What if when Cheetor accidentally formed the transporter between the Maximal and Predacon bases, he accidentally made a three way portal between the Maximal base, Predacon base and modern day Earth? What happens when a human is brought through the portal? What will Megatron do when he finds out? Will the human ever get back?
Disclaimer: I do not own the beast wars or the beast wars characters. I do own Rhona.
Chapter 1
Her stomach churned as her back pressed hard into the old wall of one of the towering buildings surrounding her, catching herself before falling into an overflowing bin. She bit her lip as three tall men pushed past, laughing as if they hadn't seen the petite red-haired girl in front of them and that they hadn't just pushed her out the way. It irritated her beyond belief and a younger Rhona would have definitely given them an earful. But she knew better than to go looking for trouble as a single woman in the middle of the city. Better to be ignored than followed, Rhona mused to herself. Trembling, half from cold and half from anxiety, she pulled the zipper of her coat up to cover her nose and mouth before continuing to walk down the wet pathway, blinked the fat drops of rainwater from her eyes and jogged up the stairs which lead to the familiar collection of apartments in the middle of London. Reaching the general doors to the building, Rhona caught her reflection. Two pale blue pebbles seated in a pasty white face with thick ginger lengths of hair sticking across her nose. She wasn't ugly, she commented to herself as she pushed through the doors to the corridor. But then she wasn't the 'bell of the ball' either really.
She pressed a cold, purpling hand tight against her stomach in a failed attempt to discontinue its grumbling and stopped in front of a brown wooden door as she reached for her keys with the other. The door itself was much like her, Rhona thought. Unremarkable. The handle was now dull and dirty, and the door had multiple scuffs and scratches decorating its surface. After fumbling for the right key and warming her fingers up enough to start working, the girl opened the door and was welcomed by a lingering smell of a lavender smoke, remnants of the incense she had burned earlier that morning. Her tension almost immediately melted as she inhaled the sweet smell through her nose and allowed a small smile to grace her features. She quickly hung her coat behind the door and flicked on the light switch absently as she shuffled into the kitchen towards a plain white kettle. Flicking its switch, she turned to her plain fridge, fished out a bowl of leftovers before throwing it into the microwave and pulled out her phone from her wet jeans pocket to scroll through any notifications. Rhona wasn't really expecting much contact. Maybe a text from her mum or something on one of her social media accounts. Before she could enter her passcode, a crack of thunder made her jolt and the room illuminated from the lightning before leaving her in darkness.
"Great, just great," she snorted angrily. Rhona would never admit it to anyone except herself but even at twenty-three years of age, the dark scared her. Which was strange because she loved the idea of being in a forest somewhere in the middle of the night, watching the moon and the stars, her only companions being the sweet sounds of the animals. But being alone in her flat with no lights made her feel vulnerable. Helpless. It reminded her of-
Rhona shook the last of her thoughts from her head, instead turning her attention to turning her phone on again to allow her some sight, but all that flashed was a red symbol asking her to charge her beloved device. With a sigh she fumbled through the kitchen, trying her best to slow down her breathing like the yoga videos she watched taught her until she found what felt like a lighter and a few tea candles which she kept in a cupboard beneath her sink. Her mum always grumbled that she hoarded too many of the tiny lights, but she allowed herself again to smile as the memory replayed in her head. For once they would come in handy. Happy thoughts, Rhona. Happy thoughts. A thump on the floorboards echoed through the small flat.
"Aach!" Her muscles froze, air catching in her throat. Had she imagined it? Had the noise come from the corridor or from outside? The silence resonated and she toyed with the idea of staying on the floor all night until either light returned, or she heard the creature leave. Eventually the idea of sitting in the dark alone with a possible intruder proved to be more unnerving and the girl found herself lowering to her knees to feel around for the lighter she involuntarily dropped. Despite her efforts, she could not find the small piece of plastic she needed, and Rhona found she had no choice but to push herself forwards, blindly edging along the floor, out of the kitchen until she could see a dim glow emerging from what she realised was her living room. Had the electric returned? Had the tv made the noise as it turned on? If so, why were none of her lights on? Exhaling unsteadily, the small red head moved to peer into the living room, joking silently to herself that she was silly for becoming so scared during a thunderstorm. Anxiety was a new struggle for Rhona, but it took over her life in so many ways it was difficult to remember a time when she didn't feel an over whelming sense of dread about everything. Truly the last time she didn't feel anxiety was probably before Marcus. Fuck that guy, she ground her teeth. Reaching her living room, Rhona observed the cloud of light was coming from her laptop. What was interesting was it was laid on the floor, not where she had left it previously in the day. Out of the corner of her eye, a towering shadow moved in her direction and Rhona had no time to stop the squeak that erupted through her pursed lips. In one last effort to hide, she dropped onto her bottom and leaned against the wall next to the doorframe, pushing her hands over her nose and face to stop any other noise from leaving her lips. Rhona was fairly sure she would develop several forms of pressure sores from how hard her fingertips pressed into her cheek bone, but she was too focused on the footsteps moving closer to her hiding spot. What the hell am I doing?! Come on Rhona just slowly crawl back to the kitchen, let them take what they want, and they'll leave, hopefully whoever it is will leave me alone too. Rhona sat firmly in place as the burglar became louder and louder. A gentle whirring temporarily muddled her … did he have a power tool with him?
The steps became quieter. A bump against what sounded like her dining table was the only confirmation Rhona needed that someone was in her flat and without pausing to look back into the room, she gracelessly threw herself on her knees and began to scurry back towards her kitchen. Back towards safety, she reassured herself. The change from soft carpet to cold floor tiles sent a small wave of relief crashing over when a cruel, icy hand gripped the scruff of her white t-shirt, ripping a scream from her lips as she was pulled back down the corridor. Kicking her feet out, she tried to scratch at the hand as it continued to pull her back towards the living room, but any attempt to escape caused herself more damage than her attacker.
The wind was knocked from her lungs as she was practically thrown onto the couch, knocking her shoulder blades hard against the arm rest of the sofa, but the sight in front of Rhona would have left her unable to scream as fear seemed to squeeze her throat tight. Two fiery red pits beamed into her very soul, sitting within the face of a silver robot, his red helmet framed by two gun-like barrels mounted on his shoulders which were aimed directly at Rhona's face. Was this person completely insane?
"What the slag is a human doing here!?" the bot practically growled at Rhona, causing her to shrink deeper into the arm of the chair, silently wishing the sofa would swallow her and protect her from the alien. "S-sorry, what?" Rhona asked dumbly, her head beginning to swim. The crimson invader rolled its eyes (if you could call them eyes) and stood to his full height, his helm colliding with the ceiling. "Stupid, short meat bags." His gaze dropped to the laptop before a sickening smile graced his metallic features. Rhona followed his eyes and her mouth dropped involuntarily. Her old blue laptop seemed to be pulsating with white electrical sparks, surrounding the screen and keyboard as it illuminated the room. "What the hell did you do to my laptop?" she whispered and immediately regretted the question when her captor whipped his head back to glare at her. "It would appear that infuriating maximal cat actually managed to be useful," he mumbled turning back to the laptop. "…cat?" "The maximal Cheetor, you processor-less twit!" Rhona trembled as he moved closer to her, she pulled her arms up to protect her face before relaxing when the giant stole a cushion lying next to her on the sofa and placed it on top of the laptop. The light intensified and danced around the pillow, eventually blinding Rhona when one last flash left the room back in darkness. The pillow was gone.
"Well, Spots, remind me to thank you for the time portal after I take credit," he sneered, and the laptop continued to dance and pulse. "Megatron will be pleased." Rhona shook herself from her dazed state as the creature continued to be fascinated with the computer and she attempted to slide off the sofa to dart back to her kitchen, but he had other ideas. His steel hand wrapped around her arm in a vice like grip, lifting her off the floor to come face to face with him again. "Y-you can take the computer, take what you want, I won't tell anyone, I swear on my life I won't call the police!" the red-head babbled unintelligently as she tried, unsuccessfully, to pry his fingers from her limb. He squeezed harder and forced a groan of pain from the girl's mouth. "You won't be telling anyone because you are going to be coming back with me, human. Megatron will want proof that this portal works, after all." The being changed his hand to grip the back of her t-shirt again as he stomped towards the laptop. Panic enveloped every part of her body and she futilely struggled against the invader. She could only whine as he stepped onto the laptop and watched the white electrical current wrap around the pair of them. Even if Rhona had closed her eyes like the small voice in her head told her to, she would have felt the same process. The robot seemed unfazed, but it burned Rhona's skin like a thousand tiny knives. She couldn't breathe. Her head began to swim as the electrical stream threatened to rip every inch of her skin from her body and black shadows began to spiral in the edges of her vision.