Return of Dinobot
Summary: at the end of the Beast Wars, after Rampage died alongside Depthcharge, he finally gains a whole spark, along with Dinobots' memories. In his final moments, he helps Optimus Primal and his Maximals. In the end, he chose to go down with the Nemesis, once more a hero in his last moments of life. Or were they?
Characters; Dinobot/Dinobot II/G1 cast
Setting: Sometime in G1, no particular time, most likely before the Movie, though.
Genre; Action/Adventure/Friendship
Rating; Unknown for now, T to be safe
AN; If you are confused about how Beast Wars and G1 are connected, see the note at the bottom
Disclaimer; I do not own Transformers or any of its related items. If I did, you could have bet your ass that Dinobot would most likely not have died in the first place and that if he had, then Dinobot II would have taken Optimus' offer of leaving a crashing ship and gotten an awesome Technorganic body!
Chapter 1, Discovery
Corrupt data found. Core processor rebooting and regenerating.
Deep under the earth, beneath tons of bedrock and sedimentary soil, rested the largest Decepticon war ship, the Nemesis. Even millions of years after the ship was lost, Autobots still shuddered at the very mention of its name, such was its power.
It was believed that when the Autobots and Decepticons had battled above a primitive planet that it had not withstood atmospheric entry and had been destroyed.
Little did anyone know that the ship had survived almost entirely intact and with a stasis-locked passenger too.
Regeneration 15% complete.
"Destroy them!"
"…Negative."
"What? What possible-
"Yeeesssss. From now on I shoot my salad before I eat it!"
Mining Director Daniel Irving looked on with pride as he saw his crew hard at work, sifting through tons of ore for valuable metallic ore and a few precious stones.
The Sisko Mine was not very large, as mines went, but it made more than enough to turn a decent profit. It also helped that it had not had an encounter with the Decepticons, unlike those ruby mines to the south.
Just as he was about to head back to his trailer to tackle the massive amount of paperwork that helped keep the mine open and the miners paid, he got a call on his radio.
"Mr. Irving, sir?" said the hesitant voice of his assistant director, Allen Simmons, over the radio.
Daniel frowned. Since when did his headstrong and cocky assistant get so timid? Pushing aside that though, he grabbed his radio and answered impatiently.
"What is it, Allen? I'm a little busy, can't this wait?"
Silence.
"No, sir. There's something here that you really want to see."
Daniel sighed.
"Was there an accident?"
"No, nothing happened, but the blasters found something and I think you should see it for yourself."
"Fine. Have one of your men wait by the shaft for me. This better be important, I have better things to do than indulge in the curiosity of workers."
"Trust me, it's worth it."
Regeneration 23% complete.
"- save yourself!"
"Farewell, data tracks corrupted."
"Like I said, you're just a blasted, slag-spouting saurian, but…it's nice to know where you stand."
"Upwind of you, for preference, vermin."
One state over and twelve hours later, Prowl was sitting at his desk, going over the messages going to and coming from the American government. Most of the communiqués were Low Priority, mostly requests by state officials for meetings and PR appearances.
Only one was flagged as Highest Priority. It was a letter from the Autobots official liaison.
Re: Alien Tech Found
Late on Friday the 12th, in a mine in the state of California, miners found something that resembles Cybertronian technology. We request that you send some of your soldiers to come and verify. All non-essential personnel have been evacuated from the area as well as people from nearby towns, because of possible health and safety concerns presented by a possible Decepticon attack. The military are prepared to mobilize, but it has not yet been deployed, so as not to alert the Decepticons.
We await your response.
American/Autobot Liaison,
Sarah Lennox
Alarmed, Prowl quickly sent a message that the Autobots would be deploying immediately. Even though he was technically going over his superiors' head, he knew that Optimus would send a team. No one wanted the Cons' to get their hands on anything that could help them win the war.
Leaving his office to find his commander, Prowl opened a com line to his leader.
"Prowl to Optimus Prime." Even as the he was initiating the cal, Prowl was already heading for the bridge to find Optimus.
"Optimus here. Is there something wrong, Prowl?"
"Possibly. It would appear that some human miners have found something of possible Cybertronian origin." Prowl rounded a corner hurriedly, narrowly avoiding Wheeljack, who was carrying some boxes in his hands.
Optimus was silent for a few seconds.
"Any description of what it could be?"
"No, but it's probably something big, or else the humans would have most likely sent it to us. Given its proximity to the Ark, it could be some debris from when we battled the Nemesis." By now, Prowl stood in front of the doors that led to the bridge, waiting for them to open. "I sent the humans a message that we would send a team."
Prowl turned off his com as he entered and faced his leader, who was exuding an aura of confidence.
"Good job, Prowl. Did you have anyone particular in mind?"
On one of Teletraans monitors, Optimus pulled up a list of available mechs. Prowl studied the list intently.
"Jazz, Ironhide, Sunstreaker, and Sideswipe, in case the 'Cons decide to show up. Wheeljack, he should be able to certify its origins." Just as he said that, there was a loud explosion that rocked the entire ship. The alarms started flashing and mechs everywhere dropped what they were doing and prepared for battle.
"Prowl, check the scanners, find out where that blast came from!" ordered Optimus. "Hound, stop those alarms, Bluestreak, you-"
Just then, Ratchet interrupted Prime's orders over ship wide comms.
"False alarm. Wheeljack just blew up his lab."
Everyone relaxed and went back to what they had been doing before, Wheeljack blowing up his lab was a regular occurrence, one that gave them semi-regular practice, just in case the 'Cons ever decided to attack the base.
"Well, I guess we can forget Wheeljack, Prime said ruefully.
"Perceptor would be a good choice to verify anything we find," suggested Optimus, scanning the list to find a suitable replacement for Wheeljack.
Prowl nodded. "That should be fine."
He was already turning to leave when Prime said; "I'll be going as well," causing Prowl to freeze in surprise.
"Are you sure that's a good idea, sir? Your being there might attract the attentions of the Decepticons. It would make for a tempting target."
"Just as sure that an envoy of Autobots will also gain their attention. While I'm gone, you'll be in charge, Prowl. I'll keep you informed if we need any back up."
"Yes, sir."
Regeneration 42% complete.
"What possible reason could you have to disobey me? I am your master! I am your creator!"
"And I…have my honour!"
"Well fought, my friend. You saved the valley. You saved the lives of those who live here… and of those who are still to come."
Several hours later and one state over, Optimus Prime and his team of Autobots stood that the entrance of a mine, along with a nervous-looking Director Daniel Irving and a serious-looking Colonel Sharp, a representative from the military, who was there to call in back-up if the Decepticons showed up.
"We'll take the equipment elevator down, but I'm afraid that there isn't enough room for all of you," Colonel Sharp pointed out as the group headed towards the large elevator.
Optimus took one look and came to the same conclusion.
"Agreed, Perceptor, Jazz, and I will accompany you. The others will remain above ground. Alert us immediately if the Decepticons show up."
In the elevator, Perceptor looked at the director.
"What makes you think whatever it is you found our technology, Mr. Irving?"
The nervous director swallowed and looked at the science-bot before answering.
"Well, it survived a large blast of C4 with no damage to show, we were blowing a new tunnel when the workers found it." He took a deep breath as they went deeper and deeper. "Then there was the fact that none of my people could tell what the metal was made out of."
The elevator came to a stop as they reached the level and the director opened the doors and everyone got out. It was a large tunnel, with more than ample room to allow even Optimus Prime to stand up straight without touching the ceiling.
"We also tried to open a hole with a blow torch, nada. Then we noticed that there was some kind of writing. It didn't look like any writing system I've ever seen before, and somehow I doubt some teens managed to make their way down here to graffiti it."
At this point, they had reached their destination, a large sheet of unmarked metal blocking the end of the tunnel.
Optimus Prime nodded at Perceptor, who walked forward and began to examine it with some of his tools.
After several seconds, the mech turned towards his leader.
"I have come to the conclusion that this is unquestionably of Cybertronian origin. Based on its quality, I would assume that it is either a shuttlecraft or a ship, most likely of Decepticon origin. I would need a look inside in order to come to a proper conclusion."
Everyone looked at Prime, waiting for his orders.
"Very well. Perceptor cut us out a door, carefully," ordered Optimus, who then turned to the two humans accompanying them. "Colonel Sharp, Director Irving, I would request that you remain here."
Sharp scowled at the large 'bot before responding.
"We humans may be small and fleshy, Optimus Prime, but I assure you, we can take care of ourselves."
Ignoring both of them, Perceptor dutifully started to cut a hole into the ship, with Jazz looking on in mild interest.
"It is not that I doubt your ability, Colonel Sharp. It is just that we are unsure of the condition of the interior and its defences. They could be deactivated or just as likely, they could be armed and ready to fire." Optimus pointed out. "The fewer people in there if the defences come on, the easier it will be for us to counter it."
The Colonel was quiet for a moment, mulling over this, while Optimus watched Perceptor finish making an opening.
"Fine," agreed Colonel Sharp, "But the moment you have this…this vessel, secured, my men and I are coming in. Take it or leave it."
"Agreed."
Just then, a large clang announced that Perceptor had finished making them an entrance, Optimus looked at the two bots with him; silently asking them if they were prepared. Perceptor nodded in response and Jazz gave him a grin. They were ready.
Regeneration 77% complete.
"Wait! Need plan! Data tracks corrupted in charge!"
"I am the plan!"
"Fear not Optimus! I shall ensure your funeral is a glorious one, as befits a warrior who died in battle!"
"'Fraid I'll have to miss it, data tracks corrupted; I'm not scrap yet!"
"Hmm, are you certain? It would be a triumphant passage."
Optimus took point, his rifle held securely in front of him, with his headlights providing some illumination. Perceptor was behind him, recording anything that could possibly help him identify why the ship was where it was. Jazz took the rear, careful scanning behind them so as not to be caught unawares by whatever security systems were still active.
So far, none of the ships' security systems appeared to be functional, although they had not seen any signs of damage.
It almost looked as if the ship had been abandoned.
Finally, the small group arrived at the bridge of the ship or rather what was left of it.
Jazz whistled, "Looks like Hurricane Dancin' Dinobot swept through here before she crashed!"
Optimus silently agreed with his Special Ops commander, but he kept it to himself, being more intent on the carnage around him.
"Jazz, Perceptor, see if you can find a console that might have survived. Hopefully there are records that haven't been destroyed or corrupted."
The three bots each took separate areas to begin their search; carefully trying to avoid the wreckage, but that was easier said than done.
More often than not, Optimus found himself having to use his colossal strength to move pieces that were too large to go around and not strong enough to hold his weight. While Jazz was having by far the easiest time, which was not surprising from someone as ninja-like as he was. Perceptor was a mix between the two, not as agile as Jazz, but not nearly as heavy as his leader. Just then, something caught Jazz' eye.
Regeneration 87% complete.
"Now we play…for real!"
"If there was a clone, then where is he, huh?
"I'm afraid he's gone for good. A shame really; he was such a handsome creature. And…quite tasty."
"…You're disgusting."
"I found a working station, Optimus," called Jazz from his part of the room.
Optimus looked over, but he could barely see the 'bot through the wreckage.
"Can you access it?"
A loud screech of tearing metal reached his audios, but Prime had barely taken a step forward when he heard his friend answer.
"Yeah, the display is scrap, but if I hook up to it directly, I should be able to download the info."
"I would not recommend it, Jazz. If this is a Decepticon ship, then its computers are bound to have strong firewalls," pointed out Perceptor. "It would be more prudent to take it with us back to base and allow someone who has the proper tools to it."
"I can handle it! It'll be just like infiltratin' the 'Con base in Kaon!"
"That may be true," Optimus admitted, "however, you had the proper tools at the time. Besides, if your processor is damaged, Ratchet will have to replace it." Optimus almost smiled at the look of horror that was growing on his old friend's face. "We both know how much he dislikes unnecessary repairs."
"On second thought, maybe we could bring it back to base."
Optimus and Perceptor shared a smile. It was a rare day when a mech was able to outmanoeuvre the quick-witted infiltrator.
"Are you guys comin'? I won't be able to remove this thing by myself!"
Jazz started moving some debris, but he lost his balance and all Pit broke loose.
Regeneration interrupted. Initiating immediate restart, starting survival program.
AN
And that's the end of chapter 1 of 3, hope you guys like, and I promise you guys, that this story will be completed. Why do I say that when I've said this hundreds if time before? Because I took precautions, this story is already completed! And I will get back to working on my other projects soon. O know I haven't updated in forever, but as some of you know, 2009 was a very rough year for me and I'm just now getting out of this funk.
For those of you who haven't read my bio to find out why, here's the short list.
My father was hospitalized 3 times before he passed away, my mother had a heart attack, her sister was in a motorcycle accident and broke her pelvis a month before my father passed, another one of her sisters nearly died on the operating table a week after my father passed and was hospitalized for over a month because of complications, I nearly ran into something the size of Optimus Prime at 1ookph because the driver was tried to drive British-style on an American-style road, I had to put two dogs to sleep and one of my cats died as I could only watch and try to comfort her.
*Looks at the list above* Ummmmm, I think that's pretty much it. So...yeah...methinks any of those are a good enough excuse to not write for a while. But wanna hear the good news?
Reviews make me want to write more! It true, for those beloved reviewers who asked about my father and my fics, let me just tell you that you were a big help in getting this fic done. Every time I got one, it gave me the urge to work on my fics for a little while.
Next chapter will be posted next Thursday!