Disclaimer: Okay, I don't own TF or Beast Wars. I own Leona. That's it.
RG: This is about a femme that popped into my head this morning. Yes, her attitude's based a lot like Pantha's. but that's not the point! Also, this takes place during the original beast wars.
The first thing the young Transformer saw when she came online was black. Complete and total darkness that not even her optics could pierce. Then, the lid to her stasis pod hissed and opened, letting in the sun's bright light that made the femme squint. Once she had gotten used to the light, she sat up and looked around. "Wha'?" The femme blinked. "Where-Where am I? This isn't Cybertron…"
A finger poked the femme on the back of the head. "New Predacon a fuzor-femme." A male voice that had a buzzing quality to it said, disappointment evident in the voice.
The femme turned. She saw a green and yelled Transformer looking at her with big, bug optics that were a soft, light blue color. The femme cocked her head to the side and blinked. "Hello."
The mech blinked. "Hello…" He said, looking the femme over.
"Waspinator!" A booming voice yelled from the mech's comm..
Waspinator jumped. His wings buzzed nervously as he answered, "Y-Yezz, Megatron?"
"Have you, Rampage and Terrorsaur located that blasted stasis pod yet or not? The computer says your near it." Megatron's voice asked. He sounded VERY impatient and, for some reason, the bug was VERY scared of him.
"Yezz, Megatron…"
"Good. Then-" Megatron's voice was cut off, however, when the bug yelped and fell forwards, a scorch mark on his back.
The femme saw this and jumped out of her stasis pod. She landed next to Waspinator and bent down, shaking him gently. "Hello? Hello. Wake up. You okay?" She asked, looking at the stasis locked bug.
"Oh great." A male's voice that had a Brooklyn Accent growled. "De Preds got 'ere first…the protoform's a Predacons." He spat.
The new Predacon snarled. She stood up and turned to face the voice in one, smooth motion. The femme growled as she saw a brown, furry Transformer looking at her. "What was that for?!" She snarled, glaring at the rat with glowing, golden-brown eyes. "What'd he do to you?!"
"He was created." The rat answered, growling back, as he got a good look at the femme.
She was fuzor, that much he knew. She looked like SilverBolt a bit with the way her back legs were that of a bird's and her front that of a lioness's. She had two very large, black bird wings coming out of her back that flapped once as her lioness tail flicked, showing she was mad.
"What's yer problem?" The rat asked, annoyed.
The fuzor growled and extended her wings. "You attacked him from behind!" She growled, optics flashing with hate. "He couldn't defend himself!! Leona-TERRORIZE!!"
Leona let out a screech worthy of a lioness as she stood up, transforming. Her big, black wings folded behind her as her front legs extended into robotic arms and her fingers extended, revealing five fingers on each hand that had a very sharp claw on the tip of each one. Her lioness head folded over to become her chest plate and her head popped up. Leona had two piercing golden brown optics that matched her beat mode's eyes and a battle mask over her mouth and nose. Her cat ears remained where they were on the top of her head as she glared at him. "You'll pay for not granting him a real battle!"
"Bring it on, kitty!" The rat growled.
"Rattrap." A calm voice said softly as an ape Transformer landed next to the rat. "Leona, correct?" He asked, looking at the fuzor femme.
Leona nodded. "Yes." She said as she walked over to Waspinator. She bent down and rolled him onto his back, never taking her optics off the two Maximals. "Why?"
"I am Optimus Primal." Primal said, looking at the femme. "Please calm down. We do not wish to fight."
"Then why'd the rat hurt him?!" Leona growled as she stood up, poking Waspy with a wing gently.
Primal sighed. "Because he's our enemy. One of Megatron's Predacons." He said softly, "And you're one of us. A Maximal. We came to help you and get to you before the Predacons could get to you and turn you into one of them against your will."
"No." Leona shook her head. "No. He got me out of the pod I was trapped in. Not you.
"We were on our way, bird brain." Rattrap growled.
"Don't! Call me bird brain." Leona growled.
Primal sighed. "Rattrap, please." He said and then moved his gaze from the rat to the fuzor. "Leona, you are one of us. You are a Maximal, not a Predacon. If you join the Predacons, Megatron will use you. To him, you're a tool with no feelings. He'll force you to do things against your will."
Leona locked optics with Primal, challenging him like a cat would with a staring contest. "And what, pray tell, would you do to me if I joined you instead of Megatron?" She asked, glaring at him. "Hmm?"
"I will not use you or treat you like a mindless tool."
"But you'll order me around. And that…I will not allow. I don't take orders from anyone." Leona said, looking at Primal. She then looked at Rattrap. "I don't listen to anyone who attacks a defenseless 'bot either."
"No 'old on." Rattrap growled, stepping forwards. The rat let out a yell as a shot hit him square in the chest, sending him sprawling back.
"She said she's not going with you, rat." A high-pitched voice growled, pleasure evident in it.
"Terrorsaur." Primal growled as he reached for his blaster.
"Not so fast, Primal!" Another voice snarled as a bang was heard.
"Wha'?" Optimus asked, turning, only to be blasted back by a cannon's blast. The mech groaned once he had hit the ground and sat up, rubbing his head. His vision cleared and he saw both Terrorsaur and Rampage standing in front of Leona, protecting her. "Leona." He groaned as he sat up. "You're not a Predacon."
"Oh…but she is." Rampage grinned, firing again.
Primal yelled as he was hit in the chest. The mech touched his comm.. "Primal to base."
"Base here, big bot." Cheetor's voice said.
"Send a few Maximals to-" Primal looked up and saw that the four Predacons were gone. "Never mind." He sighed, "Prepare the CR Chambers."
Rattrap groaned as he sat up. "I hate Preds!"
"I know, Rattrap." Primal sighed.
"I REALLY hate Preds…"
"I know, Rattrap."
"I-"
"Rattrap! Enough. Let's just…get back to base."
"Ya got it, boss monkey." Rattrap said as he stood up, shaking his head.
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