Inter-LOAFERS: Dance-Dance-Feva!
By Xenomorph666
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Universe: Misfit-Verse
The chapter where the Misfits mess with the Maximals
"I am confused…" Dinobot was sitting in the commissary and talking with Althea and Todd. "You say she cannot choose between either of them, and yet both males are insane enough to keep chasing her?"
"Wow that sounds like one of my favorite soaps back on Cybertron." Rattrap said as he sat at the same table. His tray was filled to the brim with refined forms of Energon that DM had made from simple potato husks.
"Yeah, well it gets better." Althea smiled.
"Oh do tell." Rattrap listened eagerly.
"Last time they broke up Lance declared it was permanent, now he's crawling back while Peter is still refusing to take her back after Thunderbird's death…" Althea smiled and laughed wearily. "Now we just take a betting pool on when Clotho is going to snap."
"Who's that again?" Rattrap asked.
"Lesser-Scion of Romance, love, whatever you call it." Lance grumbled as he walked in. "And apparently she hates me…"
"We already knew that Lance, she's made quite a point of it after al, although she hates the three of you equally." Todd pointed out.
"Ugh… humans…" Dinobot groaned. "So confusing."
"They ain't that different from us you know." Rattrap said as he shoveled a sporkful of his food into his mouth. "Dher du fwshy en faqil." He spoke with a mouthful. (1)
"All the table manners of Dukes family member." Althea sighed.
"So are you two really staying here?" Todd asked.
"Technically we're on a rotating assignment of sorts." Rattrap explained after he swallowed his food. "See, every few weeks, we go and live with one of your groups, well all except Optimus and Depth Charge, and it just keeps cycling. Just in case some Preds show up, you know."
"Yeah, I can understand that." Althea said, "But where are you guys staying exactly?"
"The Inn." Cheetor walked into the room in beast mode and sat at the edge of the table. "At least until DM can manufacture a base of our own."
"You know, if another Chaos Spark happens we might not be able to keep track of everyone we know." Todd said absentmindedly. "I mean it's already hard enough as is..."
"I don't think you need to worry, young Todd." Dinobot said. "From what I understand after the last Spark that permanently bound us to your world, Perfection has been constructing some sort of barrier around your universe."
"Yeah that makes sense; I mean he almost became a supernova this time.." Althea nodded.
"Hey, I got a question for you guys." Cheetor popped back into the conversation. "I heard Optimus talking to Hawk and apparently there are these guys in your military who want to use us as weapons…"
"Don't worry, Hawk has some pull." Althea was confident, "And what he can't accomplish, I'm sure Wraith or DM would gladly do."
"Ok then." Cheetor chuckled. "By the way have you seen Blackarachnia anywhere."
"OH NO!" Clotho stomped in from nowhere, Lachesis was right behind her. "I'm not having ANOTHER psychotic love triangle in this universe! So take the hint buddy; SHE AIN'T GONNA BE WITH YOU!"
"A warrior…" Lachesis walked over to Cheetor. "Such flaming armor he has, don't you agree sister?" Her tone was dulcet and childlike and her voice immediately melted her sister's face.
"Listen kiddo, she's with the "Birddog" as your rat-friend would say." Clotho sighed, "Plain and simple, nothing but death will separate them and even then that's debatable."
"Oh…" Cheetor's face fell slightly. "Ok…"
"Hey, look on the bright side kiddo; knowing Astral you might just see a few more of your pods unearthed sooner or later." Clotho tried to smile. "Anyway, I have to get Lach back home before she scares herself."
"Oh! Sister, this warrior's gleaming soul beckons of a man once dead! It beckons 'honor be thy guide, and loyalty thy staff, begone those of darkness', do you hear it sister?" Lachesis was hovering over Dinobot. "His soul, such brightness, such sadness…"
"Lach…" Clotho said gently, "Why don't we go home now, ok?"
"Yes, I am confident the darkness is at bay." Lachesis smiled. "She will not harm them." With that the sisters vanished.
"What…" Rattrap was trying to find the words. "Was that all about?"
"She is an oracle…" Dinobot grumbled. "Is she not?"
"Actually, she's the Lesser Scion of Madness. Her older sister is the Scion of Evil and they had a falling out…" Todd tried to explain it. "But she's not a good person like Clotho so the other Scions punished her by making her eternally insane, but it protects her because she's too crazy to recognize pain or something like that."
"No…" Althea shivered. "She drives people she's a afraid of temporarily insane and then flees. Maven was here last night and she was standing over my sister's beds and he started yelling at her. The next thing I knew I was seeing the furniture singing and dancing."
"Wow." Todd blinked.
"Trust me." Dinobot said. "She's an oracle."
"I still need to find Arachnia, we're supposed to be guarding the Turtle's lair…" Cheetor just looked confused.
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As it turned out Blackarachnia was speaking with perhaps the only rat she found herself respecting; Master Splinter.
"So, this is your home?" Blackarachnia looked around the underground tunnels.
"Yes, please feel free to look around and find a place of your liking." Splinter smiled.
She didn't know why but she felt completely at ease around the elderly rat. She chalked it up to the fact that he behaved nothing like the loudmouthed vermin Rattrap as well as his age. She quickly located an abandoned air vent that would allow her maximum comfort and room, even when Silverbolt was with her.
"That will do fine." She said. "Now if I could meet your scientist son, I was told he had something to show me."
"Ah, Donatello." Splinter nodded. "He will be in his lab just at the end of the cars "
"Thank you." Blackarachnia slightly bowed her head, Splinter returned the bow.
A few minutes later Cheetor came wandering off the telepad. He looked disoriented and definitely uncomfortable. He was also carrying a large metal case.
"Master Splinter." Cheetor bowed fully to the martial arts expert.
"Cheetor." Splinter smiled and bowed. "You may stay wherever you feel most comfortable."
"All right…" Cheetor looked around and noticed a hammock hanging high over the broken subway cars. "Whose is that?"
"Mine." Gecko said as he leapt off his board and jumped a small flight of stairs. "How's it hanging Cat?" Gecko smiled at the nickname had had given his newest friend.
"Ha-ha…" Cheetor half-laughed at the nickname. "Seriously, stop calling me that."
"Ok." Gecko rolled his eyes, one of his new favorite exaggerations. He found it not only gave him a good view of his surroundings, but it also tended to make people rather queasy. "So who's staying with the Planeteers?"
"Rhinox is for the moment." Cheetor took another moment to look around. "Dinobot and Rattrap are going to be keeping an eye on your X-Men friends and the Pit."
"What about the big guys?" Gecko asked. "Follow me; I know a spot you'll like."
"Well, Optimus is trying to lie low for now, so he's staying hidden at the Inn. Depth Charge on the other hand is still trying to find Rampage." Cheetor sighed. "And Silverbolt's just kind of… vanished…"
"What?" Gecko rolled a single eye up towards his taller friend. "How does a wolf-hawk hybrid vanish?"
"I don't know, I think he's doing something for Perfection." Cheetor said. "And stop doing that, its creepy."
"Here we are." Gecko spread his arms out. "Single coolest spot in the lair; I'd use it but I'm not cold-blooded for some strange reason."
"Thanks." Cheetor said. "I have to set some stuff up, but afterwards, you wanna go race around the tunnels?"
"Sure, I'll tell Mikey to bring his board too." Gecko waved a "thumbs up" at his robot friend.
"Cool." Cheetor smiled.
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"Thanks for the help Silverbolt." Perfection smiled as he pocketed an item in cloth. "If I'd have gone there'd be no end to the yelling."
"It was no problem, but now if you'll excuse me I must see where I have been assigned." Silverbolt bowed.
"Oh, yeah, you're at…" Perfection blanked out for a moment. "Uh… I think Hope Island, with Rhinox."
"Oh…" Silverbolt's face obviously fell. "I see."
"And Blackarachnia is with the Turtles, accompanied by Cheetor." Perfection said, and quickly soothed the rage Silverbolt was feeling. "Don't worry, friend of mine made it perfectly clear she has no interest in him, and I'm willing to bet she'll make that clear as well."
"Ah yes, the Dark Venom of my heart, she does have her way of expressing herself." Silverbolt was lost in his thoughts.
"I know how you feel." Perfection joined in with his own thoughts about Wanda.
(1) Translates to "They're just fleshy and fragile."
