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Prologue:

A young woman sighed as she turned off the TV, clearly aggravated with the new channel she had just watched. With a few choice words, she then turned off the surround sound and headed to her room. "This world is friggin' nuts" she muttered and rubbed her temples "but oh well, it's the world I live in" and changed into her last article of sleep clothing. Content, she burrowed under her sheets, the only covers on her bed as it was a hot summer day. But after lying there, she suddenly reminded herself "It's still not too late…hmmm" and her hand flew to her phone. With eager movements, she pulled up one of her phones' many applications: Youtube. Swift fingers typed in her search and a list of videos were on the display. Tapping on a random one, she watched with a small smile and wistful eyes as the characters from a world almost as old as she was (by thirteen months) went about interacting with one another. It wasn't as if she actually grew up with the show, however at the chance to observe them…she found herself immediately attached. She continued to watch numerous videos until her eyelids got heavy. With a yawn, she closed out all the phones' windows and then finally turned off the phone itself. After placing the cellular device back in its spot on her nightstand, the young woman adjusted some more. And in finding a comfortable position, she started to fall asleep. As her consciousness slipped, a sad smirk etched itself onto her face as a last second thought played in her mind "That would be something…".

She fell away from the world. Oblivious to where she would wake up the morning after…

Chapter 1: Entering the Beast Wars

The bed was significantly softer than I had remembered it, so much so that I continued to lay on the soft surface. However, there were a couple of things that bothered me: one being that it was quite hot; the other was that earthy scent. Don't get me wrong, I loved natural scents but something about what I sniffed was just off. My eyes shot open, and sure enough, I wasn't in bed –or indoors for that matter. I grumbled and rubbed my eyes. After seeing that my vision refused to show any more detail I continued to rub my eyes. What the Holy Hand Grenade? Everything was…different. As in 'low quality' dimensions different. This is one lucid dream I got goin' on here, I can feel the humidity and everything –wait, it's too humid…am I in a rain forest?! I slowly got up onto my feet and started walking, with the reminder that I needed to find a way to wake up and soon. In the meantime, I enjoyed studying the dimensions I saw everything in, this all seems familiar. There was plenty of shade, the sun easily blocked out by the densely packed trees of the tropical forest I trudged through. As I walked on, I eventually came across a break in the dense forest. That break being a good-sized river. I then took that as an opportunity to look up into the sky. The sun shone brilliantly and almost…comforted me. I was so dazzled I failed to notice that my legs wobbled violently and I fell on my butt, which rather hurt because the ground was mainly jagged rocks and pebbles. I grimaced as I stood back up while rubbing my tender posterior, my eyes quickly set back on the sun and then to the river. Which looked deep and violent enough to swallow me? I sighed dejectedly and was going to turn around and attempt to retrace my steps. But the rustling of the bushes some short distance away from me made me pause with the stillness of a statue…I don't think I even breathed at that moment. So what did I do? (I'll give you a hint: something stupid).

"Hello-?" I called but immediately regret it, especially when the rustling in the bushes got louder and with a peek over my shoulder, something rather large emerged shortly after. That something was a HUMONGOUS fire ant. I didn't scream, but rather let out a suppressed squeak and hauled ass toward the river, while sure to give a loud 'NOPE!' –I mean sure I thought I was dreaming, but come on who wouldn't run from those pincers? And besides that, my hopes of at least giving a dignified chase were cut short when I plummeted into the river like a panicked lemming. And boy, that water felt nice! Well, except for being tugged around violently by the current that is. I probably would have drowned in less than a minute or been impaled by a piece of river debris, but that didn't happen as a -what sounded like a very small 'hovercraft'- snatched me right out of the current. They carried me a good twenty feet or so. Curious as to what, or who, saved my sorry ass so quickly -and conveniently- I looked directly up. And right into two bright red optics. I was as good as brain-dead up until my 'savior' planted me firmly on the ground, where I then had the wonderful opportunity to at least examine what appeared to be some dude that appeared to be a combination of robot and…ant? Robot and…ant? It can't be! I have to be dreaming for sure… I stared in dumb silence before I heard movement behind me, which I promptly threw myself behind the ant-robot guy while my thoughts raced wildly, oh dear God, who else is going to emerge from those bushes? Another Transformer? A famous celebrity? My childhood nemesis-?!

A shape emerged from the bushes, and cackled. It appeared to be a giant metal spider. I gaped, another Transformer it is then! Wait, this can't be a coincidence: the dimensions, Inferno showing up… my mouth dropped even lower, and that's Tarantulas…this can't be. There was a snarl in front me and I was about to collapse once I heard Infernos' voice. His actual voice:

"What business do you have here spider?" it was deep and menacing. And to follow it up, there was an eerie chuckle. The eerie chuckle.

"I wanted to investigate the anomaly…" there was a pause as 'the spider' eyed me "I never expected it to bring a delectable snack"

My face went white (err, white-er) as I looked up into the terrifying face of my shield "She is to be taken immediately to the Royalty, and there is to be no delay. Do I make myself clear?" And damn it, Inferno did a fine job at it.

I then seized that time to speak, a little relieved that Inferno had my back "so…".

Sets of eyes were on me.

"If I accompany you to see this 'Royalty', you can guarantee my safety?" I spoke directly to the ant, knowing for certain that he wouldn't let Tarantulas touch me. And even if I had thought the whole thing was a dream and I would wake up any minute, I was beyond thankful that Inferno nodded a confirmation. That was all I needed. So with a small shrug, I leered at Tarantulas (who was twitching his mandibles) and flipped him the bird. Although it seemed crazy to side with the equally terrifying figure in front of me, it was my best option… well, not really, I eyed the forest behind me with the strongest urge to start running again. For all I knew Megatron would get bored of and then dispose of me.

Yeah running appealed to me. So… as the two resumed their argument (after Ranty said some fairly rude things to the pyro-Predacon) I ran like hell. That little deception had earned a loud cackle and outraged yell from behind me. I pumped my legs harder. I didn't chance a glance over my shoulder in the paranoid fear of tripping over a root (cliché right?) as I crashed through the thick foliage. After what seemed like a half-hour and aching leg muscles later I found myself slowing down to a clumsy jog. Which ended badly as I tripped over a frickin' root and landed right onto my stomach. No noise was made as I pitifully rolled around on the forest floor with my eyes closed shut, waiting at least ten seconds before I started breathing again. And that was where the situation ultimately sank itself into my stubborn mind (I must have been in a daze or something) and I held my head while processing everything and everyone I had stumbled upon:

This is too real to be a dream…I felt everything, and their voices…Could I possibly be in -no, don't think like that, what about your family? Will I ever…-

My thoughts were cut short once I heard rustling from in front of me. My breath immediately hitched as something big and grey cautiously stepped through the brush. A grey wolf with white/metallic gold wings looked at me quizzically.

'Silverbolt?!' I mouthed, dumbfounded. Yeah, I still had some difficulty grasping the predicament I was in, and whacked my head "Stupid! It's a wolf! A dream wolf in a dream-" I glanced upwards "But wolves don't have wings –and this not a dream!" I assaulted both sides of my head with my palms. But I stopped when I caught the sound of a series of mechanical clicks and whirs. As I looked right up into the concerned yellow optics of a tall silver/white figure, my brain frizzed as 'he' knelt down and grasped both my hands

"please stop, you'll hurt yourself-!"

Greaaat now Silverbolt thinks I'm mental. But do first impressions even matter here?! I gotta wake UP

"-do you require medical attention?"

I blinked rapidly and frowned. My head hurt like a son-of-a-bitch "Absolutely not! As the matter-of-fact I'm perfectly okay-" I reassured myself that I was dreaming and that I needed to combat it "Just need to wake myself up!" I chirped and pinched myself. Hard. So hard, that I drew blood, oh my. And thus, that earned a thoughtful hum from my bigger acquaintance as he put a finger to his audio unit and proceeded to contact somebody. I groaned as he reported to whom I assumed was Optimus and referred to me as a poor injured female. Ugh. As he just started to wrap things up, we both heard the sound of a 'hovercraft' close in on us. The sound abruptly cut off as a familiar large red figure with piercing red optics crashed through the branches above us, Silverbolt just barely getting my statuesque figure out of the way in time before my previous acquaintance landed right where I was. I stifled an 'eep' as ant-boy leered at both of us. Mostly bird-dog though.

"It seems that the guardian of the Royaltys' prize just so happens to be you…Traitor" his eyes narrowed as he readied his flamethrower "this will be a treat" and raised it. Considering I was standing in front of 'the traitor' I had two options: (a) jump out of the way like a little bitch or (b) stand my ground and deter the apparent maniac from firing (because I was of some importance). Unfortunately I didn't get to make either choice because the numb-nuts behind me decided to play hero and tossed me toward the safety of the nearest bush. And with that opportunity, ass-blaster let out a roar of maniacal laughter and attempted to roast the fur off of my silvery acquaintance. And as much as I wanted to stay and witness the two beings wail on each other like Rock 'Em Sock 'Em Robots Beast Wars Style, I really didn't want to get caught in the fiery jets of ant-boys' hellgun so I did what any self-preserving girl would do.

I hauled ass.

As much as my (bare) feet hurt I didn't stop running until I reached another clearing. And at that point, I was exhausted. I wanted to go to bed –although I would typically stay awake/be active until nightfall. Yes, I felt pretty damn pathetic. But my rapidly beating heart eased up once I heard the sound of some other 'aircraft' that didn't match the sound of my deranged saviors' propellers.

"Maybe I will see the Axalon" I mused as a figure gracefully descended toward the clearing, the figures' mode of transport revealed to be a hover board "and maybe that's where I'll wake?" and boy, did he look surprised to see me. I didn't move as he landed in the clearing and gracefully transformed his hover board into parts of his legs. He held out his hand, a faint look of apology present in his optics as I graciously took it. And of course I wobbled a little because I was under mental and physical strain "I'm gonna collapse now, please catch me" my eyes rolled and I collapsed. I didn't get to hear the 'oomf' he probably uttered, but I was too passed out to apologize.