A/N: Hey folks, I decided to try my hand at a Beast Wars Transformers fiction since I've been watching it lately and thought Beast Machines wasn't a good sequel for it plus my favorite character had an unrightfully handed death (Poor Alec Willows). So bear with me, it's been a while. Time for Season 4!

This fiction is going to start off at the beginning of "The Nemesis, Part 1" just after Optimus reads the Covenant of Primus. It would take a few hours for the Predacons to regroup, especially after the attack from Vok controlled TigerHawk. And I think Megatron would be smarter too than to have just ONE base… I mean, come on… But this is my opinion.

Enjoy, Review as well and I don't mind suggestions for story plots as well. You might see more than one familiar face coming back; on with the show.

Megatron… All they had to do was find him and his troupe. The Metal Megalomaniac himself to restore the first Megatron's spark to his rightful body… Easier said than done; the now Transmetal Two Dragon wouldn't give without a fight. Thinking hard about his Maximals' past battles with the Predacons, Optimal Optimus Primal withdrew the Covenant of Primus from Rattrap's grip and closed the precious rare record. It sealed shut until needed once more.

"Well, I'm turning in for the night. I suggest everyone do the same soon. We need to be at our maximum when we face Megatron."

Rhinox nodded hard to Optimus, turning his chair, and resumed typing on his console to set Teletraan One on automatic for the night.

On the other hand, sneakily entering the area where the quarters rested, Rattrap held a smug, satisfied grin about getting past the Fearless Big Banana. He was almost in the clear!

"Oh and Rattrap."

The Transmetal rat froze solid in his place, his back toward the Boss Monkey.

"You're on Monitor Duty," smiled Optimus at Rattrap's antics. "No night patrols; you know what to do."

The Rat wasn't happy. "Oh… Slag..."

Watching the waves of ocean water splashed the crescent rocks, hearing and smelling the burning and molting ruins of a once Traitorous Spider's lair, Megatron slammed his fist on a rock. It destroyed itself in a meager shutter. The tyrant was angered as he gazed around the wreckage of Grid Scylla. His base was destroyed by that accursed TigerHawk and now HE was on Optimus Primal's side! His troupes have been scattered and with his luck, not fully functional… AND that Treacherous Tarantulas' instruments, his lair, EVERYTHING was DESTROY! There was nothing left but piles of rock and rumble…

"Worthless Arachnid!" the Tyrant roared. "I should have destroyed him when I had the chance!" Megatron flexed his new Transmetal Two claw and sliced it into another boulder out of pure rage. He growled, baring his teeth before taking to the skies and transforming into his Dragon form. He gazed to the skies, noticing beyond the stormy clouds that the sun had set. Optimus wouldn't risk a patrol tonight… Perfect.

Megatron activated a secure channel on his built in wrist communicator, "Attention all Predacons, this is Megatron, pull yourselves together and meet me in Grid Zeiram. It is time to push away from our disadvantage." He ended the com channel quickly before it could be traced and gazed over the wreckage of Grid Scylla once more.

"More cards to play in this hand, Optimus Primal. I hope you're ready for those red hot chips!" With that, the Dragon flew with hard beats of his wings to Grid Zeiram. There awaited a surprise he had in store for everyone, especially the Maximals, yes…

Six Mega-Cycles later (or six hours for us humans), a low powered, unidentified small object went online. From Grid Scylla, it shot off like a bullet across the grounds of earth in a mere blur.

Awoken by faint spurs beeping sounds on his monitor, Rattrap jolted forward, blinking hard to adjust his optics, "Huhm?" He tried to locate the source, pin-point exact location but the blip and pings were going in Nano-Kilk (that's about a second for humans). "Wat in da name of my Great Aunt Arcee was da thing?" The Rat Bot figured it was nothing since it didn't have a Maximal, Pred, or Alien signature; but it sure was odd. Any else like were to happen, he'd report it. But during this High Alert, let the others rest, including him, sheesh.

Long after it disappear off of Rattrap's scanners, the object landed between rocky mountains of Grid Arakis, creating a crater. The metal encased circular object hovered off the gravel pit it created. Suddenly, it started flashing, blinking in a green color. Like a magnet, metallic parts from all corners of the area flew at the sphere shaped object, meshing, torqueing, jerking, twisting, and replicating, converting to the best of their ability and to the amount of Energon the sphere had left.

Unexpectedly, the metal parts had created a body and that body was online… It wriggled and wringed, yelling and screeching in horrible pain as it…no he…as He came together. Yet it was the same voice that was cackling madly with his trademark laugh only Mega-cycles ago…

Brought online from her recharging slumber, Blackarachnia panted hard, bolting up in bed with her claw over her spark. She thought she heard something…no, someone she knows to be dead… Perhaps it's a phantom pain from the mind-links so long ago with that Crazy Spider. To this day it still haunted her to a point. Gasping somewhat, she gazed over to her counterpart as Silverbolt gave another snore. "Bowser-boy, even when you're asleep, you can always make me smile." Pulling tighter on the synthetic cloth, Blackarachnia tucked herself and her White Knight back into bed and cozied up closer to him.

Drifting streams of smoke came off the newly completed body. He laid there in the crater, twitching with life but his exoskeleton wasn't new. It had been made out of spare, trashed, and recycled parts that littered the entire area. Thankfully the replicator worked, giving him a beast mode but like his robot mode, it reflected. His beast mode looked sickly and he was weak. By Unicron, he hated that! At least he was alive…still alive…

Gathering his strength, he moved each eight legs slowly, one at a time, like a new program… Timely, faded black hairy legs of a large tarantula spider made its way out of the crater. Barely any hair covered the gray cephalothorax and the abdomen… The large spider wobbled and landed flat before opening its eyes. His eyes were milky white and pupil-less… Tarantulas was blind… He had no vocal receptors except those of a normal tarantula spider… Most of his servos and circuits were fried… His on board computer was working at barely fifty percent… And his Energon reserves were dangerously low… What's worse, he couldn't go into stasis lock… If Tarantulas didn't receive care soon, he wouldn't survive…

TBC…