Minicon Dawn 10

Note: Just because my Buffy story will never be completed, doesn't mean my other stories wont be. It just takes time as muses come and go. Although it has been a while since I last worked on this one.

I still do not own Transformers or any of the characters contained within this fanfic.

Chapter 10: Departure

To Starscream, the Decepticons, Optimus Prime and the Autobots the Star Saber is one of three ultimate weapons. Composed of three Minicons joined together forming a sword of immense power, if joined with the other two weapons could result in the destruction or saving of the Universe.

To Cheetor and his Maximals and Predicons Star Saber was one of the great Autobot leaders from the time of the Great Wars. He was known as a Hero and a Swordsman, always thinking of others. He was given leadership shortly before the technical destruction of Genrai and resolved the conflict between the Autobots and Deathsarus's Decepticons before turning power over to Dai Atlas at the start of the Zodiac crisis. The Zodiac Crisis, once it fully came to the attention of the humans led to the treaty banishing all Transformers from Earth. At least until Minicons from a different Cybertron sent out their distress call.

The one thing that every transformer present knew was that Star Saber was wielding the Star Saber like and expert, and had apparently gone quite insane.

He was a red and white blurr of rage and motion as he attacked every transformer in sight, although he focused his main attention on those transformers who were holding swords, and was able to ignore totally the energy fire Demolisher, Rattrap, Hot Shot and others directed against him. Cheetor, Starscream, the ancient Blitzwing and the other sword wielding transformers were barely holding their own against him. Each of them alone would not have stood a chance against the vengeful Star Saber, but with his attention divided among all of them, the battle raged.

From his hidden vantage point, Sideways observed the delicious chaos. Autobot verses Autobots, Maximal, Decepticon, and Predicon alike with the fate of the Minicons hanging in the blance, and with them the fate of the universe depended. Wouldn't Unicron be delighted to find that he now had two separate Cybertrons to destroy? Still I didn't know the location of Cheetor's planet yet, but surely it was just a matter of time.

Optimus Prime transformed his trailer into a Minicon combat platform, and all the near by minicons climbed aboard, firing the platforms guns at Star Saber, as their self proclaimed protectors seemed unable to do anything against this newest menace.

Cheetor was too busy defending himself to think, although he did wish he could hit like Primal could. One punch from him was usually enough to take a bot offline for a least a nano-click.

The conflict with the Decepticons all but forgotten, Rattrap transformed into beast mode and scampered behind some rocks, to try to sort this recent development out. "Man, this ain't right, he's suppose to be one of the good guys."

"What do you mean, Rattrap?" Hot Shot called out, "Who is this guy?"

"None of you should be here!" Star Saber cried with each sword strike, speaking the final word with a blow that sent Blitzwing's sword flying. "Even you Decepticons agreed," he swung the Star Saber that partly imbedded itself in Megatron's Tidal Wave armor.

The Ghost within Megatron smirked. Finally the Autobot fool had made a mistake. Megatron jerked the damaged piece of armor to the side, pulling the sword from Star Sabers grasp. The three Minicons that made up the sword fell to the ground in stasis lock, but Megatrons sense of triumph was short lived as Star Saber had already redrawn his own sword, knocked Terrasaur aside and was moving against the Autobot Hot Shot.

Star Sabers attack on Hot Shot was abruptly halted as Optimus Prime charged in and began grappling with Star Saber. "We never agreed to anything. If anyone doesn't belong here, its you," Optimus Prime shouted at him.

The two Autobot leaders stood, locked in a combat decided by a strain of gears and hydraulics, Star Saber's combat skills were minimized in the changed form of combat.

"He is right," Cheetor shouted. "I'm the only one here violating that ancient accord."

Optimus Prime and Star Saber struggled against and away from each other, trying to gain the upper hand.

"That's not possible," Star Saber replied. "You will all either leave or die."

"Well, at least you got him talking," Rattrap said.

Cheetor thought, so far the Decepticons were still too off balance to renew their attacks. The Decepticons wont be leaving Earth until they had captured every last Minicon. The Autobot's wouldn't leave until they had either driven off the Decepticons or rescued every last Minicon. The Minicons wanted to leave, either to his Cybertron or Prime's or some other world entirely. And he was only here in response to a distress call, although he had already gotten enough Minicon refugees to fill the ship and was ready for its return to Cybertron. The situation had done nothing but escalate since he had arrived, and the newest arrival, Star Saber wasn't listening to reason, and did not know that Prime and his Autobots were from a Cybertron with a totally different history than his. Cheetor didn't expect this battle was the best chance to explain it to him.

"Nightscream, Silverbolt; you two see to the Decepticons. Black Arachnia and Sorpnok, would you respectfully disable Star Saber. Remember, he is a BrainMaster."

"As you wish, Cheetor," Silverbolt said as he and Nightscream took to the sky.

"I never even dreamed of an opportunity liked this," Scorpnok laughed while he charged at the huge Autobot, cyber venom primed in his tail, and a ready cyber-bee in his claw.

"Get over yourself," Black Arachnia said under her voice while watching Scorpnok, then transformed into spider mode. Projecting a strand of webbing to Star Sabers back she began climbing up towards her prey.

A sonic scream gouged out a small chasm separating the Decepticons from the rest of the battle, while a hail of energy feathers further distracted them.

"Decepticons regroup," Megatron called, gathering his troops. The Maximals and Autobots didn't want to bother with him, then that was just the opportunity he needed to reload, and think of a different plan. With the Maximals full attention focused on Star Saber, that meant the helpless Minicons in their shuttle were unguarded and ripe for the taking, but he would need to make sure to maintain a presence or they would think he was up to something. "Blitzwing and Terrasaur, I have special task for you."

"The thing about Brain Masters," Scorpnok explained to hear himself talk, "is that the body is nothing but a barely feeling shell." He raised up a claw and fired a Cyber Bee that immediately latched onto Star Saber and began rewiring the body functions to itself. "So, its an easy matter to disable that. The only way to really hurt one is to go for the face."

"Got it covered, Shell Head," Black Arachnia said, transforming back into robot mode, performing a summersault from Star Sabers back over his head and sinking her fangs directly into Star Sabers face, delivering a strong dose of cyber venom.

Star Saber screamed out in pain, and his body convulsed, not as immobilized as Scorpnok would have hoped. His head and face lifted up and back, revealing Star Sabers true head and face, which had escaped the worst of Black Arachnia's attack.

Click-click… Two missiles launched from Scorpnok's claw impacted on the back of Star Sabers newly revealed head.

The larger Star Saber sagged in stasis lock, Optimus Prime's hold the only thing holding him up.

Setting the large transformer down gently, Optimus Prime stood, flanked by Hot Shot, Scavenger, Red Alert and the rest of the Autobots and Maximals, all staring down Megatron, Thrust, Starscream, and the other Decepticons, none noticing the absence of Blitzwing or Terrasaur.

"Its over, Megatron," Optimus Prime said, raising his weapon level with the Decepticon's head. "Surrender your Minicons and stand back."

"Very well, Prime. You definitely have us at a tactical disadvantage," Megatron said, the uncharacteristic smirk never leaving his face. He could stand to loose Leader-1 and the few other Minicons he and his troops had on them, as Blitzwing and Terrasaur had snuck around to the Maximal's ship and were currently loading up on two to three times more Minicons than he had now. He dropped Leader-1 unceremoniously to the ground.

Thrust could hold himself no longer. While this possessed Megatron had a gift for tactics, surrender was definitely out of the question. He pulled out the strange device Sideways had given him, special for this situation. He had no idea what it was or exactly how it worked, none of the Decepticons did.

Cheetor recognized the device instantly, and his spark ran cold. Rattrap interrupted his thoughts with the same one, "Hey isn't that a…"

Thrust plunged the spark extractor into Megatron where it latched on the spark of Starscream. "No, you fool!" Megatron shouted as Starscream's ghost was ripped out of his body.

All of his foes were vanquished, destroyed as many times over as he desired. Optimus Prime and Primals heads were mounted proudly on either arm of his throne, while Shockwave, Megatron, and Galvatron all bowed before him awaiting his mercy or lack of it. Even Unicron cowed before him.

Megatron enjoyed the false reality created for him as much as he studied the inaccuracies. He mentally mapped the stars above, and pieced together what he could of this world's history although it was difficult as there was no logical order to the visions and dreams. He could not identify the planet, but he was able to identify enough of the stars to be able to find the planet if it did indeed exist in the real world. But still, he tired of this make believe world, power was nothing if it wasn't real… and so far his every attempt to break free of this fantasy had failed.

In the skies above Cybertron, the cowering head of Unicron did something it hadn't done since he found himself in this world. It smiled… and suddenly Megatron doubled over in agonizing pain as the world was ripped away revealing another.

Leader-1 was standing at his feet, not quite sure if he should stay where he is or run away, and his troops were to either side of him, and in front of him Optimus Prime and all of his Autobots. He reached down and picked Leader-1 up. "Decepticons back to base."

With a blurring, Megatron and the other Decepticons phased out.

Cheetor repressed a stab of frustrating rage… just when he thought things would be resolved, the cons got away, and it would all begin again soon. Still, Optimus Prime was equipped to handle things here… and he needed to get the Minicons to safety. He turned back to their shuttle.

Blitzwing, his arms filled with Minicons, and Terrasaur who was marching a Minicon prisoner of his own. The first thing they noticed as they began heading back was Cheetor staring at them, then they looked and saw the empty space where the Decepticons had been, and finally at each other. "Aw, slag," they said as one, then set their Minicons down and raised their arms up in surrender.

Waspinator rejoined Botanica shortly before she got within range of the capital. For a while she resisted and resented his presence, not for his part in the Beast Wars of which she was unaware, but because of the time he spent as Thrust. Her distrust did not last long, although she doubted she would ever actually like him.

He did help her regain control over herself and the cybertronian plant life, and more than that he saved her from a new danger she was unaware even existed. It was when she was nearing the capital, unaware that Cheetor's fragile government had totally failed in his absence. She was on the verge of walking into an ambush when Waspinator came flying in his jet mode, transforming to robot mode and hiding her in the shadows.

It wasn't long before she learned that she was being hunted by the Destrons as one of the leaders of the Cybertrons old regime. She didn't really understand why Waspinator was also being hunted, they seemed to think he was some kind of religious figure.

Some how the two of them had formed some sort of strange partnership, each helping the other stay one step ahead of the Destron forces. Waspinator seemed to be able to stay one step ahead of them most of the time, while Botanica could sense and occasionally create secret passages and hideouts. Part of their fugitive status reminded Botanica of hiding from Vehicons, only now she was a much more active participant.

Waspinator, for his part was not overly worried. This chaos was momentary. Cheetor would soon return with more, and more would follow him until finally balance would be achieved. If history had taught the Transformers anything over the eons, it was that mearly two factions were not enough to create a blance.

From his tower, Gigatron surveyed all as the puppet master. Everything was going according to plan. Soon his troops would restore order to the planet, and if Cheetor and the other Maximals returned to Cybertron before then, or after, it was already too late. Cybertron was his, and that was just the beginning.

And over his shoulder, Gigatron's lieutenant, Dinobot also watched, but he did not necessarily like what he saw.