Author's Notes: Well here I am posting up another Transformers related story; even though my Transformers Universe story hasn't even reached anywhere near a kind of completion or end resolve, but that's ok... And for those of you who've never read one of my Transformers Stories; then hopefully you'll like this one, the story behind Beast Wars: Second Coming is really quite simple... Set on the Marvel Earth 929, which I created specifically for my Chrysalis story... Ok maybe created isn't the right word; borrowed, incorporated and embelished existing popular franchises to create a nice new Universe with many characters to play with, satisfied? LOL
Anyway I digress; The story concept is as I said a simple one, Optimus Primal did not attach Megatron to the Autobot Shuttle upon leaving Prehistoric Earth at the end of Beast Wars, therefore Megatron did not escape in the Transwarp tunnel or vortex or whatever it's really called and therefore the events of the Sequel Show Beast Machines did not transpire exactly as depicted. Beast Wars Second Coming is really a series that will bridge the gap between what I have decided is my version of the Beast Wars and what will be my version of Beast Machines. My version of Beast Wars being basically the Television Show as created by Mainframe with a few simple dialogue changes to erase any references to events that did not take place during the Great War as seen in Marvel Comics or more accurately Marvel Earth 929 Beta, the Beta meaning it's the second Marvel Universe to use the number 929.
Anyway I hope that explains everything or at least as much as is required; now I'll move on to the important task of legal disclaimer, I Sithicus writer and creator of all things Earth 929 and Affiliated Fanfics do hereby swear upon penalty of severe Transformer withdrawal syndrome that I do not own any of the characters depicted in these stories. With exception to Elder Rutherford and his family; I have simply borrowed the characters to create hopefully enticing and exciting adventures of the Transformers as well as other characters, related and otherwise. Hasbro owns all rights to the Beast Wars, Mainframe owns the rights of the Television series and Takara owns all rights to the characters and situations of Beast Wars Second and Beast Wars Neo, some of which will be referenced though since my stories won't follow those Anime series to the letter you won't have to worry about them if you've never seen them. And now that that's out of the way let's get on with this and let me stop jawing on and on... So I say... Places People; And Action!
Intro Sequence Scene One... The Autobot Shuttle seen at the end of Beast Wars is shown leaving the planet most noticeable is the lack of Megatron shackled to the roof; the theme music begins. A few random scenes flash across the screen; Optimus Primal becoming Optimal Optimus Primal, Rattrap and Cheetor becoming Transmetals, the birth of the Fuzors, Death of Dinobot as seen in Code of Hero.
"Beast Wars!" More scenes; this time on Cybertron, Autobot Shuttle lands to glorious applause and Megatron is carted off by Maximal units Skydive, Gekobot and Predacon unit Snapper; more scenes flicker across the screen as though an old news reel being played out though modernized into holographic imaging systems, the scenes include the following. The Emperor of Destruction Galvatron from BW II threatening the Maximal Elders, Lio Convoy's departure with his crew to track him down; Magmatron's rise to power as he viciously slays surviving units Diver, Tasmania Kid and Magnaboss II the Maximal Combiner formed from Skywarp, Santon and Liojunior. Big Convoy faces down the Maximal Elders excluding Elder Rutherford in a conflict of interests concerning the capture of the newled dubbed Emperor of Destruction Magmatron.
"Beast Wars!" Present day scenes flicker past rapidly now; the formal arrest of Megatron including a mock trial, a brief glimpse of the Tripredacus Council as they watch the proceedings, the strange abscence of Lio Convoy who's vanished into deep space, the obvious fear and mistrust in the eyes of random Maximal and Predacon civilians as they too witness the proceedings and lastly a close up of the dangerous smirk on Megatron's lips throughout the proceedings... The Logo now appears...
Beast Wars: Second Coming
"Beast Wars!" Theme Ends.
The planet Cybertron had changed over the years; Iacon the great city of the Autobots had been replaced with Cybertropilis, a name that had been chosen by some human friends of the race. The wars were no longer a threat; they had become a thing of the past, exploration was the key and both Maximals and Autobots lived seeking out new life forms and new civilizations.
The Predacons and those few Decepticons who survived the Great Wars lived in peaceful co-existence; the Maximals offered many opportunities for their fellow Cybertronians, but some continued to feel stifled and undermined by the secretive Maximal Elders. Still that was to be expected; the great Maximal Academy allowed all admittance, no matter faction or indeed race for some Humans had moved to Cybertron when their planet became too small to house their populace… Indeed one of the teachers was even human; and many Maximals enjoyed his class immensely, still on some days he was called upon for special assignment. Such as today; and then he was gone the students sometimes grew restless, but they knew he'd be back whole and hearty once again…
Prelude to War
Today Optimus Primal had returned triumphant from the Beast Wars victorious; the Council was now discussing what should be done about Megatron, killing him wasn't exactly a guarantee that future trouble would be avoided. The Elders were obviously having difficulty reaching a mutually acceptable resolution to this conundrum; and so had called in one of the oldest living members of the Council to help deliberate.
"Eh I'm tellin' ya Cheetor they ain't nevah gonna figure out what to do with ol' dragon breath." Rattrap muttered aside to the youngest member of the Axalon crew; Cheetor shook his head his transmetal two form tensing up slightly.
"I hope you're wrong RT." He returned with a low growl; Rhinox shook his head and would have said something if the Council member in question hadn't arrived just then.
"This better be important I have a new curriculum to prepare for." He grumbled striding down the stairs and entering the grand audience chamber; Optimus Primal turned to regard the council member a rare smile on his lips, the young looking human took his seat at the large council pew. The Maximal Elders smiled secretively; most of them had been taught by the surprisingly old man and knew he was putting on an act of curmudgeonly old man for the masses.
"We were trying to reach a decision regarding Megatron." Elder Prowl stated.
"Yes; he must be dealt with swiftly, he is most cunning that one." Elder Ironhide agreed; the young man propped his feet up and shrugged indifferently, there was a gasp of surprise in the audience at his sheer audacity.
"So kill him and be done with it." He stated casually.
"Taking the life of even an enemy should not be handled so lightly or callously." Elder Silverbolt countered; the young man sighed and leaned forward.
"Look we're talking about a rogue element here; even the Tripredacus Council wants him dead, there is no chance for rehabilitation, he didn't take the name Megatron for nothing." He stated certainly. "He's already damaged the timeline; who cares if it was pre-ordained, and there's no telling what he might do if left unchecked." He added sagely.
"I would have to agree with Elder Rutherford on this." Primal spoke up his impressive transmetalized form towering above the elders. "Megatron is too big of a threat to simply leave behind bars." He stated.
"The Council does not share your views." Elder Ironhide stated; a murmur filled the room and Elder Rutherford shot his counterpart a glare.
"You're only asking for trouble." He stated darkly. "And why ask me here if you won't even listen to what I have to say?" He demanded.
"You are a trusted member of this council, but you are not a Maximal; we can not execute Megatron." Elder Prowl stated; Elder Rutherford climbed from his seat and began to leave.
"We did not dismiss you." Elder Chromia spoke up at last venturing to speak.
"You have no need for me; you may share the names of past Autobots, but your tenure in office has left much to be desired. Primus did not choose to speak with me because I sat around discussing options in a committee." Elder Rutherford shot back his eyes glistening with raw emotion. "Placate yourselves however you wish, just leave me out of any further indecisive meetings; I am a warrior, not a politician." He snapped before whirling on his heels and vacating the council citadels' main audience chamber; Primal and several others watched him go with uncertainty.
"Dat one has bearin's oh chrome steel; hey Rhinox?" Rattrap remarked; his hulking friend smiled and also turned to leave.
"Come on Rattrap; I don't think we're going to like this outcome." He stated striding out of the main chambers' upper levels relatively unnoticed; Rattrap and Cheetor were quick to follow.
Rutherford grumbled to himself as he made his way out of the Council Citadel; when Prime approached him to become one of the founding members of the Council he had readily accepted, living on Earth had grown stale with his team and closest friends all dead. His family still occasionally visited their home planet; its' how he got even more grandchildren running around his palatial estate, but Cybertron had become their home now. As he left the idiotic stalemate behind the Council's chief of security joined him a smile etched across his lips.
"Didn't listen huh?" He asked rhetorically.
"I taught this new generation of Elders back when the Autobots were still the dominant faction." Rutherford snapped. "Those idiots have forgotten how to make decisions; always debating everything and ignoring my council, I tell ya Snarl Rodimus would be hard pressed not to knock a couple heads around if he was still here." He grumbled ranting as he often did in his old age; the man was over five hundred years old these days.
"If you say so Elder." Snarl returned. "Do you want to see the prisoner?" He asked; Rutherford shook his head.
"Nah, but if you could spare a few men; I think I'll be paying an impromptu visit with an old friend." He returned; Snarl nodded and pointed one hand to some of his guards standing near the room they were currently passing.
"Longhorn, Gekobot accompany Elder Rutherford to the Soryhex region." He ordered; the stocky red unit nodded and the lithe bluish purple unit quickly hopped into motion striding swiftly alongside the human who barely reached their chest manifolds in height.
The Tripredacus Council met in secret upon their personal space station; they had spent years secretly building up the forces they'd need for an army, but they had yet to make their move. All had to go as it had been calculated; since their defeat at the hands of the chosen vessel millions of years ago they had long fallen out of favor with their true master. But Megatron had proven to be most problematic and his return presented somewhat of a problem for their own plans.
"We must send an assassin to deal with this." Cicadacon stated; he did not look the same as he used to, for long ago had the three of them shed their beast forms.
"Who could we trust on such a delicate mission?" Ramhorn wondered. "Tarantulas is no more and the others are far too well known to breach the Citadel undetected." He pointed out; Cicadacon nodded, but Seaclamp shook his head, he had an idea.
"Maybe what we need is to activate our sleeper agent." He mused a smile spreading across his lips.
"But they're not yet ready." Cicadacon countered. "We wanted them in position to assassinate the Elders; this would jeopardize that." He reminded; Ramhorn slammed his fist on the table.
"We do not have time to plot out a concise plan Cicadacon; the Elders will just have to wait their turn, Megatron must be eliminated before whatever contingency plan he has already enacted reaches fruition." The bulky brute force member of the Council stated vehemently; Cicadacon reluctantly agreed and turned to Seaclamp.
"Send the signal." He ordered; Seaclamp smiled knowingly.
"It has already been done." He informed; Cicadacon nodded with approval and the three of them began to go over their plans for the unknown future time.
Soryhex was a Predacon controlled sector of the planet; a city that had little in the way of Maximal values, petty theft was common and the public transport systems were in a state of disrepair, but Rutherford felt more comfortable here. Here he knew the score; punks were beaten rather mercilessly by the Predacon Secret Police and the victims weren't so helpless. Lawlessness was the watch word, but at least meandering political debates weren't always rearing their ugly heads; Longhorn and Gekobot took up guard positions on either side of the human as he marched straight for the Oil House as it was called.
The proprietor happened to be a former pupil of his; one that could be trusted to enact discreet missions, or locate someone who could. Despite his distaste for political machinations he was most capable at it; and the Elder's could do nothing against him, it paid to be a well respected nigh-immortal champion of Primus.
"Al." The bulky green and black Predacon called out joyfully. "An honor to see you again old friend." He greeted; Rutherford smiled and inclined his head as Longhorn and Gekobot established a perimeter.
"Likewise Retrax, but I'm afraid this won't be a social call." He returned; Retrax sobered up his faceplate losing its' approximation of a smile.
"Megatron." He stated certainly; Al nodded as he took a seat and leaned forward.
"It has to be done, for the sake of Cybertron's delicate balance." The young man returned; Retrax sighed and proceeded to wipe clean a glass with an oily rag.
"You don't ask much of a unit do ya." He grumbled lightly; Rutherford sighed, he'd known this day would come.
"I know you and he were friends back in school Retrax, but he tried to erase the timeline." The Elder pointed out; Retrax tossed his rag aside and nodded slightly, no trace of reluctance in his demeanor.
"Yeah; yeah; look I know a couple of guys, they'll get it done, usual time?" He asked; Rutherford nodded. "They'll be there, but listen; you better be right about this." Retrax grumbled.
"Have I ever let you down before?" He asked; the Predacon shook his head and Rutherford got to his feet. "Goodbye old friend; I hope our next meeting won't be under such dire circumstances." He stated before taking his leave.
"You and me both human." Retrax muttered before turning back to his customers.
Elder Rutherford's house was located in Trinity sector; the district where most human immigrants chose to live, it had been terra formed with gardens and rivers and other necessary amenities for human needs. His home happened to be the largest; due to his work as a Council member he needed a good sized building to house the assorted sizes of Cybertronians that occasionally stopped over.
Optimus Primal led his team through the streets intent on meeting with the Elder to discuss further strategy; Rattrap, Rhinox, Cheetor and Black Arachnia accompanied him, Silverbolt was helping to guard the prisoner. Rattrap had to ring the doorbell because it was situated at a height favorable only to him; a woman answered the door listening to someone on the other end of an odd contraption, they looked like headphones.
"Yeah?" She asked glancing up indifferently at the Maximals.
"Is Elder Rutherford home?" Primal asked politely; the woman shrugged.
"Probably; I haven't seen him yet." She replied then she left the doorway ignoring the guests.
"Jerrica!" A new voice scolded from inside. "You'll have to excuse my cousin Optimus; apparently manners aren't enforced through multiple generations." The new woman apologized on behalf of the younger woman. "Grandpa should be home any nano; come on in and wait." She invited with a warm smile.
"Man; how many kids does dis guy got?" Rattrap muttered aside as the Maximals entered the house and discovered numerous women and one teenaged boy milling about.
"Jacquie!" One of the girls said to another in an annoyed tone; both of them were laying on the floor coloring. "Stop hogging all the crayons." She complained.
"Oh look it's the Beast Warriors!" The third girl exclaimed leaping to her feet; Rattrap took a step back at that in confusion.
"How do they know about the Beast Wars?" Cheetor asked eyeing Optimus warily.
"The short answer is we came from an alternate universe." A teenaged girl replied with a smirk; she had a pair of false glasses on to make her appear smarter, and she was wearing a style not seen on Earth in centuries. "The long answer is dad's a geek and he drills the Transformers history into us every chance he gets." She added turning back to the book in her hand; Cheetor eyed her uncertainly.
"Dis is weirder then when we went Transmetal." Rattrap muttered; one of the older women approached, though it was hard to tell since they all looked close to twenty-five.
"If you'd follow me I'll show you to the audience chamber." She said smiling; Primal nodded and allowed the woman to lead them from the main room, and away from the confusion. As the group ventured down the halls they spotted tons of flickering holo-images; one of them showed a young man with the venerable Autobot Bumblebee, another showed a group of girls and women standing around a big sign that said Jem and the Holograms benefit concert two thousand ten.
A third showed a man in red and blue spandex fighting against a green and purple clad person on a gliding device; a fourth massive image depicted the fierce battle of two thousand fifteen, when Autobot City was attacked and several warriors died trying to defend it. There were literally tons of memories; and the woman paused only once to place a hand on the image of a young girl who looked so happy and full of life, Black Arachnia looked curiously at the girl. "She was one of ours; one not gifted with the curse of longevity." She supplied; finally the group reached a massive set of double doors, the woman let them in revealing an impressively large room with an ornately crafted desk and other assorted furnishings. "My husband will be here momentarily; in the mean time feel free to make yourself at home." She said before leaving; Rattrap grinned and moved to sit down on the recliner, he propped his feet up and placed his hands behind his head.
"Dis Elder knows how ta treat a fellow." He remarked closing his optics.
"So many memories." Rhinox remarked picking up a picture of a group of colorfully clothed individuals.
"Yeah." Cheetor agreed. "He's like a living piece of history; too bad I never took his class." He added shifting into beast mode out of habit and curling up on the floor the picturesque feline pose.
"Some of this equipment is unique; and it seems to run on matter, anti-matter converters." Black Arachnia noted picking up the desk lamp curiously; Primal managed to find a seat that would suit his bulky frame and sat down.
"I hope he can force the Council to re-evaluate their decision." He stated with a sigh; Rhinox nodded concurrently and returned the picture to the desk.
"Forcing the issue won't get those archaic politicians to change their mind." Black Arachnia countered choosing a seat in the shadows and relaxing her guard at last, she eyed her claws as though inspecting them after a manicure; her transmetal two form was extremely pleasing to her optics.
"A fact I regrettably concur with." Elder Rutherford stated as he materialized out of thin air with a whining sound.
"How'd you?" Rattrap began eyeing the Elder uncertainly; Rutherford grinned as he moved to sit behind his desk.
"Did you truly think I shared all of my tech with the Autobots?" He asked slyly pulling up to the desk and folding his hands in front of him as he leaned forward.
"A pleasure to see you again." Primal greeted; the Elder nodded and shook his hand, well finger to hand anyway, the sheer size of Primal's lone index finger in the grip of the human's small hand put things in extreme perspective.
"Always good to see you Primal; you were tops in my class that one year." He said with a smirk. "A far cry better than old Rapido here." He added shooting Rattrap a knowing look.
"Eh; I prefer Rattrap now." He returned indifferently; Rutherford nodded and then turned back to Primal.
"If you've come here to ask me to try and change their minds; I can already tell you it's a waste of time, those four have lost sight of why we exist here." He stated. "The Council used to serve the people; now all it does is serve its' own goals, I fear corruption has begun to weed its' way into the Elders sparks." He admitted.
"No way; I know those four." Rhinox countered slapping his right palm with his left fist. "We served together; they would never allow themselves to be corrupted." He exclaimed with certainty.
"You don't know them anymore; things have changed, they didn't even want to send the probes to search for you, I had to falsify orders just to get Commander Grimlock to launch them." Elder Rutherford revealed.
"You aren't serious." Primal returned in shock.
"Dead serious." Rutherford returned with a slow nod; climbing to his feet he claimed a drink from the replicator on the far left wall. "I firmly believe that they'd try to kill me if they could, just to get me off the ruddy council." He added taking a sip.
"That's preposterous." Rhinox snapped his optics narrowed.
"Eh; I don't know big green, I wouldn't put it passed'em." Rattrap observed. "Dese are da guys' dat okayed ol' crabcakes after all." He pointedly reminded.
"I can't believe they'd change so much." Rhinox said with a shake of his head. "I refuse to believe." He added eyeing Rutherford pointedly.
"People change." Black Arachnia commented speaking up again as she crossed her legs and once again eyed her claws as if they were human nails.
"The Council are complacent; there have been no wars for millennia, not since the Decepticon Thunderwing returned and fell to Rodimus Prime." Rutherford remarked pacing as he spoke. "The Matrix; or I should say Primus, will most likely bring about another conflict so that he can learn and grow." He added with a sigh.
"Learn and grow?" Primal repeated confused.
"As someone once said; the Matrix releases us so that we can learn and grow, and when we die it can learn and grow." Rutherford recited with a smirk. "Conflict; even destructive conflict can oftentimes lead to greater personal growth, just look at Cheetor." He observed sagely.
"Aw man; we just got finished fightin' a war." Rattrap complained.
"That was no war." The Elder shot back whirling to glare at Rattrap. "That was the equivalent of a boarder skirmish, or perhaps one of those old Earth police actions… No; you haven't seen a real war Rattrap, and I pray you never do because if Megatron manages to escape before my assassins get him we could be faced with a very real war." He added with a tired sigh.
"Assassins?" Rhinox asked; Rutherford smiled darkly.
"Spider's spin their webs, but I spin them larger." He quoted. "And Predacons have their uses, they aren't all power hungry lunatics after all." He added; Rattrap snorted at that, but Primal looked rather confused and Black Arachnia seemed insulted by his insinuations.
"You hired Predacons to assassinate Megatron?" Primal repeated seeking clarification; Rutherford nodded.
"How can ya trust dem?" Rattrap demanded; Rutherford grinned as he sipped his drink.
"Because Retrax was not only one of my top students; he was best friends with Megatron, and I let him in on some of my secrets pertaining to him." He informed. "Believe me Retrax can be trusted; I'm just glad you remembered my lessons about leaving your enemies shackled to the hull of your starship." He added eyeing Primal knowingly; the Maximal leader averted his gaze, he always wondered why the Elder enforced such an odd rule in his lessons, now he understood that somehow he had known the future… And if he hadn't thought to drill the consequences into his head he might have actually done something as foolish as that; then who knows what Megatron could be doing instead of being trapped in prison, little did he know that Megatron would not be so detained for much longer.
The Council Citadel was about to be the site of history in the making; Silverbolt, Optimus Primal's crew member not the Maximal Elder, was currently overseeing the securement of Megatron for transport. Without warning one of the guards turned on her fellow Maximals and opened fire; Sonar leapt at Skydive and lashed out with one of her long claws, she tore a gash across his chest and nearly pierced his spark.
Drill Bit was kicked across the room and collided with the cells' energy bar controls, he shorted out and fell into stasis; Silverbolt and Hammer Strike were then taken out simultaneously by someone from outside the room startling Sonar.
"Ah; I see the Tripredacus Council has managed to insert a sleeper agent into their midst, highly indicative of treason, wouldn't you agree Megatron?" The unseen unit stated entering the cell fully and depressing the power band controls; Megatron stretched his wings and smiled knowingly.
"As usual all proceeds according to my grand design." The despot stated smirking as he turned to regard the pitiful form of Sonar.
"My orders are to eliminate you." She said preparing to die in her attempt most likely; Megatron shook his head and raised his arm cannon.
"So sorry, but I do have to disappoint you now." He informed before opening fire; his ice blast froze the traitorous Maximal solid keeping her alive so as to face the consequences of her actions.
"We should hurry up; Elder Rutherford usually doesn't leave the security systems off for too long." The unseen savior stated; Megatron nodded and followed after his benefactor, he had planned for all contingencies and as usual he was not disappointed. Together the two of them escaped the Citadel and made their way into the warehouse district of Cybertropilis; here Megatron's former captor smiled.
"I see our plans worked better then we could have hoped, yesssss." Megatron remarked with a smile; the other unit nodded and began silently securing the perimeter.
"Elder Rutherford is far too predictable; I easily managed to kill his pitiful assassins." The other informed sneering at the human's apparent incompetence little suspecting that perhaps the human had engineered things that way for the benefit of all.
"A pity you can not remain here to assist me Elder Silverbolt." Megatron began regarding the form of the Maximal Elder. "Or should I say; Spy Streak?" He mused with a smirk; the Maximal Elder chuckled as he examined his current form.
"Transplanting my spark in this corpse worked better then we could have ever hoped lord Megatron; the virus you asked me to fabricate however is incapable of being unleashed, there is a fatal flaw in the design matrix." He revealed with a carefully modulated sigh; the numerous vats of glowing cyber venoms surrounding the room were now useless to their goals. "Elder Rutherford already knows about your true motives; how do you intend to purge your beast mode now?" He wondered; Megatron chuckled and eyed a computer terminal briefly calling up a list of names, they were all his operatives, warriors who had stayed behind just in case.
"No matter; it shall be seen to in due course, I have grown rather attached to it at the moment." He stated; Spy Streak nodded and hopped up to one of the windows.
"I've got to get back before I'm missed, what should I do about Sonar?" He inquired; Megatron smirked darkly and rubbed his chin in brief thought.
"For the moment nothing; she may prove useful in her own rights one day." He ordered; Spy Streak nodded and quickly took his leave, leaving Megatron alone to prepare for his next move. "The Beast Wars are over; and alas I have lost." He said aloud thinking with his words rather than his mind. "As I knew I would; there are no guarantees when you attempt re-writing history, and so… It is time to make history of my own, yesssss." He stated smiling darkly as he began the process of contacting his second team of specialized warriors; Cybertron would soon be the battle ground of a new war, and this time not even Optimus Primal could stop him.
To Be Continued
As you can imagine I had great fun writing this story; the events of the Beast Machines television show will still be taking place at least in part for those fans who loved that show as I already said I'm re-writing the series to fit more into my Marvel Earth 929 Universe. Many of you first timers reading this story may be a tad on the confused side surrounding the primary human cast member seen throughout this story, but if you'd like to know more then you can E-Mail me or simply go read some of the stories featuring him if you'd like. Normally I wouldn't post this up here until Chrysalis itself is over, but I've been getting very few reviews or comments on the story so I'd thought I'd broaden it out a little by posting here before Chrysalis is over. I intend to go into great detail surrounding characters not seen in either Beast Wars or Beast Machines; as you've no doubt noticed, I'll try to at any rate offer up as much about the way Cybertron works in the time of the Maximals and in case anyone's wondering any Transformer that has a toy in Beast Wars or Beast Machines that appears in this story will have their toy likenesses.
The obvious exception is none of the Beast Machines Maximals are in their Technorganic Bodies yet; that won't happen until the end of the series, Beast Wars Second Coming will last Twenty-Six Episodes or Chapters if you prefer and will feature a wide variety of characters both old and new, familiar and perhaps not so familiar.
For now I shall leave you here with an urging for Reviews if you liked the story; if you didn't like it or felt I focused too much on the Elder Rutherford and his family this Episode don't worry, since this is an ensemble cast he won't be in all Twenty-Six Episodes... And so I say with typical fashion...
The Beast Wars: Second Coming logo appears on-screen with customary flourish; we see a great White Lion standing proudly on a rock outcropping looking down upon an Alien world, he Transforms into his Robot Mode revealing himself to be the powerful Maximal Warrior and former Elder Lio Convoy. "Beast Wars will Return After these Messages."