Disclaimer: I do not own any of the rights to Transformers or any of the
characters included in this story.
It is something of a bizarre crossover idea that came to me rudely in the night. At the moment it is a one shot, but that could change depending on the amount of response I get from it.
Transformers: Minicon Dawn
Tarantulas entered his lair through one of his many hidden passages, which like all the others was designed to allow him to enter the lab without anyone knowing where he had come from, including any who happened to be in his lair at the time, which was fortunate as Tarantulas had not expected to see Megatron hovering over his equipment. "Megatron?! What are you doing in my lai-er-Lab?"
"Ah, Tarantulas, you have returned. I required your equipment, your lab is more advanced than Scorponok's"
Tarantulas failed to suppress a snicker. "Thank you, Megatron. Anything I can do to help?"
Megatron thought for a moment, was it worth the risk of letting the arachnid know about his recent discovery? Tarantulas was far from trustworthy, but on the other hand the technology he was looking at was well beyond anything he knew, if Tarantulas could figure out some way to make use of it, even in a traitorous way Megatron was sure he would be able to turn it to his own advantage. "Yes. Take a look at this, I found it while I was out looking for salvage. It is obviously some form of Transformer technology, but it did not come from our craft."
"Hmmm?" Tarantulas' interest was suddenly piqued. "Certainly Megatron," he said as he almost rudely pushed Megatron out of the way to get a better look at the "artifact" that Megatron had found. It was a green plate a little larger in size than his head, and it had a stylized 'M' imprinted on one side. "hmmm. yes. it is definitely Transformer in origin, but I have never seen this level of technology before."
Megatron fixed his face with a false grin while he watched Tarantulas work. It was the expression he used to say, 'I'm being polite by pretending to be stupid.'
Tarantulas was too fixated on his instruments to notice. "The energy readings are zero. but the time flux around it indicates it is from this time frame, so it is not from the future like we are."
"Fascinating, yes." Megatron said while waiting for Tarantulas to discover something he had not.
"And yet it has been through a space warp. recently, say within the last 50 to a hundred years."
Megatron maintained his polite face.
"But what is it." Tarantulas said to himself while adjusting his sensor equipment, and absentmindedly activated a few hidden features in them that Megatron had not known about before. Excitedly Tarantulas shouted, "Do you know what this is?"
"A highly advanced Cybertronian dinner plate?"
Tarantulas was too excited to notice the sarcasm. "No, for lack of a better term, it's a Stasis Pod."
This was news, showing it to the arachnid had paid off after all. "You mean to tell me that there is a protoform hidden inside that little plate?"
"No, not a protoform, but a fully developed Transformer of an unknown type. There is a ghosted circuitry image of the Transformer inside visible on what appears to be some sort of matter projection system. Apparent vehicle transformation, and it looks like the size is a bit smaller than us." Tarantulas cursed his luck, Megatron had indeed found the find of a lifetime, if only he could find some way to get it back to the Tripedicus Council. Unfortunately it would be impossible to figure out exactly how any of it worked until the plate had repaired itself enough to be able to operate.
Interesting, Megatron thought. A small transformer of unknown type. Not Autobot, Maximal, Decepticon, or Predicon. but something else entirely and stored in long term stasis sleep in a preset condition. That level of technology was well in advanced of their own.
Tarantulas continued, "No sign of organic sensors, at all. interesting. Based on the Transformation mode circuitry I am scanning in this thing, this Transformer is incapable of achieving an exact match of the target. When our race of Transformers select a vehicle or animal for an alt mode, we can completely reconfigure to become an exact match of that vehicle or beast, but from the looks of it the best this type of Transformer can do is reconfigure its existing parts to come as close to the target mode as possible, but cannot duplicate it exactly."
"Interesting, yes. An unknown race of Transformers, vastly more advanced than us in some respects, since they already have Warp technology and this unique form of Stasis Pod, but primitive in other respects."
"What does it mean, Megatron?"
What did Tarantulas hope to gain by asking him that, Megatron wondered. was he genuinely interested in his opinion, or did he just want to know how much Megatron knew? He may as well give Tarantulas his opinion.
"How much do you know about Transformer history?" Megatron asked.
The laugh that Tarantulas gave told Megatron that the next thing he was about to hear would be a half truth at best. "Only what every Predicon learns in Basic Programming."
"Hmmm. yes. Well, even the earliest recorded history of our planet and its great wars between the Autobots and Decepticons make references to Transformers escaping into space in an effort to avoid the coming conflicts. Over the history of our Cybertron there must have been several migrations off world. In fact a select few claim that our Cybertron was settled by immigrants form the True Cybertron. Yet in all our years of space exploration we have never found any of them."
"That's not true, Megatron." Tarantulas said, "There was the Autobot colony that had been wiped out by Cosmic Rust, the Junkion colony on Junk, that world inhabited entirely by Insecticons, rumors of a micromaster colony of the world of Master."
"Yes but we know when and where each of those colonies was founded. Their have to be more, even if Unicron found and eliminated some, even he could not have gotten them all. I believe that this is a relic from one of those other Transformer Colonies. The data druids at the Furman archive insist that our evolution has been controlled and limited by Primus, and claim that is why we were unable to grow as a race until after the defeat of Unicron. It was not until after the fall of Unicron that our race of Transformers developed the organic blending technology that first came with Pretenders, or the MicroMaster Technology that in turn spawned Maximal and Predicon. And now some four million years before our world even begins to fathom the idea of MicroMasters, we find a primitive MicroMaster in a super advanced Stasis Pod. While this Transformer grew and evolved independently and away from the influences we had, it is only natural the tech levels would be slightly skewed, yes. I wonder if there is a Megatron on it's home world too?"
"An interesting. Theory, Megatron."
"Only it," Megatron gestured to the green plate, "has the answers to confirm my theory. Can you activate it?"
Tarantulas suddenly looked crestfallen. "I'm afraid not. It was critically damaged when it crash landed on this planet, and then the strong energon fields did even more damage, almost every circuit in this thing has been damaged or fried."
"Then its dead?"
"No, Megatron, not quiet. I can just barely detect auto repair systems activating within it. It will take it a long time, but it will eventually repair itself enough to activate."
"When the Ark crash-landed on Earth it took four million years of self repair processes to repair the Transformers within enough to come online. How long will it take that. Thing to repair itself enough to activate?"
"Longer."
"How much longer?"
"At least a thousand years longer."
"Then they will be of no use to us."
"I'm afraid not. But what will happen if the Maximals should find one?"
Megatron lauged, "I don't think we have to worry, those buffoons don't even know what planet they are on, I'm pretty sure they wont be able to uncover any secrets in these green plates."
Megatron snatched the plate from Tarantulas, and turned to return to his private chambers, when a thought occurred to him. "Tarantulas, by the time these things repair themselves enough to activate, won't they be entombed by millions of years of dirt?"
"No, Megatron, they are designed with microscopic arms around the sides that, when activated, will slowly dig the plate towards the surface. It really is quite ingénues."
Megatron deposited the plate in his private safe, he would keep a close eye on this green plate in the future, he would guard it as if it were another golden disk. And by keeping it in the safe it would be extra safe from the excessive Energon buildup outside. Maybe that will take a few million years off the repair time of this particular transformer.
Once the plate was secured, Megatron headed outside. He knew there were more of these green plates around, although none were in the area where he or the Maximals had crashed, but they had to come from somewhere, and Megatron did not intend to rest until he found what had brought them. But to do that, he needed a ship.
His own ship would never fly again, and he didn't have much hope that the Maximal's ship was in much better shape. The insecticons would not crash- land for a few thousand more years, he doubted Skyfire would be willing to help him, and that left only one other ship that might be able to fly. Megatron headed for the Ark.
It took him longer to dig his way into the Ark's cave than he thought, and he had managed to hurt himself in the process. No matter. The Ark lay before him for the first time ever. He could not help to be awed by its presence.
He accessed the golden disk for the Ark entry codes that granted him access to the ship.
He had forgotten how. large the old energon guzzling Autobots and Decepticons had been. The controls were too far apart; he would not be able to fly Ark himself. There had to be a way.
For just a moment, he considered ending the war now, with one well placed shot to the head of Optimus Prime. but no. there was no way to ensure he would still exist if he took such an action. That would be his desperation move if all else failed.
Instead he made a through search of the ark. He was considering an attempt to activate one of the Decepticon Jets and making him fly him when he found it. It wasn't on any of the history documents, but there it was, an Autobot shuttle. He would be able to fly that quite easily. He would make a note to add the data about the shuttle to his predicon files once he returned to base.
On a hunch, Megatron decided to fly over the moons first. He found it fairly easily on the dark side of the smaller moon, where no human would ever set foot in recorded history. A large wreck, that looked like it may have been kin to the old Junkion space cruisers. Maybe some of these ships would find their way to Junk to be used by the Junkions against Unicron.
Thinking about it made his head hurt.
Megaton set the shuttle down and began his exploration.
As hard as it was to believe, this ship was in even worse condition than his own. It also appeared that part of the forward crew compartments had not landed on the moon, but may have made it to the Earth even without the rest of the ship attached. He would never know. There was nothing here he could use, just junk, and he needed to get back before he was missed by his troops.
****
In a distant future, it had been several hundred years since the last Transformer had been asked to leave Earth by the local governments. No one alive had ever seen one; few believed the Transformers had ever existed. Efforts had been taken to restore more green to the world, and make the new technologies smaller and harder to spot. Isolationism had again taken hold, cutting off trade with other worlds. And frankly, those other worlds really did not notice the lack of an Earth to do business with.
A child accidentally activated a minicon, and the signal went out across the universe, and suddenly a small pitiful world would be unable to pretend it was the center of the universe any longer.
****
On Cybertron, the signal was received, and Autobots under the command of Optimus Prime and Decepticons led by Megatron leaped into action. They had every intention of responding to the call and capture the Minicons for themselves.
****
On a green, techno organic world, once known as Cybertron, the signal went almost unnoticed, as none of the inhabitance knew what to listen for. In a structure overgrown with techno organic weeds, that had once housed the Maximal Elders, and then had been Megatron's own base of operation when he had ruled Cybertron with hordes of Vehicons, the signal was heard. A green plate glowed and activated, revealing the Transformer within.
It is something of a bizarre crossover idea that came to me rudely in the night. At the moment it is a one shot, but that could change depending on the amount of response I get from it.
Transformers: Minicon Dawn
Tarantulas entered his lair through one of his many hidden passages, which like all the others was designed to allow him to enter the lab without anyone knowing where he had come from, including any who happened to be in his lair at the time, which was fortunate as Tarantulas had not expected to see Megatron hovering over his equipment. "Megatron?! What are you doing in my lai-er-Lab?"
"Ah, Tarantulas, you have returned. I required your equipment, your lab is more advanced than Scorponok's"
Tarantulas failed to suppress a snicker. "Thank you, Megatron. Anything I can do to help?"
Megatron thought for a moment, was it worth the risk of letting the arachnid know about his recent discovery? Tarantulas was far from trustworthy, but on the other hand the technology he was looking at was well beyond anything he knew, if Tarantulas could figure out some way to make use of it, even in a traitorous way Megatron was sure he would be able to turn it to his own advantage. "Yes. Take a look at this, I found it while I was out looking for salvage. It is obviously some form of Transformer technology, but it did not come from our craft."
"Hmmm?" Tarantulas' interest was suddenly piqued. "Certainly Megatron," he said as he almost rudely pushed Megatron out of the way to get a better look at the "artifact" that Megatron had found. It was a green plate a little larger in size than his head, and it had a stylized 'M' imprinted on one side. "hmmm. yes. it is definitely Transformer in origin, but I have never seen this level of technology before."
Megatron fixed his face with a false grin while he watched Tarantulas work. It was the expression he used to say, 'I'm being polite by pretending to be stupid.'
Tarantulas was too fixated on his instruments to notice. "The energy readings are zero. but the time flux around it indicates it is from this time frame, so it is not from the future like we are."
"Fascinating, yes." Megatron said while waiting for Tarantulas to discover something he had not.
"And yet it has been through a space warp. recently, say within the last 50 to a hundred years."
Megatron maintained his polite face.
"But what is it." Tarantulas said to himself while adjusting his sensor equipment, and absentmindedly activated a few hidden features in them that Megatron had not known about before. Excitedly Tarantulas shouted, "Do you know what this is?"
"A highly advanced Cybertronian dinner plate?"
Tarantulas was too excited to notice the sarcasm. "No, for lack of a better term, it's a Stasis Pod."
This was news, showing it to the arachnid had paid off after all. "You mean to tell me that there is a protoform hidden inside that little plate?"
"No, not a protoform, but a fully developed Transformer of an unknown type. There is a ghosted circuitry image of the Transformer inside visible on what appears to be some sort of matter projection system. Apparent vehicle transformation, and it looks like the size is a bit smaller than us." Tarantulas cursed his luck, Megatron had indeed found the find of a lifetime, if only he could find some way to get it back to the Tripedicus Council. Unfortunately it would be impossible to figure out exactly how any of it worked until the plate had repaired itself enough to be able to operate.
Interesting, Megatron thought. A small transformer of unknown type. Not Autobot, Maximal, Decepticon, or Predicon. but something else entirely and stored in long term stasis sleep in a preset condition. That level of technology was well in advanced of their own.
Tarantulas continued, "No sign of organic sensors, at all. interesting. Based on the Transformation mode circuitry I am scanning in this thing, this Transformer is incapable of achieving an exact match of the target. When our race of Transformers select a vehicle or animal for an alt mode, we can completely reconfigure to become an exact match of that vehicle or beast, but from the looks of it the best this type of Transformer can do is reconfigure its existing parts to come as close to the target mode as possible, but cannot duplicate it exactly."
"Interesting, yes. An unknown race of Transformers, vastly more advanced than us in some respects, since they already have Warp technology and this unique form of Stasis Pod, but primitive in other respects."
"What does it mean, Megatron?"
What did Tarantulas hope to gain by asking him that, Megatron wondered. was he genuinely interested in his opinion, or did he just want to know how much Megatron knew? He may as well give Tarantulas his opinion.
"How much do you know about Transformer history?" Megatron asked.
The laugh that Tarantulas gave told Megatron that the next thing he was about to hear would be a half truth at best. "Only what every Predicon learns in Basic Programming."
"Hmmm. yes. Well, even the earliest recorded history of our planet and its great wars between the Autobots and Decepticons make references to Transformers escaping into space in an effort to avoid the coming conflicts. Over the history of our Cybertron there must have been several migrations off world. In fact a select few claim that our Cybertron was settled by immigrants form the True Cybertron. Yet in all our years of space exploration we have never found any of them."
"That's not true, Megatron." Tarantulas said, "There was the Autobot colony that had been wiped out by Cosmic Rust, the Junkion colony on Junk, that world inhabited entirely by Insecticons, rumors of a micromaster colony of the world of Master."
"Yes but we know when and where each of those colonies was founded. Their have to be more, even if Unicron found and eliminated some, even he could not have gotten them all. I believe that this is a relic from one of those other Transformer Colonies. The data druids at the Furman archive insist that our evolution has been controlled and limited by Primus, and claim that is why we were unable to grow as a race until after the defeat of Unicron. It was not until after the fall of Unicron that our race of Transformers developed the organic blending technology that first came with Pretenders, or the MicroMaster Technology that in turn spawned Maximal and Predicon. And now some four million years before our world even begins to fathom the idea of MicroMasters, we find a primitive MicroMaster in a super advanced Stasis Pod. While this Transformer grew and evolved independently and away from the influences we had, it is only natural the tech levels would be slightly skewed, yes. I wonder if there is a Megatron on it's home world too?"
"An interesting. Theory, Megatron."
"Only it," Megatron gestured to the green plate, "has the answers to confirm my theory. Can you activate it?"
Tarantulas suddenly looked crestfallen. "I'm afraid not. It was critically damaged when it crash landed on this planet, and then the strong energon fields did even more damage, almost every circuit in this thing has been damaged or fried."
"Then its dead?"
"No, Megatron, not quiet. I can just barely detect auto repair systems activating within it. It will take it a long time, but it will eventually repair itself enough to activate."
"When the Ark crash-landed on Earth it took four million years of self repair processes to repair the Transformers within enough to come online. How long will it take that. Thing to repair itself enough to activate?"
"Longer."
"How much longer?"
"At least a thousand years longer."
"Then they will be of no use to us."
"I'm afraid not. But what will happen if the Maximals should find one?"
Megatron lauged, "I don't think we have to worry, those buffoons don't even know what planet they are on, I'm pretty sure they wont be able to uncover any secrets in these green plates."
Megatron snatched the plate from Tarantulas, and turned to return to his private chambers, when a thought occurred to him. "Tarantulas, by the time these things repair themselves enough to activate, won't they be entombed by millions of years of dirt?"
"No, Megatron, they are designed with microscopic arms around the sides that, when activated, will slowly dig the plate towards the surface. It really is quite ingénues."
Megatron deposited the plate in his private safe, he would keep a close eye on this green plate in the future, he would guard it as if it were another golden disk. And by keeping it in the safe it would be extra safe from the excessive Energon buildup outside. Maybe that will take a few million years off the repair time of this particular transformer.
Once the plate was secured, Megatron headed outside. He knew there were more of these green plates around, although none were in the area where he or the Maximals had crashed, but they had to come from somewhere, and Megatron did not intend to rest until he found what had brought them. But to do that, he needed a ship.
His own ship would never fly again, and he didn't have much hope that the Maximal's ship was in much better shape. The insecticons would not crash- land for a few thousand more years, he doubted Skyfire would be willing to help him, and that left only one other ship that might be able to fly. Megatron headed for the Ark.
It took him longer to dig his way into the Ark's cave than he thought, and he had managed to hurt himself in the process. No matter. The Ark lay before him for the first time ever. He could not help to be awed by its presence.
He accessed the golden disk for the Ark entry codes that granted him access to the ship.
He had forgotten how. large the old energon guzzling Autobots and Decepticons had been. The controls were too far apart; he would not be able to fly Ark himself. There had to be a way.
For just a moment, he considered ending the war now, with one well placed shot to the head of Optimus Prime. but no. there was no way to ensure he would still exist if he took such an action. That would be his desperation move if all else failed.
Instead he made a through search of the ark. He was considering an attempt to activate one of the Decepticon Jets and making him fly him when he found it. It wasn't on any of the history documents, but there it was, an Autobot shuttle. He would be able to fly that quite easily. He would make a note to add the data about the shuttle to his predicon files once he returned to base.
On a hunch, Megatron decided to fly over the moons first. He found it fairly easily on the dark side of the smaller moon, where no human would ever set foot in recorded history. A large wreck, that looked like it may have been kin to the old Junkion space cruisers. Maybe some of these ships would find their way to Junk to be used by the Junkions against Unicron.
Thinking about it made his head hurt.
Megaton set the shuttle down and began his exploration.
As hard as it was to believe, this ship was in even worse condition than his own. It also appeared that part of the forward crew compartments had not landed on the moon, but may have made it to the Earth even without the rest of the ship attached. He would never know. There was nothing here he could use, just junk, and he needed to get back before he was missed by his troops.
****
In a distant future, it had been several hundred years since the last Transformer had been asked to leave Earth by the local governments. No one alive had ever seen one; few believed the Transformers had ever existed. Efforts had been taken to restore more green to the world, and make the new technologies smaller and harder to spot. Isolationism had again taken hold, cutting off trade with other worlds. And frankly, those other worlds really did not notice the lack of an Earth to do business with.
A child accidentally activated a minicon, and the signal went out across the universe, and suddenly a small pitiful world would be unable to pretend it was the center of the universe any longer.
****
On Cybertron, the signal was received, and Autobots under the command of Optimus Prime and Decepticons led by Megatron leaped into action. They had every intention of responding to the call and capture the Minicons for themselves.
****
On a green, techno organic world, once known as Cybertron, the signal went almost unnoticed, as none of the inhabitance knew what to listen for. In a structure overgrown with techno organic weeds, that had once housed the Maximal Elders, and then had been Megatron's own base of operation when he had ruled Cybertron with hordes of Vehicons, the signal was heard. A green plate glowed and activated, revealing the Transformer within.