interLUDE
By THE Xenomorph
Disclaimer: I own only Perfection and Wraith.
DigitalMan and K2 are © My close friend.
Everything else is copyrighted to their correct owner.
Universe: Spliced-Verse (Misfit-Verse, Evil Dead, Mask TMNT Planeteers, Beast Wars, Jurassic Park)
A Traitor Revealed
A few days later after Sly had begun to settle into his new home, he was walking the halls quietly observing how things operated in the Maximal base. He had originally planned on asking Cheetor if the cat-bot could help him learn how to shoot straight, but he couldn't find him anywhere so he decided to ask Pandora as she was a newer bot like himself. He crept up to her quarters with a purposeful stealth, as he had observed the panda-bot liked her privacy. He was about to knock on the door when he heard her talking to someone.
"Are you sure they're monitoring us?" Pandora asked.
"Pandora my dear, I don't think. I know." The response came, the voice sounded sloppy and excited all at once. "It looks like you'll have to make a run for it soon."
"Great, I don't even have half the info we need." Pandora snapped. "I can't believe we've been stranded this far away from the Tri-Predicus Council."
"Private, we aren't any distance away from them, we're completely removed from our own reality." The voice seemed to be chiding her.
"I know Lieutenant…" At that moment Sly slipped forward and knocked into the door. "Someone's outside."
"They've probably heard to much, eliminate them." The voice said as the door swung open and Pandora pulled Sly inside and the shut the door again.
"It's just the new kid, not even battle ready." Pandora picked sly up by the neck joints. "Still, he knows…"
"Wait!" Sly saw the face on the screen, he recognized the face from a series of briefings, it was a Predacon named Tarantulas. "He might be more useful alive…" Tarantulas chuckled.
"Yeah…" Pandora's eyes gleamed with a sinister smile. "Baits always needed when you go fishing.
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Cheetor was running down the hall as the alarms went off sounding an intruder. Soon he heard most of the base clamoring for the main room. As he exploded out into the center of the base he saw Optimus and Rhinox standing over Pandora. At least Optimus was anyway.
"Big-bot what's the alarm about?" Cheetor gasped for air, "Preds in the area?"
"More like one ion our midst." Rhinox snapped as he glared at Pandora.
"What?" Cheetor whipped his head at Pandora. "Tell me he means Waspinator."
"Wazpinator not traitor…" Waspinator snapped from behind Cheetor. "Wazzzpinator loyal."
"Oh trust me, insect brain is loyal." Pandora grinned evily.
"I don't believe this." Rattrap overheard as he entered. "Can't we ever catch a break?"
"Does this mean I can blow her up now?" Silverbolt asked innocently.
"Down Bowser, she wouldn't be touting her loyalties like this unless she had a reason." Black Arachnia lowered herself down from the ceiling behind Optimus. "Or a hostage."
"Your little, 'Dark Passion', has it right." Pandora continued to smile. "Now, all your files on the Scions, pronto."
"Wait, just who would she have as a hostage?" Cheetor scoffed, "It can't be Airazor or T.H., Tigatron would go ballistic, and Dinobot's visiting X-23…"
"So who does…" Rattrap gawked at Pandora as he realized it. "Why you filthy stinkin' pred!"
"What?" Cheetor asked.
Silverbolt too realized what Rattrap had figured out. "You evil witch!"
"WHAT? WHO DID SHE TAKE?" Cheetor screamed.
"Think about it tabby, who here is small, weak and easily captured, besides the rat?" Black Arachnia sneered at Pandora.
"I…" It hit Cheetor like a bag of bricks. "Where's Sly?"
"The cat gets it for a point." Pandora smiled.
"Here…" Rhinox tossed Pandora a disc. "Now give us Sly."
"He's in my room." She pulled out a small triggering device. "With a one minute time and lots of C4." She pressed the button and ran for the exit.
For a split second Cheetor was torn between chasing down a traitor and helping Sly, but he was a Maximal and that only gave him one real option and he tore off in the direction of Pandora's room. He got to the door in under twenty seconds, but it was sealed shut.
"Big-bot, Sly's trapped in there!" Cheetor shouted into his com.
"Tear the door down we can't get there fast enough." Optimus ordered.
"Right." Cheetor dropped to his knees and put his claws under the door and pulled as hard as he could. It took three strong pulls, but Cheetor got the door off it's hinges just in time to see the timer on the bombs surrounding Sly hit the ten second mark. Without hesitation Cheetor flung himself into the room and threw Sly into the hall. He was not, however, fast enough to jump back out of the room and was blown down the hallway. The last conscious thing he heard was the clacking of Waspinator's feet against the metal floor followed by the sensation of several repair nodes being attached to him.
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Cheetor groaned as he came back to consciousness, much to his surprise. He was also surprised by the number of visitors he had. The Turtles, Planeteers and several X-Men and Misfits were all sleeping around in the Med Bay.
"How long have I been offline?" He groaned as he noticed the time displayed across the top of the med bay entrance.
"About a day." Donatello yawned, then quickly popped awake. "He's back guys!" The room immediately filled with the clamor of chairs and people moving.
"You ok man?" Wheeler pipped up.
"I'm fine, how's Sly?" Cheetor asked.
"He's been raving about how you rescued him the whole time. He's got the Triplets and Spyder enthralled by his story." Perfection walked in. "Nice moves by the way."
"Did you know?" Cheetor asked bluntly.
"Can't know everything Spots." Perfection shrugged, "She even caught Wraith off guard."
"Yeah, but now DM's putting in a whole new security system." Brittany bounded in with her sisters. "Now even Predacon spies can't get in." She was frowning, but tried to sound happy.
"I can't believe she lied to us though…" Daria sighed. "She was nice."
"Yeah." Quinn sniffled.
"Yeah, well good riddance." Rattrap snapped.
"Indeed." Silverbolt affirmed.
"Ah, so emotional." Perfection said with a joking smile.
"So what do we do now?" Cheetor asked.
"We do nothing." Optimus' face came on a video link in the room. "You need to recover, the rest of us will repair the base."
"Yeah, but after that?" Cheetor asked.
"Then you're going to start teaching Sly the ropes." Optimus smiled.
"Me?" Cheetor's face snapped to a look of confusion.
"Yeah!" Sly came running in. "I figure I'd better learn from the best."
"The best?" Cheetor looked even more confused.
"Looks like you got a lot on your hands now tabby." Black Arachnia smiled.
"Me…" Cheetor blinked. "Teach?"
"I think boy's brain has broken." Althea snickered.
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Meanwhile at Megatron's base Pandora was busy reporting to her superior of the Tri-Predicus council; Lieutenant Tarantulas.
"Interesting." Tarantulas peered at the information that Pandora had procured.
"Wish I could have gotten some info on the JOEs though…" Pandora growled in disappointment.
"Hm…" Tarantulas ignored Pandora's lamenting and continued to study the information.
"So, does Megs know about what we are?" Pandora asked.
"Yes…" Tarantulas begrudgingly pulled himself away from the information. "In order to survive this world and maintain any hope of completing our given mission I was forced to divulge our origins and swear a temporary loyalty to Megatron."
"But only until we get the others online, right?" Pandora asked.
"Yes." Tarantulas chuckled, "We will have to be vigilant though and make sure that at least one of us appropriates the pods with Megatron's lunatics."
"Yeah, no prob." Pandora smirked. "I got the big guns, won't be any problem."
"And I'm one of the few who can activate the new Fuzor or Transmetal 2 chips." Tarantulas laughed.
"Yeah, you brains me brawn." Pandora chuckled. "We make a great team."
"As we always have my dear." Tarantulas smiled.
"So tell me about this Venus gal…" Pandora smiled.
"Ugh…" Tarantulas groaned. "Do you ever stop thinking with your servos?"
"Not really." Pandora grinned darkly.