Rattrap was not in the best of moods when he had awaken that morning.
If the word "hangover" was listed in Cybertronian vocabulary, this is how
Rattrap would label his current state, as he lumbered through the base.
He hadn't refueled on Energon for some time now, and realized that it was
time for a snack. He passed a computer screen that was currently turned off,
and he could vaguely see his reflection in the glass. The first thing he
really noticed was that his chest seemed out of proportion. It now appeared
red, and noticeably rounder. "Round," said his confused mind, trying to
establish anything that was associated with having a 'round chest'. He
thought that he might have been sleeping on something. "Round" didn't seem
to have any similarity there. Suddenly he heard a voice from behind him.
"Morning, Black Arachnia." It was Cheetor's voice. Rattrap turned around
and saw Optimus where he would have expected to see Cheetor. "Optimus must
be seein' things too. Man, how long has it been since I ate somethin'?" he
thought to himself, and proceeded to scavenge any Energon available.
After Rattrap had eaten and was fully vitalized, he realized that he
felt more top-heavy than usual. He also noticed that his body was a darker
blue than normal, he had three pointy fingers on each of his hands, and he
had eight strange rod-like structures that protruded from his back. Rattrap
was terrified for a moment, and ran over to the CR chamber to look at his
reflection in the glass hatch. He stared at himself, his mouth gaping.
"...........Woah dude," he said looking at his profile. "I've got boobs."
Rattrap could now see that he had an exquisite face lift, transmetalized
shoulder pads, cleavage that would put Cindy Crawford to shame, an hour
glass figure, and two strong feminine legs with high heels instead of
conventional feet. Rattrap was somehow inside Black Arachnia's body! In a
state of panic, he ran over to look for Rhinox to solve the "out-of-body-
experience", and ran straight into the nearest closed door by mistake. There
was a "clang!" and Rattrap fell to the floor unconscious.
Rattrap came to some time later, only to find himself in Rhinox's
arms. "Black Arachnia!" he exclaimed. "Are you alright my Love?" Rhinox's
voice was deeper than usual, and was spoken in a tone that didn't make him
sound like he had a cold he was fighting that wouldn't leave his systems.
"Eh, get offa' me, ya' horny bum!" Rattrap yelled, shoving him away.
"Black Arachnia???" Rhinox said, confused. Rattrap now realized that
Silverbolt's voice was coming out of the robotic defense unit.
"Silverbolt???" Rattrap asked, just as confused. "What's going on
here?"
"Eh, no idea Big Green....er, boid-dog, uh,....." Rattrap replied.
"Uh, sorry about the embrace there. For a moment I thought you were......"
"Yeah, I know..."
"Let's find me..er, uh, Rhinox and figure out how to get into our own
bodies."
"Good idea," said Rattrap staring at himself.
As they searched for Rhinox, they had learned that everybody else's
Sparks had switched bodies as well as their own. Cheetor was now inside of
Optimus' structure, trying his best not to step on anybody. Optimus was now
in Rattrap's body, and was beginning to feel claustrophobic from being housed
in such a minuscule vessel. Black Arachnia herself had been relocated into
Depthcharge, and kept falling backward, not being used to the severe bulk of
the manta ray "wings". (Rather too Silverbolt's disappointment. He had
never seen Depthcharge as much of a looker.) Depthcharge was inside
Silverbolt's body, and couldn't shake off the goofy feeling he had since he
was now wearing something of a loincloth. They finally found Rhinox in
Cheetor's body, trying to rip chunks of fur off his structure since he now
felt considerably hotter. "How can you live with this thing? It's like a
nuclear fusion chamber in here!" he said to Optimus/Cheetor.
Rhinox was at the computer console, trying to figure just the Pit it
was that happened to relocate all of their Sparks. Unfortunately, as used as
he was to having hands with only four fingers, he was now finding it
extremely difficult to control the console with FIVE, and kept screwing up
the commands involuntarily. Optimus was starting to panic. Beads of sweat
were rolling down his face, and when you're a robot from a purely machine
planet, sweating isn't exactly a normal occurrence. "Come on Rhinox," he
said. "I don't know how much more of this I can take." "Calm down," Rhinox
said. "With the Spark relocation trauma, panicking may only make it worse."
Rattrap decided to chime in. "Eh, oh man. I broke a nail." (He was choosing
his words carefully) Rhinox tapped at the computer for a few minutes more and
was about to declare that it was utterly impossible to figure out what had
happened, when Cheetor spoke up. "What if the Preds like snuck in and
somehow managed to take out our Sparks one by one and put us into different
bodies by using a stealth device or something?" he pondered. There was a
silence that seemed to sit there, get bored after a while, then get up
tiredly and take its leave. "Yeah, right kid," Rattrap retorted while still
applying what humans would recognize as rogue to his face.
If Cheetor had really known the truth, he would feel very pleased
with himself for guessing the correct theory. The preceding night, Megatron
had engineered a small robot into existence. It looked like a simple head
which had three, twig-like fingers on each hand with two arms that appeared
to protrude from the head, a single video camera lense sticking out of it's
face, and two plates of metal that vaguely resembled locks of hair that were
added unnecessarily. (This robot would later inspire Megatron to build a
robot to help him eliminate his beast mode on Cybertron, but that is another
story.) The robotic drone was battery powered, and slipped totally unseen
by the Maximals' security scanners, or what whatever they had salvaged from
the Axalon's wreck. Megatron was sitting in his Captain's Chair, as he
always was, and was moving around a small joystick that stuck out of the arm
of the chair. In front of him hovered a video display, that seemed to pan
left, right, up, or down in movements that correlated with the movements of
the joystick. It was the small robot providing the footage, as Megatron
controlled the thing.
The drone slipped unseen into the base, and found its way down into
the living quarters, where Optimus was sleeping in the hallway. As big as he
was, it was the closest thing to a room he could get. A small latch opened
up in the robot's wrist, and it placed its hand over Optimus' chest. In his
subconscious, he felt a powerful force gripping onto him, almost as if he was
being sucked into a black hole or something. Then it went blank. His Spark
hovered outside his chest, and then happily and eagerly, sucked itself into
the small robot's bulky forearm. It then proceeded into Cheetor's room,
where he was having something of a wishful dream of spending eternity in
Black Arachnia's arms.......and slightly about the blazing, slightly bloody
destruction of Silverbolt. The drone then sucked out Cheetor's Spark with
its second arm, and replaced it Optimus structure. It hurriedly continued
doing this through the dark of the night, with Megatron in the driver's seat.
Meanwhile, since Spark removal/replacement was a brand new concept
straight out of Megatron's head, the other Maximals were trying to keep their
heads and to adapt to their new hosts as Rhinox continued to find a way to
stop it. One major problem with this situation, was that they were
permanently stuck in robot mode until their Sparks could get put back into
their original bodies. Their onboard computers didn't recognize any of their
command codes, like "Beast Mode", "Flight Mode", "Scanners Online", etc.
This may not seem like that much of a hassle for those encrusted with
Transmetal technology, but they would still lose a bit more energy than if
they could go into beast mode. Manual transformation was certainly out of
the question, since no one knew how to control any extra motors, servos, and
pistons that accompanied their normal articulation. Rattrap seemed to be the
best of this, but all he figured out what to do was wiggling the spider legs
on his back.
At the DarkSide, Megatron was preparing his manic minions for a full
scale assault on the Maximal base. He had equipped each of the Predacons
with machines that seemed to resemble electronic coffee cans on their
forearms. "What are these, My Queen?" Inferno asked, bowing and trying to
kiss his hand. Instead of merely killing Inferno on the spot, he pulled his
hand away a spoke with a slight growl. "Spark removers," he said. "Just in
case any of the Maximals attempt to resist. Yes..." "If they function
properly..." Dinobot retorted truculently. Dinobot was no doubt forever
loyal to Megatron, although he was never quite sure about the boundaries of
his technical knowhow. Suddenly, there was a crash that came from behind
Dinobot. Waspinator had inexplicably toppled to the cold, steel floor and
laid there lifeless. Megatron checked the Spark remover on Waspinator's arm,
and found that it was already occupied. "I can assure you," he said to
Dinobot, "that they work 100%. Yes." Then he proceeded to put Waspinator's
Spark back into his body.
....Waspinator awoke pointing to the other Predacons. "Ooooh,
Waspinator had the strangest dream. You were there, Megatron. So was Ant-
bot, and Two-Head, and New Lizard-Bot......."
Rattrap was sitting at one of the computer consoles on monitor duty,
and it was pretty much a rather slow day. Grid Halix went by scan after scan
without a blip, a tumbleweed blowing by was the only apparent action that
took place in Sub-Sector 3-278, and a camera inside the base only showed
Cheetor still displaying failed attempts to swoon over Black Arachnia.
"Cybertania, am I bored!" he said to himself with a yawn. (Cybertrania was
by far the most unpleasant city on Cybertron, and Rattrap had used it for one
of his expletives.) He decided that, just for a laugh, to take a look at
last night's security records to see if there was anything out of the
ordinary that any of his comrades might do. He was a spy, how could he
possibly resist? He saw the tape that shot Cheetor's room, and was maybe
expecting to see him smooching the snapshot of Black Arachnia that stood on
the night stand by his bed, but instead saw something else. "....What the
ape-slag?...." What he was seeing on screen was a tiny object that hovered
over Cheetor while he was sleeping, and somehow pulled out his Spark.
"Cheeto....er, uh, Rhinox! Come take a look at this!!!"
Rhinox had rushed over, and saw the security tape on screen. On his
way, he unfortunately caught one of his toes on a rock and flew to the ground.
(This was another problem with their new bodies.) "So that's what happened!"
he exclaimed. "Something that the Predacons built snuck in here and tampered
with our Sparks." He was putting two and two togerther, but rather slowly.
If this was a TV show, (which it secretly was, unbeknownst by Rhinox or any
other Maximal) he would have been boring them to sleep at this point. "If we
could get this robot and reprogram it, THEN we could get our Sparks back into
our own structures." But even as he explained this to the rest of the
Maximals standing behind him, the heard a great explosion coming from behind.
They spun around to find that Megatron and his Predacons had blasted the
doors open, standing amidst a curtain of smoke.
For this particular assault, Megatron had all the Preds with him. He
learned constantly from Trial & Error, and he wasn't ready to make anymore
mistakes this time. "Stand back, and no one will go offline, no!" he yelled
as he grabbed Rattrap by the neck. Or should I say, he grabbed Black
Arachnia's body. "I'll just be taking my dear old friend on a nice little
walk..... towards the Ark. Yeeessssss...." And he raised his hand, and each
of the Predacons rushed over to one Maximal each. The small robotic drone
was there too, and hovered lightly behind Rampage. It went from Predacon to
Predacon, trying to see if his Master's crew needed any assistance. Cheetor
was furious to see Megatron with Black Arachnia, and reminded himself that it
was really Rattrap he was with. He was still angry, but not as stressed out
as originally.
Finally, Megatron and Rattrap arrived at the front hatch of the
ancient Autobot starship. "Now, Rodent!" he yelled. "Command Teletran 1 to
stand down immediately!" Rattrap tried to figure a way out of this. But it
was extremely difficult to ponder a descent escape plan, when a huge robot
three times your own size is aiming a laser cannon straight at the middle of
your forehead. He gave a deep sigh, and realized that he had no choice. He
blinked a couple of times, as if going through a file it his databanks, and
made a sort of "bing" noise. Several billion 1's and 0's could be seen
zooming across his eyes, and he found the Ark's access codes. It took him a
while to figure out how to do it, but then managed to download the commands
into the ship's computer.
Megatron slowly and majestically strode through the darkened halls of
the ship, gazing at the famous Autobot and Decepticon veterans, completely
unaware of where fate would take them. He was beginning to look increasingly
like a kid in a candy store. He glanced at Starscream, and remembered how he
would betray him in his future. He passed Blurr and was immediately reminded
of a fast-talking Waspinator. The original Megatron was in view, and he gave
the Decepticon leader a great bow. Meanwhile, Rattrap was walking several
feet behind Megatron, wondering how any robot so simplistic could possibly be
so famous. Finally, Megatron had reached his goal in the ship; the comatose
Optimus Prime.
Meanwhile, where was Depthcharge throughout all this? He had in fact
been on a scouting mission for several megacycles, and just got back to base.
As a tracker, Depthcharge was in a constant stealth mode, motivated by the
sharpest of survival skills. These skills helpfully saved his comrades. He
had finally discovered where Silverbolt kept his missiles in his body, and
threw at any Predacon with his, her, or its back turned. Rampage got his
head blown off, while thinking "It will all end in tears", Inferno was shot
in his rocket booster in his thorax and exploded on impact, and Waspinator
simply blew his own head off knowing that it was inevitable, and he should
just get it over with anyway. ".........Okay....." Depthcharge mumbled to
himself. The small drone was about to grab Black Arachnia's Spark, and
Depthcharge was about to throw another feather-missile at the thing. "Wait!"
Black Arachnia cried out before he fired. "I have another idea..." she said
smirking and grabbing the drone in her bulky hand.
Megatron silently hovered in front of Optimus Prime's limp, lifeless
body, attempting to once again blast the Autobot into smithereens. His T-Rex
tail cannon was glowing a brighter purple than usual, as he aimed at Prime's
face. "Now, let's do this 'Optimus Death Scene' one more time", he said to
the chunk of metal and wiring. "Please, DO get it right." He slowly aimed
his cannon at Prime's face, and prepared to fire. Instead of doing so, there
a violent cacophony of noise and light as Megatron fell to the cold metal
flooring of the ship. He was out cold for several minutes, then awoke to a
bizarre sight. He was on his belly for some reason, he had eight prongs
protruding from his sided which he was now starting to recognize as some sort
of legs, and he had large claws on his wrists that replaced his articulate
robotic hands. In front of him stood all seven Maximals, weapons in hand.
One of the weapons which Rhinox was holding, (his Spark had been placed back
into his own body) was a gun that seemed to resemble the forearms of his
small, robotic drone. He now realized that he was INSIDE of Quickstrike's
body!!
"Uh, QUICKSTRIKE: TERRORIZE!" he yelled, thinking quickly. "command
code not acknowledged. Please refer to manual transformation," droned his
onboard computer in a soothing voice. "Nooooooo!!! Predacons! Retreat!
Retreat!!!" he yelled, thinking that they were still active. He scuttled
out from the volcano as quickly as he could. Before he reached the doors,
Optimus had pulled out his hand gun (the one they only issue on the toy for
some reason) and fired so that the Fuzor with Megatron inside flew out of the
entrance. "BLAST IT AAAAAAALLLLLLL!!!!!!!!" he shouted at the top of his
synthesis circuits. Optimus pointed out to where he lost sight of Megatron.
"Be seein' you."
If the word "hangover" was listed in Cybertronian vocabulary, this is how
Rattrap would label his current state, as he lumbered through the base.
He hadn't refueled on Energon for some time now, and realized that it was
time for a snack. He passed a computer screen that was currently turned off,
and he could vaguely see his reflection in the glass. The first thing he
really noticed was that his chest seemed out of proportion. It now appeared
red, and noticeably rounder. "Round," said his confused mind, trying to
establish anything that was associated with having a 'round chest'. He
thought that he might have been sleeping on something. "Round" didn't seem
to have any similarity there. Suddenly he heard a voice from behind him.
"Morning, Black Arachnia." It was Cheetor's voice. Rattrap turned around
and saw Optimus where he would have expected to see Cheetor. "Optimus must
be seein' things too. Man, how long has it been since I ate somethin'?" he
thought to himself, and proceeded to scavenge any Energon available.
After Rattrap had eaten and was fully vitalized, he realized that he
felt more top-heavy than usual. He also noticed that his body was a darker
blue than normal, he had three pointy fingers on each of his hands, and he
had eight strange rod-like structures that protruded from his back. Rattrap
was terrified for a moment, and ran over to the CR chamber to look at his
reflection in the glass hatch. He stared at himself, his mouth gaping.
"...........Woah dude," he said looking at his profile. "I've got boobs."
Rattrap could now see that he had an exquisite face lift, transmetalized
shoulder pads, cleavage that would put Cindy Crawford to shame, an hour
glass figure, and two strong feminine legs with high heels instead of
conventional feet. Rattrap was somehow inside Black Arachnia's body! In a
state of panic, he ran over to look for Rhinox to solve the "out-of-body-
experience", and ran straight into the nearest closed door by mistake. There
was a "clang!" and Rattrap fell to the floor unconscious.
Rattrap came to some time later, only to find himself in Rhinox's
arms. "Black Arachnia!" he exclaimed. "Are you alright my Love?" Rhinox's
voice was deeper than usual, and was spoken in a tone that didn't make him
sound like he had a cold he was fighting that wouldn't leave his systems.
"Eh, get offa' me, ya' horny bum!" Rattrap yelled, shoving him away.
"Black Arachnia???" Rhinox said, confused. Rattrap now realized that
Silverbolt's voice was coming out of the robotic defense unit.
"Silverbolt???" Rattrap asked, just as confused. "What's going on
here?"
"Eh, no idea Big Green....er, boid-dog, uh,....." Rattrap replied.
"Uh, sorry about the embrace there. For a moment I thought you were......"
"Yeah, I know..."
"Let's find me..er, uh, Rhinox and figure out how to get into our own
bodies."
"Good idea," said Rattrap staring at himself.
As they searched for Rhinox, they had learned that everybody else's
Sparks had switched bodies as well as their own. Cheetor was now inside of
Optimus' structure, trying his best not to step on anybody. Optimus was now
in Rattrap's body, and was beginning to feel claustrophobic from being housed
in such a minuscule vessel. Black Arachnia herself had been relocated into
Depthcharge, and kept falling backward, not being used to the severe bulk of
the manta ray "wings". (Rather too Silverbolt's disappointment. He had
never seen Depthcharge as much of a looker.) Depthcharge was inside
Silverbolt's body, and couldn't shake off the goofy feeling he had since he
was now wearing something of a loincloth. They finally found Rhinox in
Cheetor's body, trying to rip chunks of fur off his structure since he now
felt considerably hotter. "How can you live with this thing? It's like a
nuclear fusion chamber in here!" he said to Optimus/Cheetor.
Rhinox was at the computer console, trying to figure just the Pit it
was that happened to relocate all of their Sparks. Unfortunately, as used as
he was to having hands with only four fingers, he was now finding it
extremely difficult to control the console with FIVE, and kept screwing up
the commands involuntarily. Optimus was starting to panic. Beads of sweat
were rolling down his face, and when you're a robot from a purely machine
planet, sweating isn't exactly a normal occurrence. "Come on Rhinox," he
said. "I don't know how much more of this I can take." "Calm down," Rhinox
said. "With the Spark relocation trauma, panicking may only make it worse."
Rattrap decided to chime in. "Eh, oh man. I broke a nail." (He was choosing
his words carefully) Rhinox tapped at the computer for a few minutes more and
was about to declare that it was utterly impossible to figure out what had
happened, when Cheetor spoke up. "What if the Preds like snuck in and
somehow managed to take out our Sparks one by one and put us into different
bodies by using a stealth device or something?" he pondered. There was a
silence that seemed to sit there, get bored after a while, then get up
tiredly and take its leave. "Yeah, right kid," Rattrap retorted while still
applying what humans would recognize as rogue to his face.
If Cheetor had really known the truth, he would feel very pleased
with himself for guessing the correct theory. The preceding night, Megatron
had engineered a small robot into existence. It looked like a simple head
which had three, twig-like fingers on each hand with two arms that appeared
to protrude from the head, a single video camera lense sticking out of it's
face, and two plates of metal that vaguely resembled locks of hair that were
added unnecessarily. (This robot would later inspire Megatron to build a
robot to help him eliminate his beast mode on Cybertron, but that is another
story.) The robotic drone was battery powered, and slipped totally unseen
by the Maximals' security scanners, or what whatever they had salvaged from
the Axalon's wreck. Megatron was sitting in his Captain's Chair, as he
always was, and was moving around a small joystick that stuck out of the arm
of the chair. In front of him hovered a video display, that seemed to pan
left, right, up, or down in movements that correlated with the movements of
the joystick. It was the small robot providing the footage, as Megatron
controlled the thing.
The drone slipped unseen into the base, and found its way down into
the living quarters, where Optimus was sleeping in the hallway. As big as he
was, it was the closest thing to a room he could get. A small latch opened
up in the robot's wrist, and it placed its hand over Optimus' chest. In his
subconscious, he felt a powerful force gripping onto him, almost as if he was
being sucked into a black hole or something. Then it went blank. His Spark
hovered outside his chest, and then happily and eagerly, sucked itself into
the small robot's bulky forearm. It then proceeded into Cheetor's room,
where he was having something of a wishful dream of spending eternity in
Black Arachnia's arms.......and slightly about the blazing, slightly bloody
destruction of Silverbolt. The drone then sucked out Cheetor's Spark with
its second arm, and replaced it Optimus structure. It hurriedly continued
doing this through the dark of the night, with Megatron in the driver's seat.
Meanwhile, since Spark removal/replacement was a brand new concept
straight out of Megatron's head, the other Maximals were trying to keep their
heads and to adapt to their new hosts as Rhinox continued to find a way to
stop it. One major problem with this situation, was that they were
permanently stuck in robot mode until their Sparks could get put back into
their original bodies. Their onboard computers didn't recognize any of their
command codes, like "Beast Mode", "Flight Mode", "Scanners Online", etc.
This may not seem like that much of a hassle for those encrusted with
Transmetal technology, but they would still lose a bit more energy than if
they could go into beast mode. Manual transformation was certainly out of
the question, since no one knew how to control any extra motors, servos, and
pistons that accompanied their normal articulation. Rattrap seemed to be the
best of this, but all he figured out what to do was wiggling the spider legs
on his back.
At the DarkSide, Megatron was preparing his manic minions for a full
scale assault on the Maximal base. He had equipped each of the Predacons
with machines that seemed to resemble electronic coffee cans on their
forearms. "What are these, My Queen?" Inferno asked, bowing and trying to
kiss his hand. Instead of merely killing Inferno on the spot, he pulled his
hand away a spoke with a slight growl. "Spark removers," he said. "Just in
case any of the Maximals attempt to resist. Yes..." "If they function
properly..." Dinobot retorted truculently. Dinobot was no doubt forever
loyal to Megatron, although he was never quite sure about the boundaries of
his technical knowhow. Suddenly, there was a crash that came from behind
Dinobot. Waspinator had inexplicably toppled to the cold, steel floor and
laid there lifeless. Megatron checked the Spark remover on Waspinator's arm,
and found that it was already occupied. "I can assure you," he said to
Dinobot, "that they work 100%. Yes." Then he proceeded to put Waspinator's
Spark back into his body.
....Waspinator awoke pointing to the other Predacons. "Ooooh,
Waspinator had the strangest dream. You were there, Megatron. So was Ant-
bot, and Two-Head, and New Lizard-Bot......."
Rattrap was sitting at one of the computer consoles on monitor duty,
and it was pretty much a rather slow day. Grid Halix went by scan after scan
without a blip, a tumbleweed blowing by was the only apparent action that
took place in Sub-Sector 3-278, and a camera inside the base only showed
Cheetor still displaying failed attempts to swoon over Black Arachnia.
"Cybertania, am I bored!" he said to himself with a yawn. (Cybertrania was
by far the most unpleasant city on Cybertron, and Rattrap had used it for one
of his expletives.) He decided that, just for a laugh, to take a look at
last night's security records to see if there was anything out of the
ordinary that any of his comrades might do. He was a spy, how could he
possibly resist? He saw the tape that shot Cheetor's room, and was maybe
expecting to see him smooching the snapshot of Black Arachnia that stood on
the night stand by his bed, but instead saw something else. "....What the
ape-slag?...." What he was seeing on screen was a tiny object that hovered
over Cheetor while he was sleeping, and somehow pulled out his Spark.
"Cheeto....er, uh, Rhinox! Come take a look at this!!!"
Rhinox had rushed over, and saw the security tape on screen. On his
way, he unfortunately caught one of his toes on a rock and flew to the ground.
(This was another problem with their new bodies.) "So that's what happened!"
he exclaimed. "Something that the Predacons built snuck in here and tampered
with our Sparks." He was putting two and two togerther, but rather slowly.
If this was a TV show, (which it secretly was, unbeknownst by Rhinox or any
other Maximal) he would have been boring them to sleep at this point. "If we
could get this robot and reprogram it, THEN we could get our Sparks back into
our own structures." But even as he explained this to the rest of the
Maximals standing behind him, the heard a great explosion coming from behind.
They spun around to find that Megatron and his Predacons had blasted the
doors open, standing amidst a curtain of smoke.
For this particular assault, Megatron had all the Preds with him. He
learned constantly from Trial & Error, and he wasn't ready to make anymore
mistakes this time. "Stand back, and no one will go offline, no!" he yelled
as he grabbed Rattrap by the neck. Or should I say, he grabbed Black
Arachnia's body. "I'll just be taking my dear old friend on a nice little
walk..... towards the Ark. Yeeessssss...." And he raised his hand, and each
of the Predacons rushed over to one Maximal each. The small robotic drone
was there too, and hovered lightly behind Rampage. It went from Predacon to
Predacon, trying to see if his Master's crew needed any assistance. Cheetor
was furious to see Megatron with Black Arachnia, and reminded himself that it
was really Rattrap he was with. He was still angry, but not as stressed out
as originally.
Finally, Megatron and Rattrap arrived at the front hatch of the
ancient Autobot starship. "Now, Rodent!" he yelled. "Command Teletran 1 to
stand down immediately!" Rattrap tried to figure a way out of this. But it
was extremely difficult to ponder a descent escape plan, when a huge robot
three times your own size is aiming a laser cannon straight at the middle of
your forehead. He gave a deep sigh, and realized that he had no choice. He
blinked a couple of times, as if going through a file it his databanks, and
made a sort of "bing" noise. Several billion 1's and 0's could be seen
zooming across his eyes, and he found the Ark's access codes. It took him a
while to figure out how to do it, but then managed to download the commands
into the ship's computer.
Megatron slowly and majestically strode through the darkened halls of
the ship, gazing at the famous Autobot and Decepticon veterans, completely
unaware of where fate would take them. He was beginning to look increasingly
like a kid in a candy store. He glanced at Starscream, and remembered how he
would betray him in his future. He passed Blurr and was immediately reminded
of a fast-talking Waspinator. The original Megatron was in view, and he gave
the Decepticon leader a great bow. Meanwhile, Rattrap was walking several
feet behind Megatron, wondering how any robot so simplistic could possibly be
so famous. Finally, Megatron had reached his goal in the ship; the comatose
Optimus Prime.
Meanwhile, where was Depthcharge throughout all this? He had in fact
been on a scouting mission for several megacycles, and just got back to base.
As a tracker, Depthcharge was in a constant stealth mode, motivated by the
sharpest of survival skills. These skills helpfully saved his comrades. He
had finally discovered where Silverbolt kept his missiles in his body, and
threw at any Predacon with his, her, or its back turned. Rampage got his
head blown off, while thinking "It will all end in tears", Inferno was shot
in his rocket booster in his thorax and exploded on impact, and Waspinator
simply blew his own head off knowing that it was inevitable, and he should
just get it over with anyway. ".........Okay....." Depthcharge mumbled to
himself. The small drone was about to grab Black Arachnia's Spark, and
Depthcharge was about to throw another feather-missile at the thing. "Wait!"
Black Arachnia cried out before he fired. "I have another idea..." she said
smirking and grabbing the drone in her bulky hand.
Megatron silently hovered in front of Optimus Prime's limp, lifeless
body, attempting to once again blast the Autobot into smithereens. His T-Rex
tail cannon was glowing a brighter purple than usual, as he aimed at Prime's
face. "Now, let's do this 'Optimus Death Scene' one more time", he said to
the chunk of metal and wiring. "Please, DO get it right." He slowly aimed
his cannon at Prime's face, and prepared to fire. Instead of doing so, there
a violent cacophony of noise and light as Megatron fell to the cold metal
flooring of the ship. He was out cold for several minutes, then awoke to a
bizarre sight. He was on his belly for some reason, he had eight prongs
protruding from his sided which he was now starting to recognize as some sort
of legs, and he had large claws on his wrists that replaced his articulate
robotic hands. In front of him stood all seven Maximals, weapons in hand.
One of the weapons which Rhinox was holding, (his Spark had been placed back
into his own body) was a gun that seemed to resemble the forearms of his
small, robotic drone. He now realized that he was INSIDE of Quickstrike's
body!!
"Uh, QUICKSTRIKE: TERRORIZE!" he yelled, thinking quickly. "command
code not acknowledged. Please refer to manual transformation," droned his
onboard computer in a soothing voice. "Nooooooo!!! Predacons! Retreat!
Retreat!!!" he yelled, thinking that they were still active. He scuttled
out from the volcano as quickly as he could. Before he reached the doors,
Optimus had pulled out his hand gun (the one they only issue on the toy for
some reason) and fired so that the Fuzor with Megatron inside flew out of the
entrance. "BLAST IT AAAAAAALLLLLLL!!!!!!!!" he shouted at the top of his
synthesis circuits. Optimus pointed out to where he lost sight of Megatron.
"Be seein' you."