QUICK AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this story last summer, and it's complete save for an epilogue. It's going to take me a bit to upload all 16 chapters, so hang in there!
I HEAR A NEW WORLD
A Transformers Animated Fan Fiction by Katie Y
PROLOGUE
Sunshine lit up and warmed up the surface of the planet Earth that faced the shining ball in the sky. The light was absorbed into the leaves of the trees of the woods, supplementing the plant while it blocked the forest floor from the harsh mid-day light, creating a perfect, semi-shady environment with a comfortable temperature.
A young cheetah was happily bounding through the land sheltered by the healthy foliage, pouncing on leaves that the wind stirred and sometimes shooting up the branches of the trees to look on ahead. But this was no ordinary cheetah, for he appeared to have mechanical parts showing on multiple parts of his body, thus techno-organic.
"Hah! I got you!" the cheetah, who was called Cheetor, cried happily as he pinned a leaf to the ground. He picked it up in his jaws and trotted ahead with his green eyes sweeping back and forth.
This was Cheetor's first time out without a senior Maximal keeping him in check. The young techno-organic was excited, eager to prove to his commander that he was a good warrior despite his age and that he'd received little training in combat.
Cheetor was feeling quite happy, sure his first outing would be nice and quiet without a hullaballoo. He hadn't seen nor sensed the energy signatures of his enemies no matter how hard he tried. It was perfect!
Suddenly the techno-organic cheetah felt a strange sensation which caused his pelt to bristle and circuits to tingle. He'd felt this energy once or twice before, but this seemed like an unnatural flux in its feeling. Cheetor wondered what it was called, and as he remembered the name, a blinding flash erupted in front of him.
The cheetah was knocked back by the force, tumbling backwards with an "oof." He quickly scrambled to his paws. That was a transwarp explosion, Cheetor thought, frightened. From what little he knew about transwarp energy, he had a feeling it was pretty bad.
Instead of calling his superiors like he knew he should, Cheetor cautiously approached the place where the explosion had occurred. The young 'bot's eyes flew open as he saw what had been transported into the serene forest—two Cybertronians, such as himself. They both gave off techno-organic signatures as he did, though they were somewhat different. The first one was mainly green, and completely dismembered. The other, a purple and black 'bot, was intact, although looked like they were in bad shape.
Cheetor crept forward to investigate. They both seemed offline at first but suddenly, the one in shreds began twitching and muttering unintelligibly. Cheetor recoiled, watching its arm drag the head as it tried to collect the bits of its wrecked body.
"Ew," he whispered under his breath, and then turned to the purple 'bot. He approached it and bent down to examine its faceplate, which was down against the ground. It suddenly turned its head to the side with a groan. Cheetor recognized it was a female 'bot. She tried to pull herself off the ground weakly, and the cheetah saw the faction symbol on her chestplate.
"By the Allspark!" he gasped, darting off. Cheetor wildly contacted his base via comm-link and frenziedly shouted "Primal, Primal! I think there was this transwarp explosion or something and these two 'bots appeared and one of them's wearing a Decepticon symbol so I think they're both Decepticons and—"
"Calm down, Cheetor. We'll be there right away," the commander responded, "Just send us the coordinates."
A few cycles passed before Cheetor saw his comrades coming. There were three of them, all techno-organics. The leader, who had the form of a techno-organic ape, approached the young 'bot. "Show us these Decepticons," he said firmly.
Cheetor nodded jerkily and ran ahead, with the leader and the two accompanying Maximals right behind him. The four approached the sight of the explosion. One of the 'bots, a large rat, whistled in shock.
"Woo, looks like a big explosion jes' happened here!"
The ape turned to the rat. "Yes, it does, Rattrap. Cheetor, did you say that green one was online?" he asked.
"Yeah, Primal, he was moving and muttering—" the cheetah glanced back at the destroyed body, and noticed it had ceased motion.
The third Maximal, a techno-organic rhino, approached the seemingly lifeless form. "His spark's still online, somehow. Doesn't look like he'll survive much longer, though," he delivered in a deep voice.
Rattrap, who had been looking at the purple femmebot, suddenly jumped. "Woah, this 'un's movin', Boss Monkey!"
The three techno-organic beasts gathered in front of the battered Decepticon, watching as she half-pulled herself up. She looked at the Maximals with shock visible in all four of her optics.
"Oh, you've got to be kidding me," she said weakly before falling back down into an unmoving heap.
The four 'bots looked at her, then at one another. Rhinox bent down to nudge her with his horn, but she didn't respond. "She's still online, though in a very deep stasis," the rhino said.
"What are we gonna do wit'er?" Rattrap asked.
The commander, Optimus Primal, closed his eyes and was silent, obviously in deep thought. He slowly opened his eyes after a few kliks, sympathetically staring down at the femmebot.
"There's something special about her. We can't leave her out here to die of energon interference. We'll bring her back with us, and keep her in custody until she's back online," Primal decided, and Rhinox nodded with approval. Cheetor had no idea why they'd want to bring a Decepticon back with them, but he wouldn't question his leader.
Optimus Primal walked over to the fallen femmebot and lifted her gently, his dexterous ape form helping a great deal, onto the back of powerful Rhinox.
"What about the other one?" Cheetor asked quietly, flicking his tail towards the green Decepticon.
"There's not much hope for him," Rhinox murmured, almost sadly, "He's probably joined the Well of All Sparks by now. We need to get this one back before she suffers too much energon interference"
The four Maximals, plus their unconscious Decepticon prisoner, headed for their base.
The sun beat down brutally on the barren landscape. The heat was near-unbearable to most of the creatures that lived in the miserable environment. With no shelter of lush trees or tall rocks, the high temperature made for one devastating environment. A flying dinosaur circled overhead, which was rather odd since they had been extinct for millions of years. This particular dinosaur was a red pteranodon with obvious robotic parts, making him a techno-organic.
The pteranodon, known as Terrorsaur, cawed angrily, looking for anything that could be happening. Nothing, as always, was occurring before him. He was extremely bored. Every single solar-cycle of his lifecycle since he had arrived on this planet was achingly the same—solitary patrol over empty, ugly, unfavorable land. He hated it.
"This is just great, skirraaaaah!" he crowed angrily, swooping towards the border between the territories of the Predacons and Maximals as that was where he supposed to be patrolling. He yearned to be under the shelter of the forest instead of the frying sun. "I wish something exciting was happening! Karraw!"
As if someone had heard his plea, a sudden, large flash lit up the edge of the forest, followed by a huge spike of transwarp energy.
Terrorsaur was startled and he quickly beat his wings in an about face, flying a good amount away from the interface in his fear. "Yikes, sirrawwwk!" he screeched, then inwardly scolding himself for shying off like that. The pteranodon maneuvered back around to face the Maximal forest. "I should investigate, kirraw. That will be more exciting then staring at the stupid, dusty ground!" he decided.
Carefully, he swooped down into the forest. There were no Maximals in sight, just a dismembered 'bot scattered all over the grassy ground. He picked up the faintest sign of life coming from the mess of circuitry and metal. How was it alive?
Terrorsaur jumped down in front of the 'bot and inspected it closely. He saw the Decepticon emblem emblazoned on a section of its chassis.
"Huzzah! Kraaawk!" the techno-organic pteranodon happily declared. A Decepticon ally is what he needed, and if he could save this wreck, then perhaps he'd be able to overthrow Megatron and take control of the Predacon force Terrorsaur was part of.
Terrorsaur began picking up bits and pieces of the 'bot in his beak and talons to fly back to his base. If he could get all of them into the CR Tanks, perhaps the Decepticon would recover and be his friend.
As the winged dinosaur returned with his first load of robot bits, he received odd glances from his fellow Predacons.
"Terrorsaur, what in the name of Cybertron is that mess you're bringing in here?" the second-in-command, Scorponok, questioned him.
"Kirrak! It is a Decepticon!" Terrorsaur explained, "He is online and I think he will be repaired if I get all of his pieces into the CR Tank, perhaps he may join us."
Scorponok looked doubtful. "You do that," he said as he walked off to tell Megatron.
Two other Predacons, who went as Iguanus and Quickstrike watched Terrorsaur bring the bits back gradually, each looking equally amused by the seemingly-silly thing the pteranodon-bot was up to. No one really knew what he was trying to accomplish, but Terrorsaur himself was sure of what was going to happen.
It took Terrorsaur a good deal of trips to get the rest of the Decepticon into the tank, he finished as night began creeping across the sky with the first sprinkling of stars. As he dropped the last few parts of the mutilated 'bot in the CR Tank, Terrorsaur peered in at him.
"Skirraw, I hope you will survive. I have plans and I need your help," Terrorsaur whispered so that no other 'bot could hear him. The red pteranodon could've sworn he saw a flicker in the purple optics of the mech.
The Decepticon was going to live. Terrorsaur knew it.