Cyber Dreams : Rewrite
A Ranma 1/2 and Beasties/Beast Machines/Batman/Gold Digger
Transformers Fusion
Written by Shaun Garin
Oh man, Dinobot against six Preds. There won't be
enough of him left to make a toaster.
Prologue
Genma was sure of it. He was going to die, or die a horrible
death by his best friend, or his wife by that damned family
sword of hers. In any case, he was going to freeze if he
didn't get out of this damned snow storm soon.
His thoughts flickered to Ranma, a mere boy of seven. How
could he survive in this cold? Also, DID he survive?
Pushing aside thoughts like that, he reasoned that his boy
could survive. Like he did. If not, then he'd be doing a hell
alot of running.
Time Log 1 : Beginnings
The little boy stumbled into the shrine atop the snowly
peaks, shivering as he forced the doors closed. Within
moments, monks of fatherly figure came and started to tend
to them.
If Ranma was awake to notice their approach, he would have
noticed at first glance that they seem to be a curious mixture
of men and animals. The lead monk reached down and picked
him up, his body adorned with furry skins. "He needs
treatment. Then we take him to the Ancient One."
A second, a striped dark brown man with the traditional robe
nodded and brought forth a stretcher. They laid the child
down on the stretcher and brought him into the back chambers
where he under went treatment.
The monk who started to treat him was actually a woman in lion
skins, large floppy ears sticking out of her head, fur seemingly
grown into her forearms, a twitching tuffed tail and had dark
furred golden hands. "He's gone under severe training. From
these markings, some fool had decided to train him in the Nekoken."
The other monk, a tall, slender man with a smiling face and in
place of where the woman had fur, he had reptilian skin. Golden
eyes stared out at the boy and he touched his forehead. "He
is suffering from extreme cold. We should get him under the
CR Chamber immediately."
"But that is only reserved for we monks in the shrine and the
Ancient One."
The man nodded but said, "He will understand. Please help
me carry him there."
Minutes later, the unconcious little boy was lowered into a
shimmering pool of transparent liquid, a rebreather on his face.
Ranma awoke, looking instantly for his dad. Where was he?
Did he survive the storm? Where am I for that matter?
Slipping cool feet into slippers conviently placed there, he
stood up and started to explore the room. Barely two meters
from the door, a pleasent female voice said, "Oh, so you are
awake?"
The woman was vaguely... catlike... Ranma looked at her. The
hairs on the back of his neck raised up in fear. The woman set
down a tray of food and said, "Don't worry. I won't hurt you."
"Who... who are you?" Ranma asked, backing up into the wall.
She smiled and said, "You are in the Monestary of the
Transmorphs. Come, you must be hungry. I have food ready
for you."
Ranma's mouth watered at the sound of food and he rushed to
eat the meal set before him, his hunger overriding his fear.
Within minutes, all the food was devistated, sent down the
malnutrioned body. "Thank you," he said, following an example
that a friend taught him, "It was very good."
"What is your name child?"
"Ranma. Ranma Saotome."
"I am Lioness. A monk in this Monestary. Come, I would like
you to meet the elder of this monestary."
Ranma followed the woman to a large set of doors and she
rapped on it. A faint buzzing sound responded and she opened
it. "Ancient Wise One, I bring to you a boy named Ranma
Saotome."
The torches illuminated a most definately NOT human face. It
was buglike, and his whole body was a polished green, black
and yellow. Four wings spread from his back and he sat,
crosslegged, a smile on his split jaw. Ranma shuddered in fear.
The creature looked at him and in a almost comical voice said,
"Waspinator glad to meet you. Waspinator welcome you to
Transmorph Monestary."
"Transmorph?" Ranma asked curiously.
"Transmorph is a form of transformation, from human, to beast,
to robot, to hybrid," Waspinator explained. "Waspinator teach
early humans what this is."
"Ranma...." Lioness stooped down to look at the young boy.
"Did someone teach you the Neko-ken?"
Ranma nodded, his eyes watering. No, poppa said men don't
cry. "Poppa.... threw me into a pit of hungry c-c-c-felines.....
they were biting and scratching.... clawing.... make the pain go
away..."
Lioness pulled him close, hugging him tightly. "Don't worry.
We'll take care of the Cat-fist. Just listen to what Master
Waspinator says."
Waspinator walked forward, supporting himself on a small
gnarled walking cane, the origins dating back 65,000,000 years.
In fact, on closer inspection, it was the war hammer that Dinobot
used to fight Megatron in the battle that cost him his life the first
time. The wood tapped the ground a few times before he bent
over to look at him with his bug eyes. "Ranma," he said, laying a
hand on the boy's shoulder, "would you like to learn the secrets
of this school of Transformation?"
Ranma wiped away his tears. "I...." he looked at Lioness who
smiled and ruffled his hair. He smiled, sniffing. "Can you make
the bad dreams go away?"
"Of course." Waspinator smiled, turning to Lioness. "Lioness,
start his education. I can see that his education was largely
ignored and he needs to learn the maths, sciences, languages
and such to get around in this world. And when you feel ready,
teach him Cybertron Sciences, Maths, and Quantum Physics.
Anything you feel is nessasary."
"And what of the Cat-fist?" Lioness inquired.
"We will help him cope."
Waspinator watched her go with the boy and felt a ache in his
joints. He was old. Several million years old by now. He just
hoped that he had a successor to his art of Transformation
and Bonding.
Three years later after Ranma's arrival, he was a boy of ten
years old, strong, fast, and intelligant. He had eagerly soaked
up all the material that Lioness had thrown at him, and
surpassed Master Waspinator's wildest dreams. Already he
could construct Diecast materials, read Cybertron scripts
both modern and ancient, and other such things such as
Quantum Physics, Transwarp, Jump Gates, and whatever she
had felt was nessesary to get along in the real world.
The Ranma who stood in the middle of the room was tall,
strong and intelligant. But he was also cocky, brash, and
never willing to back down from a fight. Thus, he was also
naive of the outside world, for he had not made very many
trips down the mountian side.
The Cat Fist had been dealt with. He did not run screaming from
the cat people of the monestary like before, even though he
maintained some discomfort around them. But with the new
fusion he was about to undergo, he would finally embrace the
spirit of the cat within him.
Now, he was ready. He had recieved his vision from the Oricle
and now, he was ready to undergo the ritual of beast taming.
Already, he knew the animal he would fuse with and become
one with, cybernetically, phyically, mentally, and spiritually.
As he opened the doors to the inner sanctum, Waspinator
tapped his way towards the young boy and said, "We are
ready. Good luck."
As the doors closed behind Ranma, a large white bengal tiger
came out of the darkness, its green eyes looking at him
curiously. Ranma approached it, and sat down, crosslegged.
Long minutes passed as he stared into its eyes, feeling a kindrid
soul within the tiger. The wanderlust he felt, the pride, the
sensitivity, and the love for life. A wise intelligance as he reached
out his hand towards the tiger. A large white paw rose and
Ranma's hand passed into it like a ghostly apprition, and then,
they became one.
He wandered through time and space, revelling in his newfound
knowlage and power. Saw earth, nearly 65,000,000 years ago. A
tiger, green and white, wise, loved nature...
Tigatron...
I am...
Ranma felt such bliss, such lust for life, and such wisdom held
within the wise old tiger. As he opened his eyes, blue eyes
staring out from the thick pelt of fur, he sat on his haunches
and roared to the sky.
Waspinator then came into the room with Lioness and smiled
through his scary exterior. "Ah Ranma. Cat-bot I see. Yes."
Ranma grinned, showing large teeth. "I have chosen my name.
A name from the past and future. I... am Tigatros." He hunched
on his legs and said, "Tigatros, Maximize!"
His body swung back as he rose up on hind legs, and he was
painted in a green and white matt, a wise, seemingly whiskered
face looking out on the world. His eyes were human, a deep
shade of blue.
Waspinator laughed in delight. "Tigerbot bring back memories.
Now, you learn your other modes." But then he paused.
"Tigerbot need addition to name when ready. I give you final
name when it time."
Ranma nodded. "Yes sensei."
Ranma walked out of the room, only to be met with a flying ball
of tawny orange fur. The pair rolled around the monestary, people
casually moving around them as they screeched to a halt at the
doors, Ranma pinned down by the orange furred girl. "Caught ya!"
she proclaimed.
"Okay, okay, you win."
Kitty was Ranma's friend from the very start. To counteract
Ranma's fear of cats, the pair had slept together in the same bed
as children. Kitty was a lovely young girl, Ranma's age with long
spotted hair and a orange colorization in her patterns.
Kitty helped her best friend up as she smiled cutely. "I'm going
down to the village. Wanna come along?" "What for?"
Kitty giggled. "Shopping silly! This may be a monestary, but it's
not like any OTHER monestary we've seen before. And Mousse
is down there with Master Caine. I'm sure they would like some
company."
Ranma shrugged. "Sure. It'd be nice to see the blind guy again."
"Hey," Kitty pouted, "what did your mom tell you about teasing
the Amazon?"
Ranma rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay. I get the message. C'mon,
before the stores close."
Together, the pair transformed into their Beast modes and loped
down the mountianside towards the village.
"In..... Out..... In..... Out...."
WHOMP!
The trio of Martial artists went rolling around before screeching
to a halt against the trees of the garden Master Caine sported.
"Can't you guys say hello in a NORMAL way?" Mousse
grumbled as he replaced his glasses.
"Sorry man, tradition." Ranma said, grinning.
Mousse snorted. "So, you guys shopping here today?" He got
up and brushed off his chinese robes.
"Yeah," Kitty said, smiling. "Want to come along?"
Mousse sighed. "I can't," he said, "Master Caine want's me to
meditate for the evening."
"Aw man, c'mon, let's hit the town tonight. The festival is going
on right now." Ranma grabbed him in a noogie. "I'll stop when
you say yes."
"Owowowowow, mercymercymercymercy, uncleuncleuncle!
Okay OKAY!" Mousse got out of the headlock. "Man, you
two don't even give a rest do you."
"Not when there's fun to be had." Kitty grabbed his hand
and pulled him out of the building. "C'mon!"
"Tigatros!"
Ranma looked up to see a black furred asian boy stalk up
to him. "Oh hey Puma."
"Don't give me that Tigatros," Puma snarled. "I want you
to keep your distance from Kitty. She's MINE, you hear me?"
Older by about a year or so, Puma was a tall man with the
attitude of a rich snob. He was once Ranma's friend but
became his self proclaimed rival for everything, including
Kitty, Ranma's best friend, especially when Kitty had s
tarted hanging around Ranma more than she did with
Puma. This made the man very jealous.
"She's not yours, she's her own person," Ranma said.
"You wanna make something of it?"
"Maybe I do." Puma got into a fighting stance as Ranma
frowned.
"You don't need to do this," Ranma countered, getting into
his own stance."
"Kitty is my girl, got it?"
"And who declaired I was YOUR GIRL?!" Kitty shouted,
hitting him over the head, breaking the mood.
"Give it up Puma," Ranma shook his head. "You're NOT
going to be able to win her like that."
"I DON'T CARE TIGATROS!" Puma shouted before slinking
away, rubbing his head in pain.
"And YOU!" Ranma made a few sounds of pain as Lioness
dragged him away by the ear. "You should be ashamed of
yourself!"
Kitty hung her head. "Men."
Two years later...
"Ranma?"
Ranma looked up from where he was working at the large
computers in the monestary. "Oh, hi mom."
Lioness walked in, holding a basket of food. "You're up
late."
Ranma nodded as he picked up a piece of bread and ate it.
"Yeah."
"Care to tell me what's wrong?" she asked, sitting down
beside her adoptive son.
Ranma cast a glance at the computer screen. She looked
as well to see Genma's picture on the front. "Your father?"
"Yeah. I just found this in the Japanese Official Archives.....
it's a Governement File."
"Ranma!" Lioness exclaimed, shocked. "You know you
shouldn't be hacking into the Governement files! Remember
what happened when you and Kitty decided to hack into the
pentagon?"
The young Tiger man chuckled. "I remember." Sobering
quickly, he scrolled down the pages. "These are the crimes
he committed, using ME as collateral."
"But he thinks you're dead, right?"
"Yeah mom, he does. But that doesn't stop him from using a
dead man as a bargaining chip." Ranma sighed as he pinched
the bridge of his nose. "I'm just starting to wonder how much
pop got away with when I was ALIVE in his memory."
Lioness scowled. "I will have a TALK with your biological
father if I see him."
"Don't hurt him too much mom," Ranma said with a chuckle.
The pair kept on reading into the night. It was a LONG list.
A month later...
"I'm Hooome!"
WHOMP!
Kitty laughed as she and Ranma tumbled head over heels as
he came barreling out the door in a flying tackle, rolling
around the snowy courtyard. Lioness and Bagaraha looked
up from their sweeping of the steps. "Try not to break
anything!" Lioness called out.
"Okay!" Both shouted, rolling around in the snow.
"Children," Bagaraha chuckled in his low baritone. "Remember
when we were that young and energetic?"
Lioness giggled. "Of course. Your daughter seems to have a
fondness for my son."
"They grew up together," Bagaraha said, packing the snow into
a snowman. "But I grow weary of Razorback's son Puma trying
to win Kitty for his own."
"It happens at times," Lioness said.
Ranma "oof"ed as he hit the ground. "Nice tackle."
"I learned from the best," the curvy young girl purred. "C'mon,
lets get some ice cream!"
"Don't you think about anything but food?" Ranma asked,
chuckling. "And it's COLD out here!"
"Yeah, but Master Waspinator keeps it hot in the monestary."
"He's an old bug, of course he likes it hot."
"Old bug am Waspinator?" A couple of snowballs hit the pair in
the head as Waspinator laughed, packing a snowball. "Waspinator
still good for another few millenia."
"You're gonna get it now Gramps!" Ranma said, packing some
snow into a hardened projectile.
"Bring it on," Waspinator teased, waving the warhammer like a bat.
Lioness and Bagaraha were laughing. "Trust Master Waspinator to
play like a child," Bagaraha said, smiling.
Six years later...
"Concentrate... let the beast without become the robot within. And
beyond that, the human spark. Yes... good... that's it.... almost there."
Ranma reached into his center, the universe spiraling about his eyes.
He felt the call of the ancient sparks as he spoke words. "The Matrix...
and beyond that... the Oricle..."
Waspinator smiled warmly and then, his chest plate swung outwards.
There, sitting in the middle of his mechanical torso was a glowing
spark, full of ancient knowlage and power. "The Decepticon Matrix
of Leadership."
Ranma then saw the future. Melds of organics and technology, beast
machines of power... I am Transformed.
As he came out of his trance, he blinked a few times, and then looked
at his mentor, his mouth open. "A Matrix?"
"The Decepticon Matrix of Leadership. Waspinator carry this for
his whole life, building its power to the fullest. Now, Waspinator give
this to you Ranma, so you become a real Primal. Is Waspinator last gift
to you."
"Last..." his words dawned on him and he leapt to his feet in alarm.
"Sensei! You can't die on me!"
"Waspinator live long good life. For million of years, Waspinator
teach people secret of Transformation. Now, Waspinator pass
legacy to you. Take Matrix, embrace it and become whole."
Ranma approached his teacher, and with his hands, took the Matrix
from the Transformers fingers. It flared with a holy light, and his
chest place flipped open, revealing a place for it. Ranma fit the
Matrix into his own chest and it closed.
Waspinator smiled. "Waspinator give you final gift. Waspinator
proclaim you : Tigatros Primal." Then, Waspinator vanished, his
spark streaming into Ranma's chest.
Ranma grasped for him but it was too late.
Ranma choaked on his tears as his longtime friend, father and mentor
vanished into the Matrix. He was a good Transformer. Worthy of
the task set to him. "B..beast mode..."
His body seemed to flip about as he transformed into the bengal tiger.
Padding out of the door, he noticed that the walking staff of his
was now starting to become dust, leaving the stone head behind. He
picked it up between his teeth and walked out to fashion a monument.
"Ranma?"
Ranma looked up at Kitty who sat down beside him on the stairs of the
Monestary. "Care to talk?"
"Well....."
"You don't have to if you don't want to, but it's always good to talk
about your problems."
"It's just that.... well.... gramps is dead, and.... he named me.... Primal."
"Whoa, that's a really big honor Ranma!" Kitty gushed, hugging the
other. "But.... what's still bothering you?"
"It's... the Matrix within me. The Decpticon Matrix of Leadership.
I'm..... different, can't you see? I've lost the innocence, replaced
by wisdom, and I need to undertake the Trials."
"But you passed the first one, the second shouldn't be so bad."
Kitty smiled as she kissed him on the cheek. "I'm your best
friend Ranma. No matter how you change."
Ranma nodded. "I suppose, when you change, people around
you don't."
"Exactly," she said, giving him a hug. "Now, did your Robot mode
change with the Matrix?"
"Subtly. I look like Rodimus Prime... sorta."
"Ooh, that is cool." Kitty and Ranma shared a quiet moment for a
bit before she asked, "Ranma? Exactly what are you planning to do
now?"
"I... don't know really. I have to undergo the Leadership Trial. Then,
come back for the Acceptance Trial. I think.... I'll undergo the
Leadership Trial in the outside world."
"If that's what you want....." Kitty said sadly.
"You sound so sad," Ranma said, turning to face her. "Anything
wrong?"
"Hmm? Well..... it's just that my training isn't over yet.... and I
wanted to go with you. Where will you head first?"
"I was thinking back to Japan, through Byankala Range. Then, I'll
see from there."
"Promise me you'll call every day."
"I will. Kitty? Thanks, for being my friend."
Kitty smiled. "Anytime."
Behind a pillar, Puma smiled. This would get that pesky Tigatros
out of his hair perminantly. But, Waspinator calling him Primal. His
hand clenched. That would just not do.
End Time Log 1
A Ranma 1/2 and Beasties/Beast Machines/Batman/Gold Digger
Transformers Fusion
Written by Shaun Garin
Oh man, Dinobot against six Preds. There won't be
enough of him left to make a toaster.
Prologue
Genma was sure of it. He was going to die, or die a horrible
death by his best friend, or his wife by that damned family
sword of hers. In any case, he was going to freeze if he
didn't get out of this damned snow storm soon.
His thoughts flickered to Ranma, a mere boy of seven. How
could he survive in this cold? Also, DID he survive?
Pushing aside thoughts like that, he reasoned that his boy
could survive. Like he did. If not, then he'd be doing a hell
alot of running.
Time Log 1 : Beginnings
The little boy stumbled into the shrine atop the snowly
peaks, shivering as he forced the doors closed. Within
moments, monks of fatherly figure came and started to tend
to them.
If Ranma was awake to notice their approach, he would have
noticed at first glance that they seem to be a curious mixture
of men and animals. The lead monk reached down and picked
him up, his body adorned with furry skins. "He needs
treatment. Then we take him to the Ancient One."
A second, a striped dark brown man with the traditional robe
nodded and brought forth a stretcher. They laid the child
down on the stretcher and brought him into the back chambers
where he under went treatment.
The monk who started to treat him was actually a woman in lion
skins, large floppy ears sticking out of her head, fur seemingly
grown into her forearms, a twitching tuffed tail and had dark
furred golden hands. "He's gone under severe training. From
these markings, some fool had decided to train him in the Nekoken."
The other monk, a tall, slender man with a smiling face and in
place of where the woman had fur, he had reptilian skin. Golden
eyes stared out at the boy and he touched his forehead. "He
is suffering from extreme cold. We should get him under the
CR Chamber immediately."
"But that is only reserved for we monks in the shrine and the
Ancient One."
The man nodded but said, "He will understand. Please help
me carry him there."
Minutes later, the unconcious little boy was lowered into a
shimmering pool of transparent liquid, a rebreather on his face.
Ranma awoke, looking instantly for his dad. Where was he?
Did he survive the storm? Where am I for that matter?
Slipping cool feet into slippers conviently placed there, he
stood up and started to explore the room. Barely two meters
from the door, a pleasent female voice said, "Oh, so you are
awake?"
The woman was vaguely... catlike... Ranma looked at her. The
hairs on the back of his neck raised up in fear. The woman set
down a tray of food and said, "Don't worry. I won't hurt you."
"Who... who are you?" Ranma asked, backing up into the wall.
She smiled and said, "You are in the Monestary of the
Transmorphs. Come, you must be hungry. I have food ready
for you."
Ranma's mouth watered at the sound of food and he rushed to
eat the meal set before him, his hunger overriding his fear.
Within minutes, all the food was devistated, sent down the
malnutrioned body. "Thank you," he said, following an example
that a friend taught him, "It was very good."
"What is your name child?"
"Ranma. Ranma Saotome."
"I am Lioness. A monk in this Monestary. Come, I would like
you to meet the elder of this monestary."
Ranma followed the woman to a large set of doors and she
rapped on it. A faint buzzing sound responded and she opened
it. "Ancient Wise One, I bring to you a boy named Ranma
Saotome."
The torches illuminated a most definately NOT human face. It
was buglike, and his whole body was a polished green, black
and yellow. Four wings spread from his back and he sat,
crosslegged, a smile on his split jaw. Ranma shuddered in fear.
The creature looked at him and in a almost comical voice said,
"Waspinator glad to meet you. Waspinator welcome you to
Transmorph Monestary."
"Transmorph?" Ranma asked curiously.
"Transmorph is a form of transformation, from human, to beast,
to robot, to hybrid," Waspinator explained. "Waspinator teach
early humans what this is."
"Ranma...." Lioness stooped down to look at the young boy.
"Did someone teach you the Neko-ken?"
Ranma nodded, his eyes watering. No, poppa said men don't
cry. "Poppa.... threw me into a pit of hungry c-c-c-felines.....
they were biting and scratching.... clawing.... make the pain go
away..."
Lioness pulled him close, hugging him tightly. "Don't worry.
We'll take care of the Cat-fist. Just listen to what Master
Waspinator says."
Waspinator walked forward, supporting himself on a small
gnarled walking cane, the origins dating back 65,000,000 years.
In fact, on closer inspection, it was the war hammer that Dinobot
used to fight Megatron in the battle that cost him his life the first
time. The wood tapped the ground a few times before he bent
over to look at him with his bug eyes. "Ranma," he said, laying a
hand on the boy's shoulder, "would you like to learn the secrets
of this school of Transformation?"
Ranma wiped away his tears. "I...." he looked at Lioness who
smiled and ruffled his hair. He smiled, sniffing. "Can you make
the bad dreams go away?"
"Of course." Waspinator smiled, turning to Lioness. "Lioness,
start his education. I can see that his education was largely
ignored and he needs to learn the maths, sciences, languages
and such to get around in this world. And when you feel ready,
teach him Cybertron Sciences, Maths, and Quantum Physics.
Anything you feel is nessasary."
"And what of the Cat-fist?" Lioness inquired.
"We will help him cope."
Waspinator watched her go with the boy and felt a ache in his
joints. He was old. Several million years old by now. He just
hoped that he had a successor to his art of Transformation
and Bonding.
Three years later after Ranma's arrival, he was a boy of ten
years old, strong, fast, and intelligant. He had eagerly soaked
up all the material that Lioness had thrown at him, and
surpassed Master Waspinator's wildest dreams. Already he
could construct Diecast materials, read Cybertron scripts
both modern and ancient, and other such things such as
Quantum Physics, Transwarp, Jump Gates, and whatever she
had felt was nessesary to get along in the real world.
The Ranma who stood in the middle of the room was tall,
strong and intelligant. But he was also cocky, brash, and
never willing to back down from a fight. Thus, he was also
naive of the outside world, for he had not made very many
trips down the mountian side.
The Cat Fist had been dealt with. He did not run screaming from
the cat people of the monestary like before, even though he
maintained some discomfort around them. But with the new
fusion he was about to undergo, he would finally embrace the
spirit of the cat within him.
Now, he was ready. He had recieved his vision from the Oricle
and now, he was ready to undergo the ritual of beast taming.
Already, he knew the animal he would fuse with and become
one with, cybernetically, phyically, mentally, and spiritually.
As he opened the doors to the inner sanctum, Waspinator
tapped his way towards the young boy and said, "We are
ready. Good luck."
As the doors closed behind Ranma, a large white bengal tiger
came out of the darkness, its green eyes looking at him
curiously. Ranma approached it, and sat down, crosslegged.
Long minutes passed as he stared into its eyes, feeling a kindrid
soul within the tiger. The wanderlust he felt, the pride, the
sensitivity, and the love for life. A wise intelligance as he reached
out his hand towards the tiger. A large white paw rose and
Ranma's hand passed into it like a ghostly apprition, and then,
they became one.
He wandered through time and space, revelling in his newfound
knowlage and power. Saw earth, nearly 65,000,000 years ago. A
tiger, green and white, wise, loved nature...
Tigatron...
I am...
Ranma felt such bliss, such lust for life, and such wisdom held
within the wise old tiger. As he opened his eyes, blue eyes
staring out from the thick pelt of fur, he sat on his haunches
and roared to the sky.
Waspinator then came into the room with Lioness and smiled
through his scary exterior. "Ah Ranma. Cat-bot I see. Yes."
Ranma grinned, showing large teeth. "I have chosen my name.
A name from the past and future. I... am Tigatros." He hunched
on his legs and said, "Tigatros, Maximize!"
His body swung back as he rose up on hind legs, and he was
painted in a green and white matt, a wise, seemingly whiskered
face looking out on the world. His eyes were human, a deep
shade of blue.
Waspinator laughed in delight. "Tigerbot bring back memories.
Now, you learn your other modes." But then he paused.
"Tigerbot need addition to name when ready. I give you final
name when it time."
Ranma nodded. "Yes sensei."
Ranma walked out of the room, only to be met with a flying ball
of tawny orange fur. The pair rolled around the monestary, people
casually moving around them as they screeched to a halt at the
doors, Ranma pinned down by the orange furred girl. "Caught ya!"
she proclaimed.
"Okay, okay, you win."
Kitty was Ranma's friend from the very start. To counteract
Ranma's fear of cats, the pair had slept together in the same bed
as children. Kitty was a lovely young girl, Ranma's age with long
spotted hair and a orange colorization in her patterns.
Kitty helped her best friend up as she smiled cutely. "I'm going
down to the village. Wanna come along?" "What for?"
Kitty giggled. "Shopping silly! This may be a monestary, but it's
not like any OTHER monestary we've seen before. And Mousse
is down there with Master Caine. I'm sure they would like some
company."
Ranma shrugged. "Sure. It'd be nice to see the blind guy again."
"Hey," Kitty pouted, "what did your mom tell you about teasing
the Amazon?"
Ranma rolled his eyes. "Okay, okay. I get the message. C'mon,
before the stores close."
Together, the pair transformed into their Beast modes and loped
down the mountianside towards the village.
"In..... Out..... In..... Out...."
WHOMP!
The trio of Martial artists went rolling around before screeching
to a halt against the trees of the garden Master Caine sported.
"Can't you guys say hello in a NORMAL way?" Mousse
grumbled as he replaced his glasses.
"Sorry man, tradition." Ranma said, grinning.
Mousse snorted. "So, you guys shopping here today?" He got
up and brushed off his chinese robes.
"Yeah," Kitty said, smiling. "Want to come along?"
Mousse sighed. "I can't," he said, "Master Caine want's me to
meditate for the evening."
"Aw man, c'mon, let's hit the town tonight. The festival is going
on right now." Ranma grabbed him in a noogie. "I'll stop when
you say yes."
"Owowowowow, mercymercymercymercy, uncleuncleuncle!
Okay OKAY!" Mousse got out of the headlock. "Man, you
two don't even give a rest do you."
"Not when there's fun to be had." Kitty grabbed his hand
and pulled him out of the building. "C'mon!"
"Tigatros!"
Ranma looked up to see a black furred asian boy stalk up
to him. "Oh hey Puma."
"Don't give me that Tigatros," Puma snarled. "I want you
to keep your distance from Kitty. She's MINE, you hear me?"
Older by about a year or so, Puma was a tall man with the
attitude of a rich snob. He was once Ranma's friend but
became his self proclaimed rival for everything, including
Kitty, Ranma's best friend, especially when Kitty had s
tarted hanging around Ranma more than she did with
Puma. This made the man very jealous.
"She's not yours, she's her own person," Ranma said.
"You wanna make something of it?"
"Maybe I do." Puma got into a fighting stance as Ranma
frowned.
"You don't need to do this," Ranma countered, getting into
his own stance."
"Kitty is my girl, got it?"
"And who declaired I was YOUR GIRL?!" Kitty shouted,
hitting him over the head, breaking the mood.
"Give it up Puma," Ranma shook his head. "You're NOT
going to be able to win her like that."
"I DON'T CARE TIGATROS!" Puma shouted before slinking
away, rubbing his head in pain.
"And YOU!" Ranma made a few sounds of pain as Lioness
dragged him away by the ear. "You should be ashamed of
yourself!"
Kitty hung her head. "Men."
Two years later...
"Ranma?"
Ranma looked up from where he was working at the large
computers in the monestary. "Oh, hi mom."
Lioness walked in, holding a basket of food. "You're up
late."
Ranma nodded as he picked up a piece of bread and ate it.
"Yeah."
"Care to tell me what's wrong?" she asked, sitting down
beside her adoptive son.
Ranma cast a glance at the computer screen. She looked
as well to see Genma's picture on the front. "Your father?"
"Yeah. I just found this in the Japanese Official Archives.....
it's a Governement File."
"Ranma!" Lioness exclaimed, shocked. "You know you
shouldn't be hacking into the Governement files! Remember
what happened when you and Kitty decided to hack into the
pentagon?"
The young Tiger man chuckled. "I remember." Sobering
quickly, he scrolled down the pages. "These are the crimes
he committed, using ME as collateral."
"But he thinks you're dead, right?"
"Yeah mom, he does. But that doesn't stop him from using a
dead man as a bargaining chip." Ranma sighed as he pinched
the bridge of his nose. "I'm just starting to wonder how much
pop got away with when I was ALIVE in his memory."
Lioness scowled. "I will have a TALK with your biological
father if I see him."
"Don't hurt him too much mom," Ranma said with a chuckle.
The pair kept on reading into the night. It was a LONG list.
A month later...
"I'm Hooome!"
WHOMP!
Kitty laughed as she and Ranma tumbled head over heels as
he came barreling out the door in a flying tackle, rolling
around the snowy courtyard. Lioness and Bagaraha looked
up from their sweeping of the steps. "Try not to break
anything!" Lioness called out.
"Okay!" Both shouted, rolling around in the snow.
"Children," Bagaraha chuckled in his low baritone. "Remember
when we were that young and energetic?"
Lioness giggled. "Of course. Your daughter seems to have a
fondness for my son."
"They grew up together," Bagaraha said, packing the snow into
a snowman. "But I grow weary of Razorback's son Puma trying
to win Kitty for his own."
"It happens at times," Lioness said.
Ranma "oof"ed as he hit the ground. "Nice tackle."
"I learned from the best," the curvy young girl purred. "C'mon,
lets get some ice cream!"
"Don't you think about anything but food?" Ranma asked,
chuckling. "And it's COLD out here!"
"Yeah, but Master Waspinator keeps it hot in the monestary."
"He's an old bug, of course he likes it hot."
"Old bug am Waspinator?" A couple of snowballs hit the pair in
the head as Waspinator laughed, packing a snowball. "Waspinator
still good for another few millenia."
"You're gonna get it now Gramps!" Ranma said, packing some
snow into a hardened projectile.
"Bring it on," Waspinator teased, waving the warhammer like a bat.
Lioness and Bagaraha were laughing. "Trust Master Waspinator to
play like a child," Bagaraha said, smiling.
Six years later...
"Concentrate... let the beast without become the robot within. And
beyond that, the human spark. Yes... good... that's it.... almost there."
Ranma reached into his center, the universe spiraling about his eyes.
He felt the call of the ancient sparks as he spoke words. "The Matrix...
and beyond that... the Oricle..."
Waspinator smiled warmly and then, his chest plate swung outwards.
There, sitting in the middle of his mechanical torso was a glowing
spark, full of ancient knowlage and power. "The Decepticon Matrix
of Leadership."
Ranma then saw the future. Melds of organics and technology, beast
machines of power... I am Transformed.
As he came out of his trance, he blinked a few times, and then looked
at his mentor, his mouth open. "A Matrix?"
"The Decepticon Matrix of Leadership. Waspinator carry this for
his whole life, building its power to the fullest. Now, Waspinator give
this to you Ranma, so you become a real Primal. Is Waspinator last gift
to you."
"Last..." his words dawned on him and he leapt to his feet in alarm.
"Sensei! You can't die on me!"
"Waspinator live long good life. For million of years, Waspinator
teach people secret of Transformation. Now, Waspinator pass
legacy to you. Take Matrix, embrace it and become whole."
Ranma approached his teacher, and with his hands, took the Matrix
from the Transformers fingers. It flared with a holy light, and his
chest place flipped open, revealing a place for it. Ranma fit the
Matrix into his own chest and it closed.
Waspinator smiled. "Waspinator give you final gift. Waspinator
proclaim you : Tigatros Primal." Then, Waspinator vanished, his
spark streaming into Ranma's chest.
Ranma grasped for him but it was too late.
Ranma choaked on his tears as his longtime friend, father and mentor
vanished into the Matrix. He was a good Transformer. Worthy of
the task set to him. "B..beast mode..."
His body seemed to flip about as he transformed into the bengal tiger.
Padding out of the door, he noticed that the walking staff of his
was now starting to become dust, leaving the stone head behind. He
picked it up between his teeth and walked out to fashion a monument.
"Ranma?"
Ranma looked up at Kitty who sat down beside him on the stairs of the
Monestary. "Care to talk?"
"Well....."
"You don't have to if you don't want to, but it's always good to talk
about your problems."
"It's just that.... well.... gramps is dead, and.... he named me.... Primal."
"Whoa, that's a really big honor Ranma!" Kitty gushed, hugging the
other. "But.... what's still bothering you?"
"It's... the Matrix within me. The Decpticon Matrix of Leadership.
I'm..... different, can't you see? I've lost the innocence, replaced
by wisdom, and I need to undertake the Trials."
"But you passed the first one, the second shouldn't be so bad."
Kitty smiled as she kissed him on the cheek. "I'm your best
friend Ranma. No matter how you change."
Ranma nodded. "I suppose, when you change, people around
you don't."
"Exactly," she said, giving him a hug. "Now, did your Robot mode
change with the Matrix?"
"Subtly. I look like Rodimus Prime... sorta."
"Ooh, that is cool." Kitty and Ranma shared a quiet moment for a
bit before she asked, "Ranma? Exactly what are you planning to do
now?"
"I... don't know really. I have to undergo the Leadership Trial. Then,
come back for the Acceptance Trial. I think.... I'll undergo the
Leadership Trial in the outside world."
"If that's what you want....." Kitty said sadly.
"You sound so sad," Ranma said, turning to face her. "Anything
wrong?"
"Hmm? Well..... it's just that my training isn't over yet.... and I
wanted to go with you. Where will you head first?"
"I was thinking back to Japan, through Byankala Range. Then, I'll
see from there."
"Promise me you'll call every day."
"I will. Kitty? Thanks, for being my friend."
Kitty smiled. "Anytime."
Behind a pillar, Puma smiled. This would get that pesky Tigatros
out of his hair perminantly. But, Waspinator calling him Primal. His
hand clenched. That would just not do.
End Time Log 1