J.E.D.I
'Ha! Ha! Just when you think you've rid yourselves of me, I return!' Wait a cycle... I'm quoting Windchaser! Oh, this is sorry. Anyway... HERE WE GO AGAIN!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------
This story and any of it's characters herein are totally fictitious and any resemblance
to real people and/or events is purely coincidental. Most characters are trademarked
/copyrighted to Hasbro, Kenner, Takara, Marvel, Alliance, and probably a lot of
others. This fanfic is unauthorized and is simply meant for the free entertainment of
BW fans. Anybody that wants to sue me will get about negative 5 dollars. Sorry.
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WARNING! ! ! : The author once again has taken license to write out her views of what may or may not be true. This is simply a fanfic. It doesn't make anybody else's point of view wrong or right.
TIMELINE : This story takes place after the quantum surge, about one or two battles after 'Rodeesh of the Maximals'. I'm going on my own timeline; this is the second story in this Series. So pretty much everything that happened before the 'Cutting Edge' episode can and probably will be worked in.
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P.S.: Anybody with any ideas or anything, 'Roger me, Wilco me, ANYTHING! Hello, hello, Earth!' Any complaints, congratulations, or threats can be sent to J.E.D.I (me) at jderoeck@ispchannel.com ------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------------------------------
Two for One
Chapter One
Windchaser was getting angry.
"Again."
Windchaser launched herself at her opponent. Intent on causing intense physical pain. She failed. Windchaser ended up looking up at the ceiling, wondering when she could stop.
"Again."
Apparently, Rodeesh wasn't going to let her stop anytime soon.
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Rattrap quickly walked through the metal halls of the base, looking furtively around.
"Yo! She-Spider! Ya seen da Boss-Monkey anywhere?"
"Optimal Optimus is waiting for you in his quarters, Rattrap."
Rattrap shook his head to himself and settled the black strongbox under his arm. He refused to answer Black Aracnia's questioning look at it and quickly headed off in the direction of the Boss-Monkey's quarters.
Optimus turned around at the sound of his quarter's door opening and smiled at Rattrap.
"Did you get it?" Optimus asked.
"Yeah."
"Good. Do you want to give it to him or would you like me to?"
"I will. Dose kids had better appreciate dis. I had ta scour a lotta land ta find it. Where is our boy, anyway?"
"Follow me. I was just about to get him anyway," Skywitch said. The Stealth Master had walked up behind the two robots, and, like always, they hadn't registered the femme's presence. In another words, they jumped in surprise. Skywitch raised an optic ridge, then the masked femme continued. "By the way, Nightwolf wants to see you and Rod in the Command Room."
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"Again."
Windchaser lost her temper... and quickly found herself doing her best not to breath hard as she lay on her back with Rodeesh's arm blade against her throat.
"You lost control of your temper."
"Yeah... and your point IS?"
"You've GOT to learn to adapt, 'Chase. AND to control that temper. You can't expect an enemy to always act the same. Now... Again."
"Ya might have ta hold on dat kiddo."
Cheetor looked over his shoulder at Rattrap, smiled, then turned around. And, still smiling, helped his pride-beaten second to her feet.
"Saved by the bell, 'Chase."
"Ha, ha, you're a riot."
"I know," Cheetor said with joking smugness and a smile. Then he turned to face Rattrap. "So! Ratface! What have ya got there?"
"Somethin' dat I think is YOUR'S."
"What do you...? My strongbox!! I thought I had left that on Cybertron!"
"Looks like da Strike Team brought it with dem. And now you're gonna open dat black box of yours before I die of curiosity."
Cheetor chuckled and protectively closed his hands on the code-locked strongbox. "Sorry Rattrap, this has some personal stuff."
"Awwhhh... CHEETOR!"
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Cheetor placed the coded strongbox in a carefully hidden place in his room. Then headed for the command room. He waited until Nightwolf looked in his direction before voicing his question. "You wanted to see me?"
Nightwolf nodded. "You remember when Unicron exploded?" he asked.
Cheetor raised an eyebrow, (well, not exactly, but figuratively speaking) and just gave Nightwolf a look.
"Okay, stupid question," said Nightwolf, as both Optimus and Rinox tried to hide their smiles. "Anyway, that explosion had the reverse effect on the Energon deposits then of that quantum surge."
"In other words, Nightwolf?" Optimus said.
"All the stable Energon that was out there after the quantum surge is now UNSTABLE and what little unstable Energon was left after the quantum surge is now the only stable Energon left."
"Well. That's just PRIME."
Several sectors away...
Three stasis-pods sat within a few miles of each other. They had landed during the quantum surge, and had been sitting there since.
Usually when a stasis-pod lands, the computer automatically turns on and searches for acceptable life forms.
Sometimes, however, they need a little help.
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The little black animal looked up at the strange shiny object that towered before it. The blue eyed Tasmanian Devil had been floating around on the ocean on some big branches for many days now and he was hungry enough to forget caution.
He climbed to the top of the strange thing, nothing on his mind except to see if this was food or if he could see food from on top of it. Just as he satisfied to himself that this was not food and he had spotted some real food from his position, he jumped as the silver thingy made a strange string of noises and a warm, gold light washed over him. The little creature decided to go to the food he had spotted when the silver thing began to shake back and forth. This was TOO strange.
At another stasis-pod...
He stood up carefully... and almost immediately fell out of the stasis-pod and flat on his face.
"Oh yeah, THAT was intelligent," he muttered to himself. He muttered a bit more then gave a small scream when he saw himself reflected on the pod. "Awwhhh... SLAG! I'm a walking salad shooter!" Sighing, he looked down at his all white beast-mode. "Perfect, just perfect. Oh well, might as well see what my robot-mode looks like. First Aid... MAXIMIZE!!"
First Aid looked down at his robotic-mode. He was mainly white with a red chest, and he kept his armored back. (He transformed almost identically to Rattrap did in Season One, except his beast-mode head becomes his shoulder pads, like Transmetal Rattrap) He was average height for a Maximal, and he had two red crosses, one on each shoulder, obvious evidence of the fact that he was a medic. The white Maximal wolf-head stared up at him with optics as blue as his from the center of his chest.
"Well, this is a bit better anyway. At least I have HANDS now. Okay, now let's see what the pods the computer has in the data department."
First Aid went up to the stasis-pods computer and quickly began typing at the console.
The Command-ship's computer constantly and automatically updated the maximal stasis-pod computers, but the Axalon's computer had stopped transmitting when it fell into the lake. The stasis-pods are updated so the protoforms do not have to be briefed when they come on-line. First Aid read the provided information and nodded.
"So we bumped into some Predicons, lost our base, and moved? Well, it sounds like they'll need a medic." First Aid grimaced when he noticed what information the computer did NOT give. "Well, that's just PERFECT. Fine, just fine. I don't care you da... dumb computer. Fine! DON'T tell me where the new base is, DON'T tell me where the Predicons are or where I am." First Aid sighed. He was supposed to be a pacifist, but now he understood the urge to throw things and punch holes in walls. The important information wasn't there! First Aid sighed again. It figured that this would happen. He had signed on to the Axalon as its medic planning to get away from hero worship and war, and LOOK what happened. Not that he got much of the first... Except from the medics, that is... and the Strike Team. "Forget it, First Aid, forget it. You left, they stayed. That's it. Now live with it... Now computer, let us see if have any information on WHAT my beast-mode is."
First Aid continued to tap away at the computer. He was so intent on reading what was on the screen that he didn't see the bushes shaking along the edge of the clearing in a line from the far side to right behind him. Nor did he hear the growling breath that came from that point behind him.
"Okay, so I'm an white Echidna. Okay... no natural enemies. Well, that's good. It's the UNnatural enemies that I'm worried about though."
"Unnatural?"
First Aid jumped nearly twice his height in the air and landed badly. He hit the pod as he came down and bounced slightly on it. He ended up sprawled on his back, looking up into the bright blue eyes of a Tasmanian Devil.
A very large Tasmanian Devil.
Too large.
That talked.
"You're a Transformer," First Aid stated.
"Yeah. Sorry I scared you. I didn't mean to," said the black marsupial.
"Are you Maximal or Predicon?"
"I'm a Maximal. How about you?"
"I'm a Maximal as well. What's your specialty?"
"I'm a scout and Demolitionist. What's your specialty?"
"Medic."
"You don't talk much do you?"
"No. Do you?"
"Yup. That's a Roger. I..."
"...Can talk later," First Aid said as he got up and looked down at the Maximal before him. "What does your battle-mode look like?"
"Don't know, haven't checked. My pod sort of fell off a cliff as I got out. There was this stampede of these funny Antelope-type-things, I headed in this direction when I saw your scanners light."
"Well, Maximize. Let's see what you look like."
"Okay. Snarl... MAXIMIZE!"
First Aid appraised the Maximal before him. The sides of his beast-mode split and were now held at his sides like wings. His beast-mode head also split down the center and the upper part became his feet while his lower jaw became his battle-mode chest-plate. Snarl kept his paws instead of hands. His tail did not stay attached. Instead, it became a fusion cannon held on his arm, much like the one Decepticon Megatron had once had.
"Nice. I LIKE it!" Snarl said, looking at his mainly brown battle-mode. His light blue optics registered his curiosity at the next statement out of his black face. "I wonder if I can still fly?" Then, before First Aid could react to that statement, Snarl shouted, "Jets! Online!"
Snarl flew above the treetops, then circled for a few nanoclicks and then landed. "Well, I can't go as high, fast, or long as before... but I'm not complaining." "Hmmm. Interesting."
Man, you REALLY don't talk much do you?"
"No."
"That answered that question. Anyway, guess what I saw a few miles that way."
"The Maximal base?"
"Nope. Wrongo. Guess again."
The Predicon base?"
"Not even close."
"Then what?"
"A stasis-pod!! Let's go get it!!!"
"Hold on."
"What?!? Why!?!"
First Aid didn't answer out loud. He simply went back over to his stasis-pod and pulled a black box with a white square and red cross on it out of a panel covered spot on his pod. First Aid put the box in a sub-space pocket, then tapped at the pod computer for a few nanoclicks then stood and headed off.
"What was the box?"
"I'm a medic, remember?"
"Yeah..."
"Well, a lot of good I'd be without my medical case."
"So, what did you do to the computer?"
"I activated the self-destruct so the Predicons wouldn't get any information from it. Now let's go."
"Okay, F.A.... Hold it! It's this way!!"