Disclaimer: Hasbro and Mainframe own Beast Wars and all its characters. Beast Wars: Symmetries is only a fanfiction series that reboots the Beast Wars timeline and starts things over in a new continuity unrelated to the original TV show. It should be considered neither official nor profit-oriented. It's just for fun.
Beast Wars Symmetries
A New Beginning Part 1
Growing up on Earth, most of us didn't know anything about the galaxy that surrounded us. Heck, some people on Earth don't even believe that there's life beyond our solar system. Because of this, some people on this planet would be hard-pressed to even accept the notion that there may be other worlds out there that parallel to ours. So many infinite possibilities wrapped up in one, bright star-illuminated cloak.
My name is Luna Whitman and along with my brother Jack, we are the ones who lived through it all to tell this strange and fascinating tale. Though the two of us play no central role in this story, both our lives, as well as the lives of almost every living thing on this planet, were affected profoundly.
It all happened back in the summer before Jack and I were to attend high school in Crimson High as freshman. Truth be told, the two of us had always considered ourselves to be two, average teens no better or worse than anyone else. We had always expected to graduate high school, finish college, find decent jobs, and live out the rest of our lives as normal people.
Boy, were we wrong about the normal part.
This very summer, something miraculous and wonderful happened to this world. It's a landmark event that, for the next five years and countless other years to follow, would change the face of this Earth.
To me, it always seems that this event was some sort of thing that was destined to happen, almost like a calling. I don't know if this makes much sense to you but it's probably best that I start from the very beginning.
This summer was a new beginning for all of us. It was the beginning… of the Beast Wars.
"Jack, don't you ever get tired of reading that junk?" demanded Luna.
"Nope," answered Jack. He held a tabloid paper in his hands that read, "FLYING SAUCERS SEEN OVER CRIMSON CITY ZOO!"
"Supposedly, people have reported wild animals ," said Jack, "There was also a report of giant insects flying around at night."
Luna whacked Jack across the head.
"You know, I've always considered strangling you in your sleep," remarked Luna.
"Ha!" he laughed, "You're just jealous that I've been keeping up with the real news!"
"Come on, my mentally challenged brother," scoffed Luna, "Flying saucers? Prove it to me and maybe I will believe you."
"You want proof?" asked Jack as a devious smile crossed his face, "Then pack your flash lights, hiking shoes, and the night vision we have in the basement. We're going out tomorrow night for some adventure!"
"What?" cried Luna, "We could be grounded for months if our parents find out! Don't go out doing something this stupid!"
At this point, Jack was no longer paying attention. He was dead set on his midnight adventure.
"I wish Jack would grow a brain," thought Luna, "School is about to begin, and not just any school. High school is probably one of the most important events in our lives and it's not something to be wasted on living out a fantasy world!"
The next day had come and passed. Luna was not entirely sure if Jack had gone out at night or not.
However, by the next morning, Luna found Jack huddled against the corner of her room covered in blankets.
She sighed.
"Did the bogeyman try to eat your soul last night?" she asked with more than a hint or amusement.
"It… it… was a freakin T-Rex!" he stammered, "Just walkin' around in the woods… and outta nowhere…"
"So, you did go out after all!" she glared at him accusingly.
"Yeah, but it was real… all of it!" he exclaimed.
"Guess that'll teach you not to pull such a stunt again," she said. He nodded, agreeing with his sister for once.
Luna stopped to look at Jack's face. It was a face of genuine terror. Even though she didn't think he really saw a T-Rex, there must have been something he had seen to frighten him this much.
"Maybe I've been too harsh on him," she thought.
"Hey, Jack," she said with more concern in her voice this time, "Why don't the two of us go out there today and you show me where you went that made you see this T-Rex."
He nodded. Even though he was frankly terrified of what he had seen, curiosity won over him. He very much wanted someone to believe his tale.
"Don't see any big purple dinosaurs here," thought Luna as she and Jack strolled through the park mid-day.
There weren't an awful lot of people in the park that day, partly because of the heat.
As the two pre-teen children edged near the forests, they felt that something was watching them. Still, they continued along their path.
"Hey Jack, are you sure you didn't stumble upon some animatronics theme park?" asked Luna skeptically.
"Don't be stupid," he said, "There's no theme park around this area."
"School's about to start and I'd hate to have everyone know the two of us are related," she moaned.
"Hmph, that's so like you," he retorted, "Always caring too much about what other people think of you."
A sudden rustling of vegetation caused both children to freeze. As they turned around, they saw a sight they had never had the pleasure of seeing so openly and freely. Normally, it would be something reserved for their eyes on TV only.
It was a fascinating mixture of gold and black. Cunning eyes descended upon the two as if they were prey. A low hiss came emitted from its throat.
"That… that's a cheetah," stammered Luna, "Maybe we should get out of here…"
"I don't think we need to worry," said Jack, "Cheetah's don't attack humans… err, I don't think they do."
The cheetah stared at the two children with fascination. Likewise, both Jack and Luna were awed by the sight.
"Do you think it escaped from the Crimson City Zoo?" asked Jack.
"The cheetahs I remember seeing over there never looked this weird or this fascinating," replied Luna.
The staring continued for several more seconds if not for a loud cry.
"Cheetor!"
"Uh, oh," growled the cheetah as he ran off more quickly than Jack and Luna had ever seen a wild animal run.
Soon, it was a golden blur in the distance.
"Now that was weird!" exclaimed Luna, "I hate to admit it, but I'm starting to actually believe some of the things you say."
Jack smirked.
"We still have three more weeks before school begins," he said, "We should investigate it more over the next few days."
"That we should," agreed Luna, who was now arguably more fascinated than Jack with this whole phenomenon.
"You shouldn't have run off and let yourself be seen by those humans," chastised a stern, but still caring voice.
The cheetah lowered his head before the bigger, unseen being in the shadows.
"I'm sorry, BigBot," he said, "I'll try not to let it happen again."
"It's nothing too bad, Cheetor," said the calm voice, "We've been on this planet for a few days already and we still can't come out too openly."
The one called Cheetor nodded. Soon, a rather large gorilla emerged from the shadows.
"I know what you mean, Optimus," replied Cheetor, "Especially since we crash-landed on this planet at night and got those beast modes from that 'zoo.' Oh man, did we cause a near-panic in the morning when those two-legged things saw our ship!"
"Yes, and it's a good thing that only a few inhabitants saw us so early in the morning," commented the one called Optimus, "It's also fortunate that the Axalon has a cloaking device, AND the ability to submerge underwater. It's too bad we didn't realize at the time that these bipeds were the dominant creatures of this planet and that they're not use to seeing beasts walking around in public, much less sentient Cybertronians."
"Speaking of which… how are the stasis pods doing?" asked Cheetor.
"Unfortunately, I don't have the answer to that question, Cheetor," answered Optimus, "We were forced to eject the pods over planet-fall because of the Predacons. Right now, they're scattered across the globe and we won't be able to trace where they are unless they send out a homing or distress signal. The only solace we can take is that they landed safely, and they each have special camouflage receptors that will keep them out of sight for the most part."
"Whoever built the Axalon really did think about all possibilities," came a deep voice from back.
A large rhinoceros emerged from the background.
"Rhinox," asked Optimus, "Do you think we'll be able to search our terrain during the daytime?"
"Not a chance," replied the rhino who had decided to take the name of Rhinox, "Too many of those two-legged creatures out there and from what I've seen through the binoculars of our submarine, they're not exactly too keen on sharing their planet with other sentient beings."
"That's just Prime," sighed Optimus, "But at least we were able to track down the Predacons to this planet, even if they currently are out of our hands."
"Yeah, and too bad their ship is just as advanced as ours!" exclaimed a rodent-like voice
"Rattrap, what IS that in your hands!" demanded Optimus.
"Ehh, don't overload yourself, Magilla Gorilla," replied the rather LARGE rodent who was referred to as Rattrap, "It's just a piece of err… pizza… that I picked up last night from the garbage can while all them bipeds were asleep! At least I think it's called 'pizza.' Tastes good too. Wanna try some?"
Optimus wrinkled his nose at the sour, acidic smell coming forth from this "pizza."
Worms and maggots were crawling over it but Rattrap merely wolfed it down greedily.
"Great thing is…" said Rattrap as he licked his fingers, "We can convert organic molecules into an alternative energy source just in case we don't find any energon on this planet."
"Yes, but unfortunately, it's not as effective of an energy source as energon," replied Optimus who was thoroughly disgusted by Rattrap's table manners, "Remember, our weapons won't be powered as well without energon and since we still have those Predacons to worry about…"
"Ugh," muttered Cheetor, "We're stranded; all our crew are currently missing and we can't even go out freely. Now he tells us that we still have Preds to worry about…"
"Rhinox, do you have any theories as to where we are right now?" asked Optimus.
"Not sure," answered Rhinox. "We could be anywhere."
"That's what I was wondering too!" exclaimed Rattrap
"Think we've gone into another galaxy?" asked Cheetor.
"Possible," considered Rhinox, "Cybertron has no files on this planet at all."
"Swell," said Optimus. "Looks like we're lost."
"We could've entered into another galaxy after chasing Megatron for as long as we have…" finished Rhinox.
"And you honestly believe that, Big R?" asked Rattrap.
"Sounds believable to me," Cheetor muttered.
"And we haven't seen the Predacons so far," said Optimus, "They must also be keeping a low profile right now."
"Do ya think they've figured out that we're no longer in Cybertron's sector of the galaxy?" asked Rattrap.
"Knowing how Megatron is, I wouldn't be surprised," replied Optimus.
"IDIOT!" bellowed an angry voice, "You allowed them to see you!"
A large, angry robot who easily towered over seven feet, glared at another smaller robot.
"Err, whoops," muttered the smaller robot, "Sorry Megatron."
He was a medium-sized 'bot who was clad in red. He apparently had a pteranodon's head situated on his back.
The larger robot known as Megatron held out a newspaper with Terrorsaur perched near the park's monument.
"Now, Terrorsaur," began Megatron, "I can allow you the leisure of a nice afternoon flight if this planet were sparsely inhabited but unfortunately, since these humans spread far across this planet like a plague, we must be far more inconspicuous with our dealings, yesss!"
"Yeah, yeah, I get the point already," complained Terrorsaur, "Ya don't need to hammer it down that hard!"
Immediately, Megatron's hand clamped around Terrorsaur's neck and held him up to face level.
"Oh, and Terrorsaur," smiled Megatron sadistically, "I don't particularly like your tone of voice either."
"S-sorry!" Terrorsaur managed to choke out. Megatron let him go.
A gray, chunky 'bot and a green insect-like 'bot appeared from behind Terrorsaur.
"Guess that means we can't just go out and blast the Maximals, eh boss?" asked the short, gray robot.
"Correct, Scorponok," replied Megatron, "On this planet, we are not its natural life forms."
"Oh, and Megatron," buzzed the insectile Predacon, "Affluent fleshy-bot says he wants to see you."
"Hmm, I suppose we do owe him that much for housing us and allowing us sanctuary from the great unwashed masses," muttered Megatron, "As loathsome as it is for me to start conversations with one of these beings."
"Greetings, Mister… Megatron, is it?" asked a tall, lanky human with sleek black hair.
"Err, greetings," grimaced Megatron. Clearly, the leader of the Predacons did not like humans.
"I am Charles Damien, owner of Damien Enterprises," spoke the man, "As you can tell from the size of my mansion and my wealth, I am a very affluent man."
Megatron rolled his eyes. Why exactly did he care about what some human had to say, again?
"I never really believed that there was life outside of our solar system," explained Damien, "If everyone knew about you, there would be a national uproar over aliens landing on Earth."
"Tell me something I don't know," muttered Megatron.
"But I want to help you," smiled the man, "I want to help you and your friends adapt to life on Earth. I want to protect you from those who would seek to harm you."
"And in return, what do you want from me?" demanded Megatron. He was expecting a catch all along.
"Well, that's where the fun part begins," replied Damien, "I realize that beings of immense power such as yourselves can be rather useful to me on many levels. In return for my hospitality and good grace, I would like you and your servants to… help me out from time to time."
"And what makes you think that Megatron would follow the orders of a mere human?" asked the Predacon leader.
"Well, as you can see, I'm a very influential man in this town around judges, politicians and lawyers," explained Damien, "Right now my cameras are filming you in this very room and if I were to ship a tape off to the Pentagon, there would be national hysteria over aliens living in our midst. You wouldn't want to cause an uproar and be pursued by the world's governments now, would you?
"Seeing as how we've not yet familiarized ourselves with the laws of these lands," gritted Megatron through clenched teeth, "Nooo…"
"Good, then we have an agreement," smiled Charles Damien, "I will call on you whenever I require your assistance."
Terrorsaur, Waspinator, and Scorponok soon appeared behind Megatron.
"I assume you've scanned your 'beast modes' from the exhibits of my private museum," noted Damien, "The two of you got your forms from the dinosaur exhibit, you've gotten yours from the preserved emperor scorpion in the entomology section, and you… got yours from the wasps that make their home outside the museum."
"Hmph," grunted Megatron, "We assumed late at night that these were some of the planet's strongest creatures… We had no idea that you humans had already conquered this planet."
"Which is why I'm the one calling the shots from now on," smiled Damien arrogantly.
Soon, that smile vanished as Megatron grabbed him with two fingers by the scruff of his collar and lifted him into the air as if he were a mere insect.
"Pay close attention, human," growled Megatron, "The only one that calls the shots around here is Megatron!"
He dropped Damien to the ground. With that, Megatron stormed off, followed by Terrorsaur, Waspinator, and Scorponok.
"With that attitude, you'll have a hard time making friends here," smiled Damien. He had every bit of confidence that he would control Megatron and the Predacons.
"Have any idea how a wild animal can talk?" asked Luna as she and Jack sat in her room, chewing the cud over their situation.
"Hmm, perhaps it's been genetically altered in a lab by some mad scientist to talk?" suggested Jack.
"Hmm, I don't rule it out completely, but it's doubtful," said Luna.
"Maybe it's some kind of were-animal that used to be human?" suggested Jack again.
"Now you're drifting off into the realms of fantasy."
"Hmm," muttered Jack, "What if it's really an alien who's crash-landed on Earth and took up animal forms to hide among humans?"
"Sounds too sci-fi to me," groaned Luna.
"Well, if I'm right in any of my predictions, then you owe me five dollars."
"Whatever."
"We can't hide in this world, forever!" declared Optimus to Cheetor and Rattrap, "Sooner or later, someone's going to find out about our existence."
The other two Maximals nodded in agreement.
"And that means we're going to have to take some chances in trying to introduce ourselves to some of the beings on this planet, "We have to try to find allies and people who can help us adjust."
Rattrap groaned.
"You make it sound like we're gonna be living here for a long time," he muttered.
"I'm not sure how long we'll be here, Rattrap," replied Optimus, "But I'm sure we'll be here long enough that Cybertron won't be sending out rescue missions for us anytime soon so all we can do for now is adapt."
"Yeah, well got any bright ideas for adjusting to our new home?" remarked Rattrap sarcastically.
"We'll have to befriend some natives and convince them that we mean no harm," explained Optimus, "Cheetor, what about those two youngsters you saw?"
"Well, to be honest, they didn't run off at the sight of me like everyone else," replied Cheetor, "In fact, I think they were really curious about me. Maybe we can get to talk to them."
"Agreed," said Optimus.
"Speaking of which," said Rhinox. "I couldn't help but overhear the conversation while I was peering through the mini-cameras we set up in the trees. Could these two children be the ones you've met, Cheetor?"
Cheetor walked into the control room with Rhinox and the others and looked.
"It's them alright!" he declared, "Let's go meet 'em!"
That night, Luna and Jack decided to enter the park to increase the chances they might catch something elusive that's been hiding from them.
"There really is something weird going on around this park," said Luna, "We have to get to the bottom of this, whether it's real or a hoax!"
"Think we'll see any giant insects?" asked Jack.
"Hmm, who knows," she murmured.
A thick buzzing sound was heard from behind them accompanied by a loud, ear-blasting screech.
The two children turned around in fear.
"Lookey what we have here, Waspinator," a loud voice screeched. Jack and Luna looked up to see a pteranodon covered in a crimson shade.
"Waspinator needs target practice!" buzzed the giant wasp named Waspinator.
"Terrorsaur, TERRORIZE!"
"Waspinator, TERRORIZE!"
Both the dinosaur and the insect immediately shifted the bodies internally and transformed into two menacing robots.
Jack and Luna felt their knees giving way under them.
"This is too easy," laughed Terrorsaur as he aimed his gun at them. Likewise, Waspinator did the same.
"Say goodbye, mammal!" laughed Terrorsaur.
A surge of energy knocked the gun out of Terrorsaur's hands. He screeched in pain and looked down to see where the blast came from.
"Leave them alone!" cried two other robots who had opened fire on Terrorsaur and Waspinator.
"Hey, Jack," whispered Luna, "That one robot looks and sounds almost exactly like the cheetah we saw! Maybe that is him!"
"Ha!" laughed Jack, "You owe me five bucks… but only right after we find a good hiding place!"
The two of them ran off to hide in the bushes to observe the fierce battle.
Cheetor and Rattrap blasted away at the two fliers but soon discovered that they were, indeed, very hard targets to hit, especially since they could perform so many acrobatic feats in the air to avoid the shots.
Soon, however, help arrived in the form of Optimus and Rhinox who opened fire on the two Predacons.
"Uh-oh," cried Terrorsaur, "Let's get going!"
The two Predacon fliers flew off.
Finally, after Jack and Luna gathered to courage to re-emerge, the four Maximals were there to greet them.
"Greetings," began Optimus, "I am Optimus Primal, leader of the Axalon crew. I know we're new to your world and you aren't use to seeing beings like us but believe me, we don't wish to cause harm to anyone on this world."
"How is it possible that you speak our language?" asked Luna.
"Our sensors adapt whenever we encounter beings capable of basic sentence structures," said the large green Maximal. "Simplest way to put it."
"Err, okay," said Jack who was thoroughly confused.
"Allow me to clarify," explained Optimus, "Our advanced technology allows us to do that. We come from a distant planet."
Both Luna and Jack had a look of immense confusion on their faces.
Jack scratched his head. "Makes sense. I think we'd better find a good hiding place before the cops show up."
Sure enough, the sound of sirens could be heard coming closer.
"Agreed," said Optimus, "Let's go."
Rhinox transformed to beast mode.
"Hop on," he said. Cautiously, Jack and Luna climbed on to his back as Rhinox galloped off with Optimus, Cheetor, and Rattrap following closely.
Surveying the scene, the two police officers were not quite sure what to make of what they saw before them. A tree lay before them, seemingly blasted to pieces from the middle.
"Think it was part of a gang-war?" Officer Monroe asked, "We heard all those shots just as we were driving by."
"I dunno," replied the younger officer besides him, "Think it was the doing of the South Side Serpents?"
"All units requesting backup!" came the voice over their intercom, "The Serpents have us cornered downtown at the abandoned candy factory! We need more support! Repeat! Requesting backup!"
"Looks like it ain't the Serpents this time," remarked Officer Monroe, "Come on, we'll return to this scene later."
"Hmm, so let me get this straight," said Luna, "You and your crew ended up in our galaxy from pursuing these criminals called the Predacons and right now, your ship is hidden from plain view, right?"
"That's the whole story," explained Cheetor, "All we want to do is make sure these Predacons don't conquer this world since they've already landed here."
"It's… a lot to take in," confessed Jack, "Especially for two kids on Earth who haven't even started high school."
"I realize that," said Optimus soothingly, "All we ask is that you trust us and not fear us."
The siblings looked at one another. There was just something very soothing and trustworthy in the "Maximal's" voice that made them agree.
"Alright, I think we can do that much," said Luna, "After all, you can't have staged that attack on us back there. From what we can tell, you guys seem much nicer than those two 'Predacons' that tried to kill us."
"You're humans, right?" asked Cheetor. "That's what you're called?"
"Yeah," Luna answered. "On Cybertron, do you guys have genders?"
"We have some female crew members," Rhinox replied. "If that's what you're talking about. But all the crew are in stasis right now."
An explosion could be heard from the distance.
"What was that?" cried Rattrap, "Was 'dat the Predacons?"
"Hmm, maybe not," observed Luna, "I think it's the Serpents. They're the most dangerous gang in Crimson City's urban parts. They have the biggest, nastiest weapons and no-one knows where they get 'em. The cops can't ever seem to bring them down."
"Hey, Big 'Bot," suggested Cheetor, "You think if we bring down this gang, the people on Earth will trust us?"
"It's worth a try," said Optimus, "We need to gain the trust of the inhabitants here first and foremost."
"I guess that means we'll meet again at the same place tomorrow night, eh?" asked Cheetor enthusiastically, "We can get to know each other better."
"Alright then," agreed the two children.
"Wow, was that for real?" asked Jack by the time they had snuck back home through the window of Jack's room.
"Looks like it," said Luna, "They looked real enough to me. We'll have to go back tomorrow night!"
"Heh, aliens in our own backyard," laughed Jack, "And from what we can tell, there are not only one, but TWO factions of them. Does this mean we're now part of a space opera?"
"Oh no," Luna moaned, "I hope not."
The South Side Serpents were the most dangerous gang in Crimson City. From gang violence to extortions to illegal weapons bought from the black market… they dealt with it all. The police, especially, had the hardest time trying to control them.
Their leader was Cobra, a long haired man with sunglasses. His three main underlings included Viper, a deadly blonde women who dealt with poisons and daggers, Krait, his bald-headed, right-hand man who was most adept at smuggling armaments for his gang, and Diamondback, a large man whose brains matched his brute strength.
Together, along with the rest of their criminal empire in Crimson City, they were unstoppable.
But today, unbeknownst to them, everything would come crashing down on them to a screeching halt.
"Those cops are getting more and more persistent," noted Cobra as the police cars were lined not-so-neatly outside before the candy factory they were hiding in, "Guess we'll need to show 'em who's STILL in charge!"
"Shall I, boss?" inquired Krait.
"Absolutely, Krait," replied Cobra, "And Viper, my dear, assist Krait with the plasma cannon."
"With pleasure," hissed Viper.
Krait and Viper disappeared and soon, appeared once more. Krait was armed with double-barreled cannons on his shoulders while Viper held a rather large gun by her side.
Cobra signaled for his underlings to open the front door to the candy factory.
"It's good that you're here," said Detective Madison as Officer Monroe appeared, "We've got the Serpents cornered and this could be our chance to take 'em out for good!"
"Any idea what they've got holed up inside there?" asked Officer Monroe.
"From what we've discerned, the recent smuggling rings—what the devil!"
The doors swung wide open with ringleaders Viper and Krait standing there fully armed.
Krait immediately switched on his double-barrel missile launchers, launching several missiles that struck the ground, as well as police cars, causing the cops to run for cover.
Viper, with several well-placed shots of her plasma cannon, destroyed several vehicles as well, injuring many policemen in the process.
Before the police could retaliate, however, Viper and Krait went back into the factory and had the doors closed.
"Blast it!" thought Officer Monroe, "How could just two of them cause this much damage?"
He quickly went to attend to the injured.
"Haha! Did you see that?" laughed Krait as he and Viper ran into Cobra's hiding room, "They scattered like roaches!"
"Indeed I did," chuckled Cobra, "It just proves that we, the Serpents of the South Side own this city! And soon, more cities in the West Coast will fall to us!"
"Where next?" asked Diamondback, "San Diego? Portland? Seattle? Los Angeles? Sacramento, perhaps?"
"Beverly Hills seems like a nice place," suggested Viper.
Their brief moment of gloating was cut short as one of their henchmen stumbled into their room with hysteria written all over his face.
"A-a-animals!" he cried, "Got in here and started wasting us! Need… help!"
He collapsed from fear.
All four head Serpents rose in consternation.
"Grab your weapons," ordered Cobra, "We need to check this out."
The four of them soon found themselves out in the open, in the middle of the candy factory. Before them, they saw that nearly all their men had been taken out.
"Who the hell could have done this?" wondered Krait as he and the other three tried to make sense out of the whole ordeal. That process was cut short by a loud, ferocious roar.
"What was that?" cried Viper. Another fierce roar emanated all across the factory.
"Now let's just try to stay calm!" cried Cobra, who, himself, was slightly unnerved.
For what appeared to be the first time, none of them obeyed Cobra.
"I ain't takin' my chances!" cried Krait as he grabbed his laser cannon and opened fire in all directions.
The other three quickly dropped to the ground.
"Stop firing, you fool!" yelled Cobra, "You'll hit one of us!"
This time, Krait decided to listen to his leader and lowered his gun.
That was his mistake. A mysterious cat-like creature leaped out of the shadows and pounced on Krait, slamming him to the ground and knocking him out cold. Immediately, it ran back into the darkness.
"Stay together!" ordered Cobra as Viper and Diamondback huddled behind him for cover.
Without warning, two beasts charged out of the darkness towards them, what seemed like a rhinoceros and a gorilla.
Viper aimed her plasma cannon at the charging rhino but another shot rang out from the darkness and knocked the gun out of her. She turned around just in time to see a small, bizarre humanoid creature tackling her.
Now it was just Cobra and Diamondback.
The rhino halted its charge, however, and… what shocked both Diamondback and Cobra… turned into a large, hulking robotic creature that stood on two legs.
"I don't care how big you are," shouted Diamondback as he put on his metal electronegatively-charged gloves and charged the monster that stood before him.
The robotic rhino-creature easily caught Diamondback's punch, lifted the big man into the air as easily as he would a doll, and threw him into a pile of crates, eliminating him from the fray.
Now, Cobra was the only one that remained.
"Wh—What are you?" he demanded. The gorilla that stood before him pounded his chest and transformed into a bizarre fusion of flesh and metal.
Cobra aimed his personal handgun at the creature and fired several rounds. Each and every shot bounced off the creature's metallic plating. It then shot out its hand and yanked the gun out of Cobra's hands.
With a simple squeeze, the metallic gorilla broke the gun in two. Cobra was quite terrified now. The creature grabbed him by his collar and lifted him up.
"You're going to give yourselves up to the proper authorities!" it growled. All Cobra could do now was nod in fear.
"Did you hear all that?" asked Officer Monroe, "Sounds like something big went down in there!"
By now, a siege tank had appeared on the scene to act as a battering ram against the enormous doors of the factory.
"Doesn't matter what it was," snapped Detective Madison, "We've got to move in for the kill now!"
But to their surprise, the doors swung open and the police were not greeted with a hail of missiles and lasers. Instead, they saw before them the strangest sight ever.
The four leaders of the Serpents were knocked out and tied up together. What was even more bizarre was that there were four animals standing there, a gorilla, a rhinoceros, a cheetah, and an oversized rat.
The police were clearly puzzled.
"What is this?" shouted Detective Madison, "How did these wild animals get loose? And why is that rat the size of a dog?"
Then, the unthinkable occurred. The animals spoke.
"Greetings," spoke the gorilla, "I am Optimus Primal, leader of the Maximals. We come before you today with no ill intentions. In fact, we want to earn your trust. Right now, there is another faction like us on this planet called the Predacons. Unlike us, however, they intend on conquering…"
"Oh my God… it can talk…" came from some of the policemen in hushed whispers.
"All units!" shouted Detective Madison to his unit, "Don't take any chances! Just shoot them!"
"Wait a minute, detective!" cried Officer Monroe, "From what my eyes have seen, these animals just HELPED us take down the Serpents! And even if they do represent a threat, we'll need the animal precinct to come down for this. They have the tranquilizers."
"Don't argue with me, Monroe!" snapped Detective Madison, "Our duty is to ensure public safety for humans! NOT to act as zookeepers!"
Optimus and his three companions stared at the humans in disbelief. After they had helped them bring down violent criminals, the police forces on this planted wanted to SHOOT them?
"I don't believe 'dis!" cried Rattrap, "What's with these humans?"
"I don't like the looks of this," muttered Rhinox as the one, unsavory human by the name of Madison turned to them maliciously.
Optimus did not give up, however, and persisted.
"Like I said," he continued, "We mean no harm. I'm sure if we discuss this like sentient beings, we can come to a peaceful conclu—"
"Take aim, men!" commanded Detective Madison who was done arguing with Officer Monroe. All the policemen, minus Officer Monroe, raised their firearms.
A look of shock crossed the face of each Maximal.
"Wait… what are you doing!" cried Optimus in alarm, "We mean no harm to you or this planet!"
"FIRE!"
To be continued.
