One cycle she was attending yet another gathering the Earth ambassador was throwing, running security detail as the silver haired woman and the hoard of humans that stayed with her 'rubbed elbows' with the Cybertronian elite, both Maximal and Predacon alike, the next cycle she was waking up with a terrible headache wanting to let go of the energon she took in before heading off to her assignment. A bright light shone in her optics, making the pain worse for a few clicks, as a stressed, but thoughtful voice graced her audio receptors.

"Good," the male voice said as the light finally shut off, "it looks like I was able to reach you in time."

"What's wrong?" she asked, sitting up with his help. "Was the party attacked?"

"Not so much, no, but we don't have much time," the almost ancient Maximal said as he walked over to his work table to set down the tool in his other hand. Turning back to face her, the green-based and silver-trimmed bot before her sighed deeply. "I managed to place both of us in a time stasis field, but I'm not sure how long it will last. The others…" he trailed of as he closed his optics, his jaw firm for a moment as he found his words. "Megatron has found a way to win the Beast Wars."

"How?" She stumbled to her feet. "Grand-sparker… you said…"

"Things have changed, Little One," he told her gently, grabbing a hold of her shoulders with both hands to help keep her upright. "Cybertron has changed. Things are not as they were and there's only the two of us left to fix it."

Nodding, she squared her shoulders, looking into his optics. "Tell me what I need to do."

"We need to secure a ship," he began, looking over at his work table, "one with a transwarp engine. With a slight modification I will be able to send you back." Pointing to dark red half orb on the upper part of her torso plating, which he had a matching one on the bestial mouth that made up his torso plating, he quickly explained, "This was just something I was able to put together quickly. When you get the opportunity, you'll need to figure out how to make the necessary upgrades to it to make it last."

"You're not coming with me?" she asked fearfully. It was not for her own sake, but simply the thought of leaving her Grand-sparker here in this darken, dangerous reality.

Shaking his head sadly, he gently patted her cheek. "I cannot. I'm too old to be of any good." He turned to lead her through a series of tunnels that ran through parts known as Old Cybertron, "Also, if I go back, I risk corrupting the timeline worse. I can't make direct contact with Optimus Primal and the others without risking a paradoxical episode, especially if I come in contact with myself. You, on the other hand, know almost everything that had happened and will know what changes have occurred."

"But what if Megatron has come in contact with himself?" she asked, her spark pulsing wildly with panic. "That would have caused a paradox effect."

"Megatron is smart enough to know that if he did there would be nothing left for him to rule."

They continued on in silence, necessary for survival in the "brave new world" that Megatron's iron-fisted rule had engulfed the planet in. The Cybertron they once knew was gone; corrupted. The free society established by her ancestors suddenly replaced by a fear-based authoritarian police state. Vehicons patrolled through the air and the roadways over the darkened surface. It only made their going slower as they were forced to stay to the shadows. This was not the home she knew. Not the same place she was sparked and raised. This alien world frightened her.

The space port was a difficult to navigate with most of the area being a wide open field that they had to manage to scurry across silently. Waiting under the shadow of the wings of their chosen craft for one of the air patrols to pass, the pair managed to get onto the ship before the next one passed.

Watching as her Grand-sparker pulled off a side panel to the controls and begin his work, she frantically began the struggle to recall everything he had told her while she was growing up as she kept watch for any possible attackers. The stories of friends gained and lost over the long solar mega-cycles and the enemies she was about to come face to face with. With the tension so high, the work her Grand-sparker was doing seemed to take forever. She knew he was being as cautious as he could afford to, but there wasn't much time left.

"You must be careful not to reveal who you really are, not even to me," he told her quietly. "Your mission is to make sure the past doesn't truly change, but if any of the others know that you come from the future then you risk causing a paradox."

"Paradoxes are bad," she mumbled, then crouched behind the control chair as a Vehicon passed by. "They'll detect us soon if we don't hurry."

"I've done what I can here," her Grand-sparker said as he stood up, pulling out a legendary chain gun from his subspace pocket. "Pilot the ship. Once you're far enough away from the planet the transwarp engine will take over and take you back. Find the Axalon as quickly as you possibly can. I'll draw them off."

She quickly hugged her Grand-sparker and he returned the gesture with his free arm before pushing her away to pull out his other weapon. Sharing a curt nod, she watched him run to the back of the ship to exit it, her spark aching at this being the last possible time she would see him. When she heard the scream of approaching Vehicons and the laser shots they fired at their target, she rushed to the pilot's chair and began to start the ship up. She didn't even have a chance to lift off of the ground before she heard his weaponry begin the rapid fire they were famous for.

More Vehicons rushed towards her as she piloted the ship off of the metallic ground, shooting into the air faster than her instructors had told her was safe. If any of them were there, no doubt their survival would warrant a bit of caution thrown to the wind. Thanks to a couple of her uncles, she had learned to fly a ship almost as well as they could fly themselves. Even though it was a foreign design to what she was use to, the ship danced under her command as she pivoted and spun around her attackers. She only began to worry as more and more laser shots began to come from behind her, several striking the rear shielding of the ship. Eventually she was able to break through the atmosphere, which left her attackers stranded on the planet, their individual thrusting systems not powerful enough to follow her. But the damage was already done.

The shields didn't hold up as well as she would have liked, the aft section of the ship now held several compromised areas. The artificial gravity generator, located in the back of the ship as well, was also damaged, which sent her floating up out of her seat. In a state of limbo, she watched as the debris that littered the small cabin float around her as the ship slowly spun through space, the only thing keeping it moving in its original direction was the momentum left over before the thrusters had gone offline. The secondary shielding around the transwarp engine must have held up though, since the ship had not exploded yet.

When the damaged ship sensed that it was far enough away from Cybertron's pull the programming her Grand-sparker had coded into it kicked in. The sudden jolt forward of the ship sent her flying backwards, the back wall of the cabin greeting her painfully as the view port before her lit up in a colorful display of a transwarp tunnel. She was unsure of how long it took her through the tunnel, but the vortex eventually opened up before her ship, spitting her out violently. She watched helplessly as her ship spun wildly towards the mostly blue and green planet with its two moons. What was left of her ship after the crash was little more than the cockpit, its structure holding enough for her to survive the crash but it knocked her offline.

Author's Note: I don't own Beast Wars/Beasites.

2012 - Rebooting/reworking an old old work that I had started back in high school (10+ years ago). Making a lot of changes, all of which I hope is for the better, but the premise is still the same. Basically, I'm seeing how well this goes over. This might be a one shot, or I might work on it as a series as the original had become.

Thanks for reading.

2019 – Editing and reposting this series since I started posting on DA and many rereadings later I feel like I need to clean it up and reedit where I feel needs to be changed.