CHAPTER 2
Tarantulas felt horrible. His body hurt all over, as if he'd been chosen as Megatron's punching bag, plus he felt queasy and uncomfortable lying on a cold, hard floor. He groaned in agony and opened his eyes, they focused on three faces. One with long silver/blue hair, one with long wispy black hair, and one with blue skin and gold hair. He had no idea who they were or why they were staring at him like that.
"So he's still alive," the one with the waving black hair said, looking at the silver/blue haired creature. "It seems you didn't kill him after all."
Kill him? Why would that thing have killed him? He sat up, still staring at the creatures. "What are you?" he asked, locking eyes with the one with black hair.
The black haired being replied. "I'm Blackarachnia."
"You are not!" he exclaimed, pointing a finger at her. "Now who are you!?" then he noticed his own hand. It was covered in some kind of pale substance. He tried to rub it off then discovered it was on both hands and wasn't going anywhere. His optics grew wide at the sight of the stubborn substance. "What?"
The blue skinned thing with the gold hair chuckled at his confusion. "It is not a trick, spider," he told Tarantulas. He pointed toward the wall. "See for yourself."
Tarantulas turned his head and saw, in the wall's shiny surface, a flesh covered face staring at him. It had magenta colored hair and yellow eyes, he looked down at his body and saw the green and magenta colored clothes and... the streamer spider arms. "What is this?" he asked, feeling a slight panic arising inside him. He forced it down. He couldn't let himself lose it, not with the others watching, especially not Blackaarchnia.
The blue skinned thing shrugged. "We do not know," he replied and Tarantulas now recognized the voice. "Dinobot?" he asked, staring.
"So you finally realized who you are talking to," Dinobot said, holding up his sword. "Now why do we not all head into the control room so I can inform your leader that you have been a victim of this madness as well."
"Oh no!" Tarantulas shouted, holding up his gun. "I'm not going anywhere with you!"
"Oh yes, you are!" Dinobot roared, knocking the gun out of the mad scientist's hand. It hit the floor and Dinobot kicked it so the spider wouldn't try to grab for it. The weapon skittered away across the hard metal floor and came to a stop at the end of the hall, far out of his reach.
Tarantulas watched it go then was forced to look back at Dinobot when the raptor-human grabbed him by the throat. "Care to try that again, spider?" he snarled into the shorter man's face. The other man shook his head. "Good." Dinobot angrily threw him into Inferno and Blackarachnia, bowling them over. "Now," he said to all three. "Get moving!"
The three Preds scrambled down the hall with Dinobot angrily stalking behind them, ready to whack the first one to challenge him again.
Optimus, Airazor, and Rattrap returned to the Maixmal base to find the shields down and the elevator lowered to the ground. The two looked at each other. Primal did not like what it meant. "What do you make of this?" Optimus asked.
Airazor shrugged. She didn't know what to think. Rhinox and Dinobot wouldn't just leave the base vunerable like this. Something must have happened. "Should we go in and find out?" she wanted to know.
Optimus set Rattrap on the ground. "I'll go," he said. "If anything happens to me, take Rattrap and get out of here."
Airazor nodded, kneeling down beside the rat humanoid.
Optimus cautiously walked toward the elevator and hopped on. He pressed the UP button and rode it into the base, crossing his arms and titling his head thoughtfully. He'd left Dinobot and Rhinox to defend the base. Both were smart enough not to leave the elevator down like this unless... unless something happened to them. Primal shook his head. No, he didn't even want to think about that.
The elevator stopped in the control room and he cautiously stepped out. He saw nothing out of place. Nothing disturbed. Everything looked normal... until he noticed the figure lying on the floor. He stared at it a moment then ran over to it, kneeling down and turning it over. He didn't know who this person might be so he just shook them, saying. "Wake up!"
The person groaned and Optimus recognized Rhinox's voice. The Maximal opened his eyes and stared up an the Maximal leader through smudged, square-shaped glasses. "What are you?" he asked, his voice a mixture of confusion and awe.
"I'm Optimus," Primal replied, helping Rhinox sit up.
Rhinox groaned and held his head in his hands. "Oh," he said through clenched teeth, his eyes still on his leader. "What happened to you?"
"The same thing that happened to you," Optimus replied, tapping his friend's forehead.
Rhinox was confused and his dark skinned face showed it. "What do you mean?" he asked.
Optimus did his best to explain. When he was done Rhinox, with the help of Optimus, stood up, "So that's what happened," he said, leaning against the computer console. His eyes held a slight fear but also a bit of wonder at the phenomena. "Then that must have been Dinobot who had been leaning over me earlier."
Optimus made a curious face. "What do you mean?"
Rhinox explained then asked. "What has happened to us?"
"I don't know." Optimus replied, folding his arms, his expression thoughtful. "But it seems to have affected everyone. I just hope the Predacons don't find out about this."
"Too late," said a familiar raspy voice behind them.
The two quickly turned around. They spotted the humanized Dinobot standing in the hallway entrance with three grumpy but colorful characters before him. "Dinobot!" Optimus exclaimed. He eyed the three shorter people standing in front of the taller man with blue skin and the raptor tail. A woman with long wispy black hair, a man with short magenta hair in a lab coat, and a blue-silver haired young man with a fang sticking out of his mouth. Somehow they reminded him of certain people. When the silver haired man muttered. "You will burnn for this." he knew right away who they were. The spiders and the fire ant Predacons.
Dinobot growled and pushed the three Predacons forward. Tarantulas eyed Optimus and Rhinox up and down. "So it seems all the Maximals have become freaks as well, tehehhehee," he chuckled.
"You are the freak, spider!" Dinobot growled, looking ready to impale someone. Truth was; he wanted to impale someone, it would make him feel better. "This is your doing is it not?" He did not look the least bit happy about what he'd turned into, even though he looked just fine. He wasn't ugly and he didn't have any other weird characteristics besides the skin color and the tail.
"No!" Tarantulas shouted, turning to glare at the humanoid raptor. "Why would I do something like this and let it happen to myself?"
"I do not know," Dinobot said, stepping dangerously close to the spider. "Maybe you thought it would be fun!?"
Optimus stepped between the two. "Dinobot, stand down!" he ordered, in no mood at the moment to play referee. "I don't think this was his doing."
Dinobot really wanted an answer and a reason to murder someone. "Then whose was it?" he demanded, putting his hands on his hips.
"We don't know," Primal replied. "And we probably won't ever know. Just drop it for now."
Dinobot glared at Primal then put his sword away. "Fine," he said. "But what are we going to do about our ...guests?"
Optimus looked at the three human Predacons. "Right now I don't know," he said, shrugging like he didn't care. "I'm more worried about Rattrap."
"Vermin?" Dinobot said, looking confused. "What is wrong with the vermin now?"
"Just a minute." Primal stepped back into the elevator and rode down it. While he was gone Rhinox and Dinobot kept an eye on the Predacons. Inferno kept on muttering how this was all the Maximal's fault and that when he got his gun back they would burn. Dinobot was two seconds from gagging the annoying ant when Optimus came back up with Rattrap and Airazor. Rattrap was in Primal's arms because he still hadn't regained consciousness.
The other two Maximals eyed their comrades. "So it spreads," Dinobot commented.
Airazor stared at him a moment then helped Optimus set Rattrap on the table in the center of the room. The rat humanoid was still unconciouse. "What happened to him?" Rhinox asked, stepping toward the table. "Besides the obvious?"
"We have no idea," Airazor replied. Her green eyes were huge. "Nothing seems wrong but he won't wake up."
Rhinox leaned over the rat to examine him. He touched Rattraps silver-gray head and felt something there. A lump. "I think I know," he said. "Rattrap hit his head on something. That's why he won't wake up."
"On what?" Airazor asked.
Rhinox took off his glasses and shrugged. "Beats me," he said. "A large rock maybe. You did have to climb over rocks to get here, right?"
Optimus and Airazor nodded in confirmation, yes they had. "But he didn't trip," Airazor said. "Maybe when we got knocked out by that blast he hit his head then."
Rhinox nodded. "That could be it," he agreed.
Just then Rattrap began to stir. Everyone, even the Predacons leaned closer.
Rattrap opened his eyes and stared at the dark face with the green hair staring back at him. "Yikes!" he exclaimed, sitting bolt upright. "What are you? Where am I?" his face was full of horror.
"Calm down, Rattrap," Optimus said, putting his hand on the rat's shoulder. "It's us. You're in the Maximal base."
Rattrap stared at Optimus with huge red eyes. He seemed to recognize the voice but he still looked scared to death. "Fearless leader?" he said cautiously. "Is that you?"
Optimus nodded. "Yes."
Rattrap looked around at everyone, taking in their new looks. When he spotted Dinobot he stared at him but recognized him easily. "Chopper-face?" he said, his voice beginning to calm down. "What happened to you? Did you fall into a pile of blue paint?"
Dinobot glared at him. "I cannot help how I look, vermin!" he shot back.
"Ya got that right," Rattrap cracked.
Dinobot stepped forward as if he was about to beat the vermin to a pulp. "How much of this must I endure?" he demanded. "I do not need your two cents on the subject."
"Heh," Rattrap said, shrugging. He looked away from the raptor and spotted the three Predacons. "Look whose come home from the circus..." he cocked his head, recognizing them all easily by the way they stood. Tarantulas with a slightly hunched posture, Blackarachnia in a slightly seductive pose and Inferno in a straight as a ruler military stance. "Nice outfit, Webs," he said to Blackarachnia. "Skin tight really becomes you."
"Why you!" the black widow exclaimed, taking a step forward but was held back by Optimus. "Nobody says that kind of thing to me and gets away with it!"
"Why not?" Rattrap asked, enjoying baiting her. "With your personality-"
"Knock it off, Rattrap," Optimus ordered, looking over at the smirking rat humanoid. Rattrap had gotten over his fright pretty easily. "Your plays on words isn't helping the situation any."
Rattrap folded his arms. "Eh, I was only tryin' to have a little fun," he pouted.
"This is not the kind of thing to take lightly," Dinobot snarled at Rattrap. The raptor humanoid clenched a fist, his fingernails digging into the blue flesh of his hand. "We are stuck in bodies that are not our own and you are joking around like it is no big deal."
"Hey, I know it's a big deal, Dinobrain, but there's nothing I can do about it," Rattrap shot back. He pushed himself off the table and looked everyone over once more. "Just how did we end up like this anyway?"
"We have no idea," Optimus told him. He folded his arms and leaned against the wall. "But, since we are, we will have to be very careful. I don't know if the rest of the Predacons have under gone this strange transformation and I sure don't want to find out the hard way."
"They have," Dinobot spoke up.
Optumus looked at the raptor. "What? How do you know"
"Megatron tried to contact you a half hour before you got arrived," he explained. "When I spoke with him he looked... different."
"How different?"
"Like us," he replied, gesturing at everyone to illustrate what he meant.. "Or similar. It seems he has become human... but with a few additions thanks to the beast form he chose."
"So he's got a tail?" Rattrap asked, holding up his own. He eyed it with disgust, clearly unhappy with the addition. "And why do I have this anyway? If they were gonna make me human couldn't they have done away with the tail?"
Dinobot's own tail wagged nervously. "It seems it is just something we will have to get used to," he commented.
"I agree," Airazor replied, glancing back at her wings. "But what are we going to do about them?" she pointed at the three Predacons that were being closely watched by Rhinox and one of his chain guns. The three Predacons looked very annoyed or very bored, Optimus couldn't tell. Inferno glared at him when he met his eyes.
"If I can contact Megatron maybe we can work something out," Optimus replied, eyeing the Predacons. "Until then, lock them in the holding cells."
"With pleasure," Dinobot said as he and Rhinox went to lead them out of the room.
When the five were gone Rattrap turned to Optimus and asked. "What do you mean "work something out"? If ya speak to Megatron I think you should just take him out on the spot."
"With what?" Optimus asked. Optimus no longer had a gun. "And if he is like us, maybe we can discuss a truce or something until we figure out what happened."
"Or until we get our real bodies back," Airazor added.
Rattrap shook his head. "I doubt that is possible..."
No, a truce was the farthest thing from Megatron's mind. If anything, he was going to keep this war going, organic bodies or not. He wasn't going to let such a small matter keep him from becoming the victor in this war. Besides, even though these bodies were organic, they still could endure the temperature caused by the lava pits below the Darkside at least somewhat. Megatron wasn't even sweating, trench coat or no trench coat. What he didn't know was that Scorponok had added a climate control program into the system and that was why the lava wasn't bothering him at the moment.
He'd sent out Waspinator to check out the Maximal base but the wasp was so freaked out about his new form that he flew off somewhere before anyone could stop him.
Megatron tried to call him back by yelling at the top of his lungs but, since he wasn't used to such a thing, hurt his vocal cords and leaned against the wall, hacking. Scorponok stared at him, worriedly. "Are you okay?" he asked from his spot at the one computer. He was busy trying to figure out what had happened by looking over old security camera feed from the last few hours. So far he'd turned up nothing.
"I'm fine," Megs said when he could find his voice. He had a hand on his throat, yelling had made it sore. "I just forgot that I was turned into a organic humanoid for a moment, yess." he looked at his second in command. "Try to contact the Maximal base again. Maybe Primal is back now."
Scorponok returned to the computer and tried to get in contact with the other base. The frequency had been scrambled. Accidentally or purposely he didn't know.
"I can't reach them," he replied, looking back at the taller man. "I think they scrambled their frequency or it was knocked out somehow."
Megatron waved him off as he undid the belt of his trench coat, he needed more room to move his long legs and he was feeling hot. "It doesn't mater, no," he said, reaching up onto the armory shelf to grab a blaster. "We'll just drop by for a visit then, yesss."
Cheetor and Tigatron finally found their way back to the base after they discovered they'd gone through the strange change as well. Cheetor had become a young man about seventeen with short blond hair, yellow eyes and slightly tanned skin with freckles. His outfit looked a bit like a blue and yellow Japanese high school uniform, but covered in cheetah spots, on his feet was a pair of blue boots.
Tigatron looked even stranger. His skin was almost as pale as Terrorsaur's, he had white hair and red eyes. His outfit was a white and black tiger striped Japanese robe and pants and a mint green belt around his waist. Both he and Cheetor also had ears and tails like their beast modes.
Cheetor was freaked out about his change and asked Optimus. "What is this, Big Bot? What has happened to us?"
"I don't know," he told the younger former 'bot, trying to keep him calm. Cheetor looked like he was about to have a nervous break down. "We haven't been able to figure it out yet."
Unlike Cheetor, Tigatron wasn't panicking at all. He'd been content with his beast mode before and this body didn't seem that much different, though now he couldn't transform into robot mode. He looked himself over with great interest. "This seems interesting," he said looking at his pale hands. Short claw like fingernails grew out of them.
"What do you make of this?" Optimus asked him, curious about what the Siberian tiger humanoid thought about the whole thing.
Tigatron dropped his hand and shook his head. "I am just as baffled as you are but I have a theory," he replied.
"What is it?"
Before he could answer Rhinox and Dinobot came back into the control room. Cheetor stared at them the second they came in, his eyes bugged out and his mouth hanging open.
Dinobot didn't like being stared at. "What are you staring at, feline?" he demanded, glaring at the younger humanoid and whipping his tail agitatedly.
"Why are you blue?" he asked, carefully.
"Because I am sad," Dinobot said with loads of sarcasm. He snorted and admitted, because he didn't want Cheetor to think he had 'mood ring' skin. "My skin happened to wind up this color for some reason." he glanced over at Tigatron who was also staring. "What?"
"Nothing," Tigatron replied.
"Then why are you staring at me?" he demanded, his voice becoming a growl.
"I wasn't," the tiger humanoid replied, quickly. When Dinobot got like this it was best to keep calm so he'd get the idea and calm down himself. "I wasn't even looking at you." he stepped around the raptor. "Airazor is standing behind you. I was staring at her."
Dinobot turned around and saw Airazor standing behind him. She met his eyes a moment then turned her attention to Tigatron. "Let's go," she said, taking his hand and walking him out of the control room.
"Rhinox," Optimus said when the two were gone. "Try to get in contact with the Predacon base."
Rhinox nodded, shoved his glasses back up his nose, a habit he was already starting to get into, and sat down on the computer. He typed in a few codes but all he got was static. He looked back at Optimus. "I can't reach them."
"Hmmm, do you think they scrambled the signal?"
"I don't know," Rhinox replied, frowning at the screen. "I'll keep trying."
"This is all your fault," Blackarachnia growled, glaring accusingly over at Inferno who was in the cell next to hers.
"How is it my fault, spider?" Inferno demanded, folding his arms and glaring back at her. "If you spiders hadn't of been trying to betray the Royalty this never would have happened!"
"Hey, don't blame us, you trigger happy lunatic!" she shot back, angrily shoving a stray lock of black hair out of her eyes. "I'm not the one who decided to ruin the whole project!"
"I did not ruin anything!" he roared, getting up and leaning close to the bars but not too close, he didn't want to get burnt. "You spiders should stop betraying the Royalty!"
"All we were doing was trying to leave the planet!" she shouted, also getting up and leaning close to the bars. "We would have succeeded too if you hadn't of come in and decided to use Tarantulas as a human torch!"
"Will you two stop arguing!?" Tarantulas yelled from his own cell. "I'm trying to concentrate."
The two bug humans looked over at him. "Concentrate on what?" Blackarachnia asked, her voice betraying curiosity. "What are you doing?"
"Oh nothing, tehehehe," the spider humanoid chuckled to himself.
Blackarachnia stared at Tarantulas' back as he worked on something she couldn't see. She was about to ask him what he was doing again when she saw sparks flying and then the bars around her flicker and go out. She stared at the vanishing bars for a second then got up. "What did you do?" she asked.
"I hacked into the bars power source," he replied, getting up and crossing the room to retrieve his gun off the control console. The Maximals had been nice enough to leave the three Pedacons' weapons there, thinking they wouldn't be able to get out and retrieve them. He chuckled again and picked up his gun, aiming it at her. She ducked out of its range. He laughed and followed her every movement with it.
"Cut that out!" she exclaimed, ducking.
"Sorry," he said, tossing her her gun. She caught it easily. "I think we'd better get out of here."
"We had better head back to the colony," Inferno said, retrieving his flame thrower. He looked at the two spider humans but didn't aim his gun at them this time.
"I think not," Tarantulas said, not wanting to deal with Megatron at the moment. "I have to head back to my lair to make sure nothing happened to it."
"But-" Inferno began.
"Shut up, insect," Blackarachnia ordered. "If you are so desperate to get back to your beloved Megatron then go by yourself."
Inferno wanted to argue. His body shook and he seemed to have a seizure without making any noise. Blackarachnia's words were getting to him more than he realized. He hated when she made assumptions like that. He was a soldier, not a drone. He lifted his gun and pointed it at them. "Fine! I will return to the colony myself!" he turned to go, stomping loudly out of the room and into the hall.
Tarantulas and Blackarachnia looked at each other. If the Maximals saw Inferno wasn't locked up anymore they'd know all three Predacons got out. They ran after him and grabbed him by the arms, pulling him back into the room against his will.
"Hey!" he exclaimed, struggling against their hold. "Let me go!"
"Don't be stupid!" Blackarachnia hissed into his ear. "You can't go tromping down the hall like that! The Maximals will see you!"
"I can deal with them!" he exclaimed, holding up his flame thrower. "If I run into them they shall burn!"
The twp spiders looked at each other and shook their heads. They'd let him take his chances. If the Maximals were busy with him they wouldn't realize the spiders had gotten loose until they incapacitated the berserk fire ant.
"Fine," they said, letting him go.
The fire ant took off like he was on his way to a fire, laughing madly for some reason and brightening the ceiling with flames from his hell gun. "You will burn, Maximals!"
The two spiders looked at each other, smirked, and got themselves out of there. He would be just fine.
"We are going to have to send someone back out there," Optimus said a little bit later. He'd been thinking about certain important issues when he remembered the stasis pods. Rhinox looked over at the Maximal leader. "What is it?" he asked.
Optimus told him.
"Yes, I agree," he said, nodding. "We'll have to send out someone to see about the stasis pods." he looked at the screen. "The scanners indicate that a few have fallen nearby."
"Define nearby," Optimus said.
"About ten miles."
Optimus sighed. "None of us will be able to get there fast enough in these forms." he turned toward the hallway. "I'll have to find Airazor. Since she's the only one able to fly now, she'll have to go to them herself."
"We have another issue," Rhinox said, still staring at the computer.
"What is that?" Optimus asked, looking back at the rhino humanoid.
"Megatron and Scorponok are outside," he replied.
Optimus shook his head, running his hands through his dark hair nervously. Just what he didn't need! Not now! Why of all times did the Predacons have to come by for a visit?! "Prime..."
Megatron and Scorponok had to take a hover-sled to get to the Maximal base since their now organic forms had limitations. Their bodies tired out easily and didn't cover ground as fast as their robotic bodies had. They now stood outside the base, eyeing it carefully. For now it seemed quite, the autoguns were offline.
"What are we going to do, Megatron?" Scorponok asked, looking up at the taller man. His teeth started clacking together. Since his claws had become normal hands his nervous habit had moved to his mouth. "I thought we weren't going to negotiate with them."
"We aren't, my dear second in command, no," Megatron assured him. "and stop clanking your teeth together, it's annoying."
Scorponok blinked his yellow eyes and played around with his sunglasses which were in his hands. "Sorry." He forced his his teeth to stop. "Then why are we here?" he asked.
Megatron didn't look at him. "You'll see..."
That instant the elevator came down with Optimus and Dinobot on it. Megatron eyed the gray trench coated man and the blue skinned raptor humanoid carefully. Neither seemed armed but with Dinobot you could never tell. That raptor always had his sword hidden where you couldn't see it. When the elevator touched the rocky ground the two Maximals stepped off and walked toward the two Predacons. When they were only a few feet away they stopped. Both sides eyed each other with wariness and suspicion.
"So," Optimus said, folding his arms. "Since you came to us, you start. What do you want?"
"I came to inform you that this little transformation isn't going to change anything," Megatron told him. "Organic or not I am not about to put this on hold."
Dinobot growled. "So you came all the way here just to tell us that you wish to continue the war?"
Megatron eyed his former second in command carefully. Dinobot hadn't come out any better than he had in this transformation but at least Megs had a natural skin tone. Dinobot looked like he'd been held under water too long. "That is right, my traitorous former friend," he said. "I do not wish to end the war or talk of a truce at this time." he spread his arms and lowered his head slightly, face to the ground but eyes still on Primal. "But if anything else happens to change then I will be willing to talk about it, yesssss." his purple and green tail swished on its own as he chuckled softly. "Of course if you wish to surrender-"
Dinbot started laughing. The canyon echoed with his contemptuous chuckles. The others said nothing, they just listened to the bitter laughter until Dinobot got it out of his system. When his laughter died down Optimus said, as if there hadn't been any interruptions, "Why do you still want to continue this senseless war? We are both at a disadvantage now that we're organic."
"True," Megatron said, putting his hands in his coat pockets. "If we shot each other now the chances of us surviving would be low. But it doesn't matter, no." he turned his back to them. "It's not like us being friends will make things different."
"But, Megatron-" Optimus began.
Megatron turned back to stab a finger in Optimus' face. The T-Rex humanoid's dark face was solid as stone, his dark magenta eyes cold. "If anything changes then I will think about it," he said again. "Not before." he dropped his hand and looked at Scorponok. The shorter man followed him back to the hover sled.
Optimus watched them go then looked at Dinobot who was seething. "It seems we still have more problems than we need." Primal commented.
Dinobot calmed down enough to say. "So it seems..." He looked at the sky for a few seconds then looked back at Optimus. "I'm going to... check on something..."
Optimus stared at him and before he could ask what, Dinobot took off across the canyon. Optimus watched him go, a little worried about his strange behavior. What's he up to?
He couldn't breathe. All he saw was darkness, a smothering darkness. He had to get out. He kicked at something above him, a lid opened with a whining screech. Clean, cool, night air wavered into the small space, as he stared up at the star filled sky.
Where am I? he thought, sitting up. He stared at his hands, they were covered in soft white gloves. Something about the way they looked felt wrong.What am I?
"So yer alive afta all," a voice with a southern drawl commented, startling him.
He turned his head toward the voice. A young man in a brown cowboy hat with aqua green hair, blood red eyes, and tanned skin leaned against a strange craft. He wore a gold colored buckskin jacket with frills and pockets, a green turtle neck shirt, a brown belt, aqua colored blue jean pants, and brown/gold boots. The strangest thing about him was that he had a tail. A tail shaped exactly like a cobra's body and head. It hissed at the other protoform.
"What are you?" he asked, staring at the cowboy and his strange tail.
The cowboy shrugged. "Yur guess is as good as mine, eagle dog." he pushed himself away from the craft, eyeing the other up and down. "Why don't ya climb on outta that there space ship so I can get a better look at ya."
"Eagle dog" climbed slowly out of the stasis pod. He looked at himself a moment, noticing the wolf tail and the pair of eagle wings he sported. He wore a long sleeved white tunic, white gloves and white pants with white boots. Around his waist he wore a white belt with a banner cloth hanging from it. A weird sunburst symbol was etched on the banner. He brushed a lock of his long black hair off his shoulder and felt the wolf ears sticking out of his head. He froze, getting the feeling that something was wrong about the way he looked but unable to figure out what.
The cowboy with the cobra for a tail smirked at him. "So ya have got yerself some kinda mutation don't cha?" he said.
The wolf eagle humanoid said nothing but he noticed a strange glean in his companion's eye.
"Why don't we have a little fun?" the cobra humanoid said as his tail once again hissed at the wolf eagle.
"What kind of fun?" eagle boy asked, suspicious and a little nervous about the look the other protoform was giving him.
"How about this?" the cowboy said before he jumped at the wolf eagle. "Yeeehaw!"
A/N
This chapter sure it long. I hope I did okay. I hope you enjoyed it. Please let me know what you thought, okay?
THE PREDACON BASE HAS CLIMATE CONTROL PROGRAMED INTO THE SYSTEM! THAT'S WHY EVERYONE CAN STILL SPEND A CONSIDERABLE AMOUNT OF TIME IN IT!
