Pawsy: Wooow… my first Beast Wars story… on ffn… I liiiikee… >normal voice> I don't own Beast Wars. Dayze belong to Hasbro… I think… but the story is mine! Mine, you hear me! >breaks into insane laughter>
Tarantulas: Calm down, kitty…
Pawsy: >blink, blink> Kitty? >serval ears flop down> Serval. Not kitty. Sserval. >grr!> Anyway, here's the story. Hope you enjoy, please review, and all flames will be used to warm my tundra of a house! >whine> How can it possibly be this cold in the south? >whiiiiine>
>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Winner
As another day ends on Prehistoric Earth, the fuzor, Silverbolt, soars towards the Axalon. With his back to the sunset, the sharp sunlight lines his darkened beast form. His emotions run wild, both pleased but guilty with a recent visit with Black Arachnia. Every time he goes, his spark skips at the thrill of seeing his beloved but plummets at the thought of the secret romance. Sometimes, he'd even help her by bringing her items he smuggled off the Axalon. These thoughts add to the sick feeling that has started, but he quickly shakes them off. After all, it is worth it. It is all worth it for his beloved.
As he gets closer, he sees Cheetor taking flight.
"An odd time to do recon," the fuzor says to himself before descending upon the ship. He lands and transforms just in time for the entrance panel to lower. He calmly walks onto it and waits to be risen into the ship. When the glass panel rise allowing him to entering the main room, he sees Rhinox and Rattrap monitoring the screens. Rhinox looks calm as ever while Rattrap continuously fidgets with the computer controls.
"Something wrong, Rattrap?" the fuzor asks kindly.
"You tell me!" the rodent notions to the scanner screen, "For some reason, it seems the screen tries to register a Predacon signature. The thing is, the signal comes in short glitches, if at all! Obviously, they are trying to cover the signal…"
"Really?" the fuzor fidgets slightly, now curious to the fact that he could've been followed. He mentally gave a short prayer to the Matrix for his theory to be wrong.
"The worse part is that it seems to be near the base," the rodent snarls in frustration. "And we've walked through the base and Cheetor's started on recon outside and Rhinox thinks I'm going crazy!"
The bot looks over to his smaller comrade and sighs.
"I'm just saying I haven't seen a Pred signature at all on the screen. We've done a search inside and it turned up cold. And so far we've heard nothing from Cheetor," Rhinox states.
Silverbolt hides his relief from the others since this has obviously been going on for a while. This ruled out the idea of him being followed.
"There it goes again!" Rattrap shouts, snapping the fuzor out of his thoughts. He quickly looks at the screen. Nothing. Now concerned, Silverbolt places a hand on Rattrap's shoulder.
"Rattrap, you maybe over stressed. You have been in need of rest lately," he states. After all, the rodent has been constantly helping Rhinox with the scanners, updating the defenses, and then there have been the more than usual battles with the Predacons.
The rat recoils in anger and stands up.
"Well, I'll just go give Optimus the heads up and see what he says!" the over confused bot snaps and storms down the hallway. He finally stops before the familiar scene of his leader's room entrance. Any second now, the door will alert Optimus of his arrival, and the ape bot will allow entry.
Strangely, that didn't happen this time. In fact, Rattrap has been waiting three cycles when he finally taps his hand against the door.
"Uh, Boss Monkey? You in there?" Rattrap asks followed by a short period of silence.
"Rattrap?" is the only reply.
"Yeah, it's, uh, me," Rattrap says curiously. Another moment of silence passes before the metallic door slides open. A slightly worn Optimus stands in the doorway.
"Hello, Rattrap. Do you need something?" the Maximal leader states.
"Are you ok?" Rattrap asks. Optimus is caught off guard by the question at first, but quickly regains his normal appearance.
"I apologize for my appearance. I just finished a training regimen, and was at the moment resting. I'm also sorry when I didn't hear your coming at first. Shouldn't have made you wait." Rattrap stares at his commander strangely, as if he had a small problem believing him. Optimus sees the rodent's expression and shrugs it off.
"Is there something you need to tell me?" Optimus asks again. Rattrap then remembers his reason for being there.
"Uh, yeah," the rat shakes his head of his wandering thoughts before continuing. "Believe it or not, I think the Preds are up to something."
"Oh really?" Optimus looks surprised, even though Predacon attacks had been happening constantly recently.
"Are you sure?" the ape asks.
"Well, the computer tends to register a Pred signature near or in the ship. Briefly, but still there." The Maximal leader looks to the side as if to calculate this thought. He turns back to Rattrap.
"Have you done a search to prove this?"
"Well, we've completed in indoor search but we're coming up short with results."
"What about outside?"
"Cheetor's on it. So far…er…we have nothing…" the rodent mutters. Optimus thinks this over a moment.
"Is there a possibility that the scanners have a glitch in them?"
"I don't think so. Rhinox and I just checked them out yesterday!"
"Of course, of course, I remember," the Maximal leader nods then looks at his comrade. He can now see that the rodent is worn out from lack of sleep.
"You know, Rattrap. Maybe you should rest," Rattrap looks shocked suddenly. "You could be seeing things. Especially with all the battles we've had recently, it's no surprise you'd see a Predacon signature." Rattrap slams a foot down.
"Oh, not you too! That's it! I'm done! I'll leave you to rest now, good day!" the rodent snarls and makes his way back towards the scanners. Optimus watches him leave, shaking his head in concern. He isn't worried too much about Rattrap, though. Sooner or later, the others are going to get him to sleep, by force if necessary.
For now, he shifts his thoughts to his room. He watches the door slide close and lock. Turning around, he faces his desk and the large center window behind it. He sees Cheetor soar by, but doesn't bother to wave at the young bot. Even if he had, Cheetor wouldn't have seen him. Optimus had long ago discovered that a special shield could be raised to cover the glass, allowing him to see out with no one seeing in. As the cat disappears from his view, Optimus walks toward a side of his room. He shakes his head with a sigh then looks up to various containment lockers stand attached to the wall.
"He's gone," Optimus says out loud. On cue, a door to one of the areas starts to open. Before it can fully open, a figure quickly falls out. Optimus stifles a laugh at the accident. As the figure helps himself up, the Maximal leader falls strict.
"Did you hear that?" he states to his hidden visitor.
"No, I'm fine. Thank you for asking," the figure mutters as they dust off their body. Optimus shrugs his shoulders and sighs a bit.
"This is serious," Optimus states. "Rattrap saw a Predacon signal. He could see it again, Megatron." The Predacon leader halts in whatever he was thinking and looks to the Maximal. He lazily shrugs the worry away.
"He shouldn't have," Megatron states. Optimus walks up to the Pred and holds his right arm.
"Are you sure that device hides the Predacon signal from the scanners?" Megs looks down at the metallic band around his wrist.
"Of course it does. It hasn't failed once yet," the Pred replies. In frustration, Optimus paces towards the other side of the room. He stops at the other side of the desk, his back turned towards the Predacon.
"Maybe it's finally beginning to wear down, then," the bot continues to find a solution.
"No… that seems too soon. I gave it a quick test run before coming!" the Predacon says as he follows the Maximal's path. He stops right behind Optimus, sensing the tenseness coming from the ape. Thinking for a moment, a smirk appears on his face. He lightly wraps his arms around the Maximal.
"It's just a glitch, right?" the Pred leader says in a low tone. He lays his head on the Maximal's left shoulder.
"Probably from it getting…bumped around…" he adds in a playful voice. Not amused, Optimus tries to move out of Megatron's hold.
"Stop it. You realize they all could find out about this… us!" Optimus snaps, but Megatron continues to hold the Maximal, now leaning his face up to Optimus's cheek.
"And what's wrong with us?" Megatron asks.
"Nothing! At least… not for us," Optimus calms slightly for a moment. "But for everyone else, they still see us at war!"
"Mm-hmm," is all the Predacon says as he nuzzles into the Maximal's neck. Optimus twitches a bit from the touch but continues.
"And what of the 'Beast Wars,' huh? With our recent 'turn of events,' how can we create a victor?" The Predacon stops his nuzzling instinct for a moment and thinks this over.
"Well, if you win and the other Maximal Elders find you, I will die," Megatron states, his voice losing its edge. Sensing nervousness, Optimus sighs and thinks of different solution.
"That's if we turn you over to the Predacon council. Suppose you surrender or we hold you for the Maximal council, you could get a lighter sentence," he looks up slightly and softly smiles, "Maybe a sentence of being under my watch…" Megatron hears this and purrs slightly.
"Yesss… an interesting possibility, indeed," he strokes a hand up Optimus's chest plate to a position where he can pull the ape closer. Optimus responds by leaning back.
"And what if you win?" the Maximal curiously asks. Megatron nuzzles against the Maximal again.
"Very simple," he says calmly. "Your group would be dominated by my rule and you would be dominated by me," Megatron says as he pulls Optimus closer. Optimus laughs at the comment.
"You are evil!" the Maximal cheers.
"That's why I'm the bad guy," the Predacon muses and starts with a kiss on the Maximal's cheek and then proceeds to cover Optimus's neck with long, passionate kisses. A small moan emits from the Maximal's voice box. Just as Optimus is finally getting into the flow of things, Megatron stops his embracing, much to the Maximal's disappointment.
"Maybe no one should win," Megatron states, catching Optimus's attention. Seeing the curious expression on his lover's face, Megatron rewards Optimus with another round of softly ravishing the Maximal's neck, breaking only for a few random moments to speak.
"I mean… why bother… with a winner. Why can't we just… just play this war… forever?"
"Hmm?" Optimus manages to say between his whimpers.
"What's the point… of a victor? If anything… it risks us…"
"Risks us?" the Maximal squirms slightly as the Predacon's hand trace across the chest plate gently. His left hand moves back up while the right traces a finger across the Maximal's lower torso, causing Optimus to shiver.
"Our relationship… our love… could be discovered… I mean… you are the… the one who… wants to… keep it a secret."
"Mmm…" the Maximal's left arm reaches up to pull the Predacon closer to his neck while using his other hand to stroke against the Predacon's thigh. Optimus hears a muted groan from the Predacon's kisses and grins. Amused, the Maximal continues.
"True, I did ask for the secrecy, but I guess if someone should find out… then I'd certainly come clean. Of course, nothing to stop us then… the news would spread fast."
"And what about… supposed rebellious… actions…?" Megatron suddenly pauses a moment. "Okay that would be more my problem than yours…" Optimus laughs then turns his head and pulls Megatron into a kiss.
"I love you," the Maximal says and pulls his lover into another, much deeper kiss. Suddenly he feels them break as Megatron steps back and towards the side of Optimus's desk.
The Maximal stares at him curiously.
"Well, if you must have a winner for the wars," Megatron opens his arms and lowers them in submission, "then I surrender." Optimus stares at the Predacon, wondering if it's a joke for the moment.
"What?" he laughs slightly.
"I surrender," Megatron says seriously. "Put me in chains and take me to your crew. You can say I broke in and you stopped me. If you need a good excuse as to how I got in without activating the defenses…" he moves the arm with the signal masking band on it.
"What… why?" Optimus stutters in surprise.
"You love me, I love you. I find that a good reason right there. Not to mention, you wouldn't have to worry about you or me sneaking back and forth to see each other." Optimus stares, then closes his eyes and shakes his head in amusement. He calmly walks over and shoves the Predacon onto his back on the Maximal's desk. Megatron looks shocked and confused as Optimus crawls on top of the Predacon. Finally, they are face to face.
"You are something! First, I try discussing this in a serious manner but you insist on treating it like a game. Finally, you get my servos going and I start playing along… but now you go and surrender an entire war to me. I swear you drive me mad!" He collapses against his Predacon lover in disgust.
"For the record, you're the one who started this whole 'who will win' conversation. I just thought you'd like an answer." Optimus looks up into his lover's face and steals a quick kiss.
"Frankly, and truthfully, at this point I feel like I've won enough." He presses another kiss onto his lover before raising the Predacon's arm with the band up.
"So how much longer is this thing supposed to last?" Megatron looks at it with slight interest.
"I say about two to three more days." Optimus smiles slyly at the Pred.
"Enough for a second round?" he asks.
"Second? How about a third, fourth, and fifth! If we're lucky…" Megatron purrs causing Optimus to laugh.
"If I've said it once, I've said it a million times: you are evil!" He wraps his arms around the Predacon and gives him a quick kiss.
"To which, I will always reply…" Megatron steals another kiss. "That's why I'm the bad guy…" He pulls the Maximal close for another deeper kiss and into another 'round.'
>>>>>>>
"See! See! There it was again!" Rhinox quickly turns and stares at the screen that Rattrap is pointing at. Nothing.
"Aaand?" the bot inquires. A shocked expression appears on Rattrap's face.
"Augh! Again?" he snarls. "You missed it again! I cannot believe you missed it again! I swear! You are so slow to catch on! I could just…!" As Rattrap continues to fume, Rhinox, Cheetor, and Silverbolt look to one another in silent thought. They turn back to the seething Rattrap, than back to each other, and nod. Before he can utter another word of protest, the three over come the rodent.
"Hey! Hey! Let me go!" he screams out as they hold him off the ground.
"Oh, no, rat face! You're going to get some rest whether you like it or not!" Cheetor states.
"You're obviously in need of it," Rhinox adds.
"So we're going to make sure you get it," Silverbolt finishes. He calmly follows the other two down the hall while carrying a cable to help tie the rodent down in his bed.
"You can't do this! I'm telling you there's a Pred near here! I know it!" Rattrap screams as they take him away to his 'prison.' The others never noticing the truth as a Pred signature quickly appears on the screen, only to quickly disappear again.
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Pawsy: Well, that was fun!
Megatron: What was? >Pawsy & Tarantulas quickly cover computer screen>
Both: Nothing! >Suddenly Pawsy looks over to Tarantulas>
Pawsy: Are you touching my laptop? >Tarantulas looks down and then jumps back with his arms behind him>
Tarantulas: Nooooo…
Megatron: Whatever… >leaves>
Tarantulas: Does he know about the, uh…
Pawsy: Notta a clue-a… Well, that's that. Hope you enjoy readers!