Presents of Life
Chapter 3: Heroes are born, not made.
Disclaimer.- I do not own whether the Beast Wars, Beast Machines or any character included in the series, though i DO own my original characters. Please do not copy, redistribute or alter.
G.A. "Cheets" ©2001.
Author notes:
"..." -- Used on normal dialogs
""..."" -- Used on thinking situations
"." --Used on comm.. messages
(...) -- Character point of view
... -- Computer report
=F=.=/F= -- Flash-back starts/end
Click -- 1 Second
Cycle -- 1 Minute
Megacycle -- 1 Hour
### -- Change of scene/time
I use flashbacks inside flashbacks, so, try to keep up with the story, so you will understand it. And please try to look on the characters way of talking. I hate putting all the time those "Who-ever said". That's it. Have fun.. and thanks for reading!
######
"Bots down!.. bots down!.. Rattrap, i need backup!"
Direwolf informed over the comm..
"Re'd ya Huz"
From his comfortable position, Rattrap onlined the sentry guns on the ship and soon the Preds were on their way back to report Maximal downs to Megatron.
The lift from the Axalon came over. There it was Direwolf, or as Rattrap called him, Huskey. He was carrying something.. or someone, but it looked like someone else was helping out. Everything occurred in one long click.
"Get the chamber ready!"
"It IS re'dy!"
Direwolf moved on to the chamber, waisting no time.
"Wa hap'ned?"
Rattrap saw the motionless body, with big surprise.
Cheetor was dusty and unable to speak at the moment.
"One of Scorponok's missile did this"
Direwolf spoke up.
Rattrap glanced at Teegra, while she was laid on the chamber.
"I can't b'lieve it hap'ned to her"
Cheetor kept his head bowed down, as the door from the CR chamber closed up. His paw cleaned up his face for the first time since then.
Rattrap grabbed Cheetor and rocked him uncontrollably, but Direwolf intervened, holding Rattrap away from the cat.
"It was something that just happened, Rattrap"
Cheetor remained quiet.
###
After some cycles, when everybody was calm again
###
"I haf scan'd her, but nofing com's up"
Cheetor, who was in front of the chamber, turned back at Rattrap.
Direwolf just hit the console.
"How is it possible?"
Cheetor glanced at him. Direwolf was always the oldest and the one who had to take care of Teegra and him back the orphanage, and he was still doing. He got his optics back at the rat.
"Dunno.. dis fing can't find anything wrong wif her"
"Slag it!"
Cheetor was only glancing back and forth.
"..there must be a cure.. for whatever she has"
Both Rattrap and Direwolf looked at him.
"We must find what she has, first"
"Huz is ri'ht.. wish that Rhinox w'uld be 'ere to 'elp us out"
"Me too.."
"..me too"
Cheetor sighed.
###
Everyone was still on their seats, not really knowing what to help on. Cheetor was now holding Chara, who was deep on her sadness, while she watched Teegra's beated body. She turned up to see Cheetor. He was more worried than, probably, anyone else in the room. She sighed and leaned her head on Cheetor's lap.
###
"So, did I care so much about Teegra..? Y'know Chara, this isn't the first time she saves me. On our past, when Direwolf left us, she began to become the bot that she is now, though being a hero wasn't part of her inner metamorphosis. She liked to show off, but not in public. She was shy and everything, but part of herself liked to act. Like in a combat scene, and she always liked to be the hero..ine, and save the day. I must say that I had fun watching her, but that, she never knew, until this time, I remember it quite well. It was raining and a thunder suddenly tremble the place out. I, unawarely, turned to look outside in the window for just a moment. By the time I turned back at the show, she was in front of me. I didn't know what to say. She knew I've been there watching her, but she didn't say anything either. We stared at each other for some clicks. She didn't look angry, by the way, but I knew she was ashamed that I've seen her. She left. The silence finally broke by a deep sigh of mine. Never after, we mentioned anything about it and she wasn't going to that place anymore. *sigh* I miss her already.. her sarcasms, her critics.."
Chara placed her paw on Cheetor's shoulder, while resting her head on his chest. Cheetor hugged back.
###
Incoming object into atmosphere in 1.3 megacycles.. proceed
"Hm?.. w'at? a pod?.. great!.. w'at we we'r missin'"
He tapped a few buttons, and the image came clearer.
"Exact location of landing"
Exact location on sector phi-gamma, grid c7
"Hm.. sho' grid"
A holo was displayed on the main screen, on the center of the command room. Rattrap turned at it.
"Ahg.. why do dey 'lways get the go'd stuff?.."
###
"Spots!, c'mere.. we've got a pod on 'adar"
Cheetor was still in his thoughts, holding Chara, when he heard the message.
"On my way..."
He replied over the comm.
"Have to go?"
"Yea"
He sighed.
Chara nodded.
"Okay, I'll take care of Teegra for you"
Cheetor smirked and smiled back at her.
"Thanks, I'll be back soon"
He rubbed Chara's head and left.
"I'll be waiting."
She whispered as she saw him leave.
###
"Huz, Huz! nyah, wher's that wolf?"
Cheetor came in walking into the main deck.
"So. where is it?"
Rattrap spinned on the chair, checking on some data.
"It's on the C7 in Phi-Gamma"
".and that is..?"
Rattrap turned around facing him.
"Guess."
"Ow no."
"Smart kitty."
"Thanks!"
".I didn't me'n it"
".r.tr.p.. ome in."
Rattrap spinned again on the chair, this time on to the console.
"Huz, der's a pod comin' in.. we ne'd to retrieve it"
"Acknowledged"
"I'll send Spots ta giv' ya a paw.."
"All right.. over"
Incoming data
"W'at?"
A few lines of characters and digits appeared on screen.
"What is it, cheesebreath?"
"Dat pod 's sendin' sum data back."
Rattrap tapped a few buttons on the console.
Decoding 2048bit encryption. 52 cycles remaining
"Slaggin' old computers!"
".isn't it ironic?"
Rattrap glanced at the cat.
"It'z ironic dat yer still heer"
Cheetor frowned at him.
"Wat ar' ya waitin'? a goodbye handshake?... go, go, go!..."
"Ok, ok.. I'm going!"
###
Direwolf and Cheetor met up in a place near the landing grid, but still was early.
"We need to be wide eyes open for if any Pred shows up"
"Got it"
Both took their blasters out, holding them tightly and surveilling the place.
"We still have a few cycles before. die.. ximal!..."
Cheetor tapped on his ear.
"Direwolf?.. ya there?.."
"He's busy. as you'll be cat!"
Cheetor turned on his back, facing a pulsar blast from one of the Pred's gun. It hit right in front of him. The shockwave threw him away on the air.
"Yezz.. wazzpinator got one!"
"Not so fast!, flying bug!"
Out of Cheetor's gun, came a couple of shots.
"Whzat?"
Wazpinator got hit by them, lading flat on the ground.
"Hahah!"
Tarantulas stood on a rock, beside Cheetor and shot one of his missiles.
"Try this, maximal!"
Cheetor quickly glanced over his shoulder and rolled away, getting point on Tarantulas and firing back at him.
"One more down!"
"Hah.. I thought you were fast.."
A voice from above spoke.
"Heh.. I bet yours were weaker"
"Well.."
Direwolf glimpse on the wasp.
Cheetor frowned, thinking.
"He sometimes does good"
All of a sudden, a loud whistling broke in.
"Get down!!"
Direwolf said as he gained cover with his arms.
The dust was everywhere; even some little rocks were still falling.
"Cheetor, are you ok?"
"*coughcough* Yea, I think I'm fine"
A blinding light suddenly lit up the place, disabling the visibility for some clicks.
"What was that?"
Cheetor opened his optics, but everything was still too bright and fuzzy.
"I have no idea.."
"Oh.. for Optimus' sake!"
Cheetor turned his head at the voice.
"What?.. what do ya see?"
"The pod!.. is gone!!"
"Gone!?.. where?..."
Cheetor rubbed his optics, looking at the empty crater, left by it.
Chapter 3: Heroes are born, not made.
Disclaimer.- I do not own whether the Beast Wars, Beast Machines or any character included in the series, though i DO own my original characters. Please do not copy, redistribute or alter.
G.A. "Cheets" ©2001.
Author notes:
"..." -- Used on normal dialogs
""..."" -- Used on thinking situations
"." --Used on comm.. messages
(...) -- Character point of view
... -- Computer report
=F=.=/F= -- Flash-back starts/end
Click -- 1 Second
Cycle -- 1 Minute
Megacycle -- 1 Hour
### -- Change of scene/time
I use flashbacks inside flashbacks, so, try to keep up with the story, so you will understand it. And please try to look on the characters way of talking. I hate putting all the time those "Who-ever said". That's it. Have fun.. and thanks for reading!
######
"Bots down!.. bots down!.. Rattrap, i need backup!"
Direwolf informed over the comm..
"Re'd ya Huz"
From his comfortable position, Rattrap onlined the sentry guns on the ship and soon the Preds were on their way back to report Maximal downs to Megatron.
The lift from the Axalon came over. There it was Direwolf, or as Rattrap called him, Huskey. He was carrying something.. or someone, but it looked like someone else was helping out. Everything occurred in one long click.
"Get the chamber ready!"
"It IS re'dy!"
Direwolf moved on to the chamber, waisting no time.
"Wa hap'ned?"
Rattrap saw the motionless body, with big surprise.
Cheetor was dusty and unable to speak at the moment.
"One of Scorponok's missile did this"
Direwolf spoke up.
Rattrap glanced at Teegra, while she was laid on the chamber.
"I can't b'lieve it hap'ned to her"
Cheetor kept his head bowed down, as the door from the CR chamber closed up. His paw cleaned up his face for the first time since then.
Rattrap grabbed Cheetor and rocked him uncontrollably, but Direwolf intervened, holding Rattrap away from the cat.
"It was something that just happened, Rattrap"
Cheetor remained quiet.
###
After some cycles, when everybody was calm again
###
"I haf scan'd her, but nofing com's up"
Cheetor, who was in front of the chamber, turned back at Rattrap.
Direwolf just hit the console.
"How is it possible?"
Cheetor glanced at him. Direwolf was always the oldest and the one who had to take care of Teegra and him back the orphanage, and he was still doing. He got his optics back at the rat.
"Dunno.. dis fing can't find anything wrong wif her"
"Slag it!"
Cheetor was only glancing back and forth.
"..there must be a cure.. for whatever she has"
Both Rattrap and Direwolf looked at him.
"We must find what she has, first"
"Huz is ri'ht.. wish that Rhinox w'uld be 'ere to 'elp us out"
"Me too.."
"..me too"
Cheetor sighed.
###
Everyone was still on their seats, not really knowing what to help on. Cheetor was now holding Chara, who was deep on her sadness, while she watched Teegra's beated body. She turned up to see Cheetor. He was more worried than, probably, anyone else in the room. She sighed and leaned her head on Cheetor's lap.
###
"So, did I care so much about Teegra..? Y'know Chara, this isn't the first time she saves me. On our past, when Direwolf left us, she began to become the bot that she is now, though being a hero wasn't part of her inner metamorphosis. She liked to show off, but not in public. She was shy and everything, but part of herself liked to act. Like in a combat scene, and she always liked to be the hero..ine, and save the day. I must say that I had fun watching her, but that, she never knew, until this time, I remember it quite well. It was raining and a thunder suddenly tremble the place out. I, unawarely, turned to look outside in the window for just a moment. By the time I turned back at the show, she was in front of me. I didn't know what to say. She knew I've been there watching her, but she didn't say anything either. We stared at each other for some clicks. She didn't look angry, by the way, but I knew she was ashamed that I've seen her. She left. The silence finally broke by a deep sigh of mine. Never after, we mentioned anything about it and she wasn't going to that place anymore. *sigh* I miss her already.. her sarcasms, her critics.."
Chara placed her paw on Cheetor's shoulder, while resting her head on his chest. Cheetor hugged back.
###
Incoming object into atmosphere in 1.3 megacycles.. proceed
"Hm?.. w'at? a pod?.. great!.. w'at we we'r missin'"
He tapped a few buttons, and the image came clearer.
"Exact location of landing"
Exact location on sector phi-gamma, grid c7
"Hm.. sho' grid"
A holo was displayed on the main screen, on the center of the command room. Rattrap turned at it.
"Ahg.. why do dey 'lways get the go'd stuff?.."
###
"Spots!, c'mere.. we've got a pod on 'adar"
Cheetor was still in his thoughts, holding Chara, when he heard the message.
"On my way..."
He replied over the comm.
"Have to go?"
"Yea"
He sighed.
Chara nodded.
"Okay, I'll take care of Teegra for you"
Cheetor smirked and smiled back at her.
"Thanks, I'll be back soon"
He rubbed Chara's head and left.
"I'll be waiting."
She whispered as she saw him leave.
###
"Huz, Huz! nyah, wher's that wolf?"
Cheetor came in walking into the main deck.
"So. where is it?"
Rattrap spinned on the chair, checking on some data.
"It's on the C7 in Phi-Gamma"
".and that is..?"
Rattrap turned around facing him.
"Guess."
"Ow no."
"Smart kitty."
"Thanks!"
".I didn't me'n it"
".r.tr.p.. ome in."
Rattrap spinned again on the chair, this time on to the console.
"Huz, der's a pod comin' in.. we ne'd to retrieve it"
"Acknowledged"
"I'll send Spots ta giv' ya a paw.."
"All right.. over"
Incoming data
"W'at?"
A few lines of characters and digits appeared on screen.
"What is it, cheesebreath?"
"Dat pod 's sendin' sum data back."
Rattrap tapped a few buttons on the console.
Decoding 2048bit encryption. 52 cycles remaining
"Slaggin' old computers!"
".isn't it ironic?"
Rattrap glanced at the cat.
"It'z ironic dat yer still heer"
Cheetor frowned at him.
"Wat ar' ya waitin'? a goodbye handshake?... go, go, go!..."
"Ok, ok.. I'm going!"
###
Direwolf and Cheetor met up in a place near the landing grid, but still was early.
"We need to be wide eyes open for if any Pred shows up"
"Got it"
Both took their blasters out, holding them tightly and surveilling the place.
"We still have a few cycles before. die.. ximal!..."
Cheetor tapped on his ear.
"Direwolf?.. ya there?.."
"He's busy. as you'll be cat!"
Cheetor turned on his back, facing a pulsar blast from one of the Pred's gun. It hit right in front of him. The shockwave threw him away on the air.
"Yezz.. wazzpinator got one!"
"Not so fast!, flying bug!"
Out of Cheetor's gun, came a couple of shots.
"Whzat?"
Wazpinator got hit by them, lading flat on the ground.
"Hahah!"
Tarantulas stood on a rock, beside Cheetor and shot one of his missiles.
"Try this, maximal!"
Cheetor quickly glanced over his shoulder and rolled away, getting point on Tarantulas and firing back at him.
"One more down!"
"Hah.. I thought you were fast.."
A voice from above spoke.
"Heh.. I bet yours were weaker"
"Well.."
Direwolf glimpse on the wasp.
Cheetor frowned, thinking.
"He sometimes does good"
All of a sudden, a loud whistling broke in.
"Get down!!"
Direwolf said as he gained cover with his arms.
The dust was everywhere; even some little rocks were still falling.
"Cheetor, are you ok?"
"*coughcough* Yea, I think I'm fine"
A blinding light suddenly lit up the place, disabling the visibility for some clicks.
"What was that?"
Cheetor opened his optics, but everything was still too bright and fuzzy.
"I have no idea.."
"Oh.. for Optimus' sake!"
Cheetor turned his head at the voice.
"What?.. what do ya see?"
"The pod!.. is gone!!"
"Gone!?.. where?..."
Cheetor rubbed his optics, looking at the empty crater, left by it.
