Odd Attractions
(This takes place right after the beast warriors' crash)
"Great! Just great!" Jaguara yelled.
"Sis, chill," Cheetor said. "So ya like the new look?"
"Yeah now ya look like your name," she said sounding annoyed.
"What's eating you?"
"The…ship…is…dead!" she said slowly.
"So?"
"We are stuck here!" She sighed. "Just leave me alone."
Cheetor nodded and left. As he did he ran into Rattrap. "Hey kiddo. What's
wit' all da yellin'?" he asked, hauling some metal.
"Jags is in one of her funks," Cheetor said leaving. He went down the
lift and soon was chasing some real cheetahs. There he found Waspinator and the
first shots of the Beast Wars were fired.
"Jaguara, you stay here while we go see what Cheetor has gotten himself
into this time," Primal said.
Jaguara nodded and watched as the others left. As she waited for the others to
return she saw something in the distance. 'It can't be the others,' she thought
to herself. 'Then it's got to be a pred.' however, before she could do anything
the others came back. The pred was between the Maximals and the Axalon. Then he
actually challenged Primal to a fight to the finish the winner would lead the
Maximals. 'Humm. Ballsy. I could get to like this pred.'
however before the battle could be finished the other Preadacons showed up and
interfered. A large deposit of energon was then revealed by some stray shots.
That caused Primal, the other Maximals and the now ex- pred named Dinobot to go
after them. A few hours of worrying about her brother later, Jaguara was
relieved to hear her brother and the rest coming up the lift. "Hey
sis," Cheetor said.
"Cheets! Primus I was so worried!" she said running to Cheetor and
hugging him.
Dinobot stopped in his tracks. Never had he seen someone like her before. Young
she looked, about the same age Cheetor, but yet she had the air of one who had
seen much. "Dinobot meat Jaguara." Primal said introducing them.
"Jaguara this is Dinobot."
"Broad sword or Katana?" Jaguara asked as they shook hands in the
manner of warriors. Each grabbing the others arms a few inches above the wrist,
palms facing. "Broad sword. Scythe or staff?" Dinobot asked in
return.
"Staff," Jaguara replied.
"You actually know what the slaggin' heck she means Chopper face?"
"Of course."
"How?" they all asked in bewilderment.
"'Broadsword or Katana' simply means which one would prefer in combat. The
same goes for 'Scythe or staff'," Dinobot explained the sound of annoyance
in his voice. He then turned his attention to Jaguara. "So what passes for
a training room around here?"
"A computer simulation room. Take the safeties off and you got yourself a
good fight. I've got some good programs if you're interested," Jaguara
said.
"Not now. I'd rather find a room and meditate."
"Unfortunately there aren't any rooms that I know of that aren't
trashed," Primal said.
Dinobot threw up his hands. "Wonderful!" he said leaving.
"Primal what about that one next to my room?" Jaguara stated.
"Jaguara, you know that your room and the one next to it are connected by
a door."
"So?" Jaguara said. "I don't think that Dinobot will mind."
"It's not that. It's the fact that he may decide to take advantage of that
fact and enter your room and harm you."
"Stow it Primal," she said in return. "I can take care of
myself."
"Jaguara, you're what barely15?"
"And Dinobot seems to be in his mid to late 20's," Jaguara stated
dryly. "What's your point?"
"My point is that you can't…"
"I can't what? Take him in combat!? I should cut your throat for
that!" Jaguara growled, taking one of her daggers out of sub-space.
"Jaguara cut it out!" Cheetor called to his sister.
Jaguara growled low in her throat, but put the dagger away. "Fine."
And with that she left. She found Dinobot in the hall. "Eves
dropping?"
"You could say that," he replied. "You don't have much honor do
you?"
"Nope." Short. Sweet. Simple. That's how she always answered that
question.
"Why not?"
"Don't need it. My job here is to basically fire guns and hit targets.
That's it. No more, no less."
"Doesn't sound like much fun."
"It ain't. But that's why I signed on here. That and so I could see my
brother."
"What would you say if I told you I could teach you how to enjoy combat?
How to revel in you opponents screams of pain, pain that you
caused."
'Hum. Sounds tempting. But what does he want in return. Damn he's hot. What
the… where'd that come from?' she thought. "Sound too good to be
true which means it probably is. What's the catch?"
'She thinks like most Maximals. There's always got to be a catch when a
Predacon offers you something. By the pit she's gorgeous. Where in universe did
that statement come from?' he thought. "Catch? Well I
wouldn't call it a catch but you might."
"And what would it be?"
"You must take everything I teach you to heart. The only way to enjoy
hand-to-hand combat it to defeat you opponent with honor."
"All right. I'll try."
"That's all I ask. Tomorrow then, in the training center say 0500?"
(Note that's 5:00 AM)
"Sure." Jaguara began to show Dinobot to his room. "Oh and uh
Dinobot?"
"Yes?" he asked.
"Take a cold shower." They both smiled.
