being so bored from monitor duty.

"Don't know, but hey at least we can have some fun." She smiled seductively as they passionately kissed, only to break it off by the intercom voice.

"To Silverbolt, this is Rhinox, we need you to lower the Axis." This definitely killed the mood, as they returned to there post letting them enter.

"Optimus should I assist you?" questioned Silverbolt the little cubes looked quite heavy.

"No it could kill anyone who does not remember Cybertron. That goes for you, as for you too, Blackarchania." As the group carefully placed the cubes down filling them into a container, peace came upon the group, until a loud BAM hit the base.

"What is going on here?" Cheetor asked. Rhinox flipped on the outside security cameras only to find the Predacons attacking.

"Pred alert." Rhinox reported, as they all were about to load up, but not in time for the Predacons blasted the door open.

"Optimus I'm home!!!" Megatron yelled grinning, as all the Maximals loaded their weapons.

"How'd ya get in here, the guns were on."

"Do you mean those guns that'll shoot any Predacon that fires a gun?"

"Yea' thatz tha one." Quickstrike just pointed to the screen where the guns were all shooting at Waspinator, falling to pieces.

"Oh...Crap." Rattrap said just before getting a punch to the face by Quickstrike, that is when all the fire broke loose. Endless fighting continued, but Megatron did not care, all he wanted was to find the crystals.

"Tarantulas where is the red energon?" Megatron's patience became shorter within each blast.

"In that tank moronic leader." Tarantulas sneered receiving a killer glare from the Predacon boss, but ordered Quickstrike to blow it all up.

"Y'all got it boss! Alrighty y'all maximals are gonna have a big boom from QuickStrike." Unfortunately, he missed as Silverbolt tackled him, where he was knocked out cold.

"See villain, this is why good triumphs over evil, and why the Maximals shall defeat you." He prepared to do more battling and corny speeches, until Tarantulas had him in a trap.

"You should really get better lines." Blackarachina was about to witness her knight's doom because once Tarantulas fired Silverbolt would crash into the energon.

"Bowser! Watch out!" She yelled knocking Silverbolt out of the way, and taking the hit herself.

Hours passed before the black widow began to hear anything, as she slowly opened her black optics. Where am I? What the hell happened? Is all that ran through her head.

"Beloved, you are awake?" Silverbolt's voice stopped echoing in her head, the Maximal base was burnt but some were trying to repair it.

"What happened?" She sat up for a moment, but feeling like her head had bricks in hit she fell back onto the lab bed.

"You took the hit, saving Silverbolt's life. Thanks to the fact that you're still a Predacon, you survived." Rhinox reported not sure whether to be happy, as Blackarachnia tried to balance her heavy weight head.

"Any bad news I should know about?" she asked, Rhinox and Optimus both exchanged worried glances,

"Megatron managed to steal the last cube even though he destroyed the rest."

"Great... Now boys since I almost got destroyed...again, I'm going to walk it off." She slowly hopped off the table, as Silverbolt assisted her, but not before they kissed each other, leaving Optimus and Rhinox uncomfortable.
"Silverbolt-Umm.. Silverbolt...Okay break it up." The two bots parted from each others' lips, quickly coming back to earth, Silverbolt blushing Blackarachnia grinning. "I missed you," she said then went to her chamber to rest.

"Ummy what are you doing?" Sundara asked. There she was, laying upon a cold metal slab with wires connected to her body, a black helmet covering her blonde hair.

"I will be straight with you, Sundara. You're an idiot, but I'm not. If we wish to rule Cybertron we must work together. You'll be the muscle, I'll be the ruler- I mean the brains." As I finished sharpening a scalpel made of red energon, dipping the tip of the blade into a mixture of black poisons.

"Ummy I'm scared....You want the power do it to yourself." She whined, her fearing what could go wrong was written all across her face.

"No need to be scared daughter, once this is through you shall be my right-hand. Besides, it could kill me. So this is why you must do it." I said, as she removed the towel that covered her armour. "Do you like?"

"Very, ummy, it is black as the night." It went from her neck down covering her stiletto boots and every other part of her violet transmetal body, the helmet covered all of her face except the jade green cat eyes and red lips.

"Now this may hurt, but just breathe," I said before stabbing her in the spark, the black liquid oozed upon it, changing the spark from white to black. Then silence.

"Slag, I was sure it would have worked on her." I couldn't believe that I was mourning her, I decided to shed one and only one tear for her. Good bye old friend. Just then her helmet began to crack, as a silver light seemed to pour into the crack, it soon began to spread as I backed away from the table, only to fall upon the cold cement as the explosion knocked me down.

"Slag my work is destroyed now what-" Stopping in mid sentence as I saw my friend, Sundara, still alive.

"Ummy did it work?" I gazed at my right hand man, it succeeded, but not in the way I thought. Most of her mask had been blown off, it no longer covered her hair or neck. The expensive armour that I made had been permanently dented, but at least she was alive.

"Yes Sundara it did, unfortunately I don't know if even a CR chamber could repair it."

"Ummy remove all the irreparable armour and fashion it into a sword." The idea had never even crossed my mind, and I was lacking the weapons of destruction.

"Sundara, I think that explosion knocked some sense into you."

"True, Ummy, now I will be able to hear the stars weep, she mused in her usual child-like tone, as I just sighed in exhaustion.

"Never mind." Hours passed as I removed her armour covering her arms and shoulders, I also had to remove her dented stomach plate, even though about everything that covered the stomach and above was removed, the armour that covered her chest was still in tact. Surprisingly her knee-high boots didn't have a scratch. Her armour pants had been burnt off two shorts that were six inches above her knees.

"Look into the mirror." I ordered her eyes lit up in amazement as she modelled in front of the body mirror, while I added the final touches to the weapon.

"Ummy I make all beautiful people want to bow to my beauty," she laughed while twirling in circles. I just rolled my eyes at my partner's idiotic behavior.

"Right...Here is the weapon you will use." Made from black armour turned out to be a silver sword, with a point so sharp it could easily tear any bot's skin.

"This will be fun after I squeeze little bot's eyes out I will kill them. Everyone will know the name Bloody Sundara and her evil ruler, Ummy." She giggled as I looked at myself in the mirror. "Actually daughter I want them to know me as Blackarchania."

Blackarchania's optics popped open as soon as the dream ended, or that is what she kept telling herself. She sat up from the bed, knowing she was the psycho killer. That this wasn't a dream, it was a memory. But all that came out was...

"Slag."

To Be Continued