'The battle against evil continues on… now and forever we will fight.'
Wait a cycle... I'm quoting Silverbolt! Oh, this is sorry.
Anyway... HERE WE GO AGAIN
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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 'Two for One'. I'm going on my own timeline; this is the third story in this Series. So pretty much everything that happened before the 'Cutting Edge' episode in 'Season Three' (before Transmetal II's and the love triangle [UGH!!]) can and probably will be worked in.
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 pderoeck@bellsouth.net
A Batty Day
Chapter One
Snarl trotted along, paying close attention to his surroundings. If Rodeesh trusted him enough to send him on a solo mission to recover two of the desperately stasis-pods… far be it from Snarl to let his hero down. Snarl chuckled; he could almost hear Rodeesh groaning at tat last thought. Snarl scanned around carefully, for all he knew, one or two of the Predicons could be Stealth-Masters like Nightwolf and Skywitch were. Scanning furtively, he finally found the two pods.
Snarl trotted forward happily. It was about time!! Snarl did a mental gauge to see how far away the pods were. Yup, time to call in. *'Snarl to good guy central. Come in Good Guy Central. Hey Rod, you still on communications watch?'* he asked over his comm. in good humor, certain of Rodeesh's response.
*'How many times do I have to tell you that my name is Cheetor, Snarl?'*
*'If your name is Cheetor, how come Windchaser, Skywitch and First Aid call you Rodeesh?'*
*' Never mind. What is your report?'*
*'Nice Silverbolt imitation. I'm about two cycles fast walking from the stasis-pods and closing fast.'*
*'Copy that Snarl, I'll send Silverbolt, Black Aracnia, and Nightwolf to your position. I'm picking up some Pred energy signatures in your area if you're wondering why the back up. Stay put, I'll have Nightwolf transport them above the canopy.'*
*'Check. Snarl out… Rodeesh!'*
*'Cheetor!!'*
Snarl chuckled, then paused and asked the air in front of him, "Transport?"
Megator leaned back. It was so nice to have more than twice the number of fighters as your opponent. It made life so much easier.
* 'Megator!' *
Megator jumped slightly, he felt fear slide its icy fingers around his spark for a nanoclick before he recognized the voice as one of his new fighters.
* 'Megator here, yeeeessssss. What is your report?' *
* 'Two stasis-pods located in Sector Tallories, there is a group of Maximals heading rapidly in that direction. Request permission to take some fighters and stop them, then reprogram the protoforms as Predicons.' *
* 'Permission granted, yeeeessssss. Megator out.' *
Megator smiled evilly into the gloom of his desert-crashed ship. Two more fighters for his ranks, and quite possibly a chance to rid himself of a few more Maximals.
Life, was definitely good for the evil. Yeeeessssss. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
When he awoke, he noticed two things first. One that he was on a strange, organic looking planet, and Two… There was a battle going on around him.
"Ha! You're too late Preds, they're both Maximals!!" A short brown, gray and black Maximal with blue optics shouted defiantly, as he shot at another robot with his arm cannon. 'Both? Who else is there?!?' He looked around; there were three other Maximals besides the brown and black one fighting the six Predicons present. One of the males was almost completely black with some crimson red highlights. The second male was built almost identical to the black and red one, but this one was colored in grays, silvers, and had a splash of gold here and there. The last fighter was a black and yellow femme with looks that could kill. 'Okay, so where's the other protoform? These four fighters are working to well together for one of them to be a protoform.' That question was answered less than a nanoclick later when a gray kangaroo suddenly jumped over him and landed on top of one of the Predicons.
"Ha Ha!! Feel the choler of Talac!"
"The WHAT?" the black femme asked, with a hint of anger in her voice.
"Anger, ire, indignation; vengeance; fury, rage."
"Wraith?" the black male asked.
"Whatever," Talac said.
"Hey! Bat-bot! Planning on joining the party anytime soon?!?" the small brown and black bot shouted.
'Bat-bot? Now who is that? Me?' He looked down at himself. Yup, definitely a bat, either that or a rat with wings and a fox face.
"Ummm… okay. Ahem. Nightwing… MAXIMIZE!!" Nightwing transformed then looked down at himself. His robotic legs had been what formed his beast-mode upper-body, as had the metal flap. His true beast-mode legs swung behind his body so that the claws attached to his shoulders from behind. His beast-mode head became his battle-mode chest-plate, and he kept his wings as a one-fingered arm. His robotic head hand a half-mask over it and his helmet had a high faction lift with a ridge running back from it. It also had two sideways scalpels on it. (For reference, it is the Prowl toy's head with a new paint job) Nightwing nodded, he had to admit, he did look good. His mostly black color scheme helped, in fact, the only things not black on him were his legs, feet, and half-mask, which were a soft silver color.
"Will you stop admiring how good you look after you wig and HELP?!?" The gray kangaroo, Talac, asked as she kicked out at another Predicon.
"Wig?" Nightwing asked.
"Change, alteration, transmutation; conversion, transfiguration; metamorphosis; switch…"
"Transform?"
"Whatever."
"Why don't you maximize?"
"I tried, I can't. I'm locked in beast-mode for some reason."
"I'll take a look at you when we're done," said the black and red robot. "I'm a medic."
"Hey, guys! Usually I'm the last one to complain about having a chat during a fight… but HELP!!!" the small brown and black fighter shouted, as two large Predicon femmes turned all their attention to him.
"I will try to help Snarl, but it against my 'Code of Chivalry' to strike a female."
"No offense, Silverbolt," the brown and black bot, Snarl apparently, said. "But your 'Code of Chivalry' isn't helping me much." Snarl yelp as one of the blasts connected with his chest. "I repeat, HELP!!"
Nightwing leaped forward to help, pulling his Electric-shock staff out of sub-space as he ran up behind the femme closest to him.
"Alright solider, we're goin' ta war." He said, in a pretty good John Wayne imitation. With that, Nightwing stabbed the femme with the spear-like weapons. Immediately, the electricity poured out of it and into her… with explosive results.
The other femme spun around to face him when her teammate suddenly went flying over head.
That unfortunately, for her at least, meant that her back was turned to the brown and black bot. Which meant that she couldn't avoid and did not see the blast that connected with her back from his arm cannon.
Nightwing relaxed slightly as the other four fighters came up to stand next to himself and Snarl.
"I am sorry that I could not assist you Snarl, but…"
"Relax, Bolt. It's fine. I understand."
The gray and silver Maximal chuckled, then turned to face the two new fighters. "Good day to the both of you. As you have probably figured out, my name is Silverbolt."
"I'm Snarl, pleased to meet you."
"I'm Black Aracnia, "said the black and yellow femme. Making Nightwing suddenly wish to be in an empty room with her.
"And I'm Nightwolf," said the black and red bot. He leaned over and whispered into Nightwing's audio receiver, "Don't get excited. Black Aracnia has that effect on every male, but if you try to follow it out, you'll have Sir Lancelot on your tail."
Nightwing blinked in surprise. Well, maybe he should tell them before the next fight… at their base or whatever.
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Back at the Drake…
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"You're a WHAT!?!"
"A comedian. I signed onto the Axalon to help keep moral up."
"Then where did you learn to fight?!?"
"A learned a little defense and such, about the same amount as any other citizen."
But you're a COMEDIAN?!?" Snarl shouted yet again.
"He's a what?" a gold and blue robot asked, apparently having just come in the door.
"He's a COMEDIAN!! He isn't a fighter! He's a Comedian!!"
"He's a WHAT?!?" A tall silver and white femme asked, having just come on the scene behind the gold and blue robot.
"A COMEDIAN! Windchaser, he's a COMEDIAN!!"
"SNARL!" the gold and blue robot shouted. Everyone spun around. The tall robot flipped his wings slightly and lashed his tail. "Thank you. Now if everyone is done shooting at our new ally…" he paused while he turned a blue eyed glare to Snarl and the silver and white femme. He crossed his arms over his chest calmly and waited until Snarl and the femme dropped their eyes. "Now, Nightwing is it? Would you please explain yourself?"
Nightwing smiled and nodded, a pretty impressive feet considering the fact that he had almost no neck in his beast mode. "Okay… uh… cat-person, I'll explain." Nightwing ignored the chuckle or two that he'd elected and continued on. "Back on Cybertron I was a pretty good comedian. I got interested in Space travel and exploration. So I checked the listings and decided on the Axalon. I was accepted, and, well, that's it."
"Not nearly as interesting as my story." the gold and blue robot said with a contagious grin. "By the way, why are you standing? I thought all bats hung."
"I guess they do," said the flying fox (yes there IS such an animal. He is NOT a Fuzor) "But I like pictures right side up better."
"Huh? What'd he say Rodeesh?"
"Snarl, will you PLEASE call me CHEETOR?!?"
"Rodeesh."
"Windchaser! It's Cheetor! An I think he meant he prefers standing Snarl."
"Ohhhhhh…"
"Rodeesh."
"Cheetor."
"Rodeesh!"
"Cheetor!"
"Rodeesh!!"
"Cheetor!!"
Nightwing blinked and shook his head as Cheetor and Windchaser argued over the cat's name. He suddenly got the feeling that he was going to have it pretty easy to keep moral up around here.