Winter. The coldest and darkest part of the year. Not much thrived in this weather. Even Dinotrux, the large, mechanical, reptilian beasts of the Mechazoic Era, could barely stand it.
D-Structs, a male Tirerannosaurus trux, knew the feeling of cold well. Getting his motor running in the winter always provided a challenge. At least here in his new cave, there was a lava pool that provided some warmth.
"Hey, D-Structs," Skrap-it called to his master, "mind if I come over here and warm up my parts?"
"Yes, I do," D-Structs grunted back.
"Well, at least there's enough pool for both of us," the chameleon/blowtorch hybrid said to himself. He carefully sat himself on the opposite side of the lava pool.
It grew very quiet in the cave. Quiet except for the howl of the wind...
And tread noises.
D-Structs, territorial as he was, immediately rolled over to investigate. What he found was another Dinotruck outside.
"Who dares enter my crater?" D-Structs growled.
"A humble truck who just wishes to get out of the cold," the figure outside replied.
"No."
Just as D-Structs had turned around, the figure said, "I heard about that other T. trux you don't like. Let me inside, and I can help you get rid of him."
"Hm...interesting proposal...but are you another of my kind?"
"No, no, no, I'm a completely different species."
The figure rolled into the cave.
He was dark blue in color, and resembled a T. trux. However, he was slightly smaller and definitely skinnier. His head was more triangular than rectangular, and a small pair of horns jutted out from his brow. His three-fingered hands were larger in proportion to his body than D-Struct's were. His tail, rather than a wrecking ball, consisted of a series of metal tubes, ending with an injector.
"I," said the figure, "am Forge. A Sauroslaganax maximetal."
"Sauro-what now?" Skrap-It asked, skittering over to get a better look at the blue truck. "In all my kkkt life, I've never seen a truck like kkkt you."
"I come from a long way from here," Forge explained.
"Looking for ore? Because it's mine," D-Structs said.
"Ah, Tirerannosaurus are so dang territorial. Not really; I eat rocks."
"So what do you kkkt do with the ore?" Skrap-It asked again.
"This." Forge found a piece of ore and ate it. Something inside his torso began to make loud churning noises. His tail glowed, followed by a stream of molten metal shooting out the injector at the end.
"My stomach purifies the ore, turning it into metal," Forge explained. "With the right molds, I can make any part you desire - on the condition that you provide the ore to make them, of course."
"Things I can use against Ty and his friends," D-Structs said, smiling evilly. "Forge, we have a deal. I'll let you stay here. I'll provide you with the ore and tell you what to make with it. Do it exactly how I tell you to."
"I think I can manage that," Forge replied.
AN: Sauroslaganax maximetal - Saurophaganax maximus (think big Allosaurus) and a forge.