Disclaimer: The only Beast Wars-related thing I have are the toys!
Author's Note: I decided to write a vignette about my
favorite Beast Wars character. This takes place right before he dies. You gotta figure out who it is, although it's painfully obvious.
Enjoy!
Death.
I knew of it, but never experienced it. But now I will face it, and I will face
it without fear. My comrades, the Maximals, have
formed a sloppy circle around me, knowing my fate.
Back on Cybertron, I was a Predacon criminal. But when Megatron began rounding up Predacons to gather energon on Earth, I immediately joined him. Together, the six of us stole the Golden Disk, which contained two things: The co-ordnates to Earth, and the largest sources of energon.
When we were almost at Earth, a Maximal exploration ship attacked us. After a battle, both ships crashed on the planet we later discovered to be pre-historic Earth. But at the time, I was enraged. I had thought that Megatron had lead us to the wrong planet. I challenged him to a battle for control of the Predaconss, and I lost in a fashion that still embarrasses me to this day.
The Maximals....
When I left the Predacons, I thought I could force my way into the Maximal ranks. But when Optimus Primal defeated me in battle, he could've disposed of me, but didn't. He surprisingly accepted me as one of his soldiers. He took me in when no one else would. And although I didn't show it, I was grateful for that.
The vermin...Rattrap. He always played practical jokes, and I would always over-react. He's telling me how I should've went into stasis lock. Oh how I wanted to tell him that it was because of me that he was still alive. That through my in-direct efforts, he still lives. But this was no time to bicker like we usually do. He began holding my hand with both of his. I knew, that even though we fought most of the time, he cared.
I remember when I re-joined the Predacons. I felt that they were going to win the war, and I did not want to be on the losing team. But I realized my error, and re-joined the Maximals. But the shame and dishonor was still there. I had to make amends, and that's why I did this. I destroyed the Golden Disk with the last ounce of energon flowing through me. By destroying it, I felt I could tip the war in the Maximal's favor.
I can feel my spark fading. Not now...There's still more that's needed to be said! My internal computer diverts as much energy as it can to my dying spark. Not long, now...
I look over at each of my comrades. Cheetor... So young and inexperienced. But he has the potential for greatness. Silverbolt...So suave and honorable. But he lacks the courage to kill his opponents. Rhinox... The rare combination of brain and brawn. But he spends too much time indoors. Rattrap...Too much of a pest to bear...but I shall miss him, too. And of course, Optimus Primal...The one who took me in, and taught me the way of the Maximal. I shall miss you all.
My spark is about to fade...I've said my goodbyes. I lean my head back as Rattrap squeezes my hand harder. I squeeze back and shut off my optics as I hear the held back sobs of Cheetor. As I fade into darkness, and my spark joins the Matrix, I feel at ease. Not only did I get the honorable death I desired, but it shall be shared...
...With my friends...
