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CH 9 Maximal No More
Razorgear stood between the Maximal leader and Rhinox. The rest of the Maximal crew scattered themselves around the command center of the Axalon. Some sat, others leaned against the control table. And Dinobot, he stood just inside the room leaning his shoulder on the doorway.
The warrior quietly studied the young femme, as the Optimus Primal explained to the other Maximals that she had something to tell them all.
All optics watched the young femme carefully; she glanced to the warrior and commed. "Do I have too?"
The raptor nodded without saying a word.
Razorgear took a deep breath, and then began. "Well, um, I have some news for everyone." She paused, looking around to the room, then dropped her optics to the ground. "Um, I guess there is no other way to say this, but I'm carrying . . . Yeah, that's it." She explained rather unemotionally.
A few gasps of confusion came from some the Maximals, and Razorgear watched in horror as they began to interrogate her.
"How far are you along?" "What is it? Have you decided on any names yet?" "Congratulations! Who is the sire?"
Optimus Primal lifted his hand into the air to silence the crew. "I know that everyone is excited for 'Gear. But we need to let her decide what she's going to share with us. It is her decision, so don't bother her about it."
Silverbolt, Airazor, and Tigatron all nodded to each other. Rattrap didn't seemed shocked at the announcement, but Cheetor; he just stared. His ever present smile was gone, and in its place was a look of pure horror.
Optimus continued to explain the rest of the situation, though the transmetal cheetah paid no attention. He just stared at the femme he had a crush on.
She was carrying someone else's sparkling. He didn't know what else what he could do. He hated this.
As the other Maximals moved closer to surround Razorgear, Cheetor took the chance and left the Command Center. The cat disappeared down the halls of the Axalon. What was worse, is that Cheetor thought no one noticed him leave.
Slowly, Cheetor made his way to his quarters. He had barely made it to his own door before a hand grabbed his shoulder and spun him around.
"Cheetor, what is bothering you?" The warrior asked.
Dinobot. It must be him! The young Maximal shoved the warrior away from him. "I don't wanna talk toyou!" He snapped.
After a snarl at Cheetor, Dinobot muttered under his breath and turned away from the transmetal cheetah.
Cheetor frowned as he entered his room. He sat on his berth and leaned his head into his hands. There was nothing he could do about it.
. . . .
Later, Cheetor was laying in his berth staring at the ceiling. He couldn't believe it! Razorgear, the femme who he had a crush on since the nanoclick he saw her. And now this.
Then there was a knock on his door, "Cheetor?"
The young mech jumped out of his bed, and ran toward the door. He pressed the switch to open the door. Razorgear stood just outside his door. "Hey, 'Gear what's up?" Cheetor asked calmly attempting not to let his emotions show through. "Do you need something?"
The femme stretched her arm above her head, "Well, Dinobot said you stormed out. I wanted to make sure you were okay."
Cheetor leaned against the doorway, "Yeah, fine. I'm fine."
The femme tilted her head to the side and smirked. "No, you're not."
Cheetor forced a laugh, "No really, I'm fine."
"Dinobot didn't think so."
"Seems like you only care about what Dinobot thinks!" The transmetal cat snapped. Razorgear took a small step back. "'Gear, I didn't mean to-"
She simply stared at the slightly taller mech, "I don't understand why you're upset, Cheetor."
"I'm not," Cheetor mumbled.
"But you are! Please tell me." Razorgear begged. "Are you mad at me?" Cheetor didn't answer. The femme straightened, and stared at the young mech in disgust. "You are."
The transmetal cheetah clenched his fists and peered at the slightly smaller femme. "THAT'S NOT IT 'GEAR! Don't you get it?! I love you!" He yelled, then immediately covered his mouth after saying it.
Razorgear studied Cheetor, watching as his faceplates burned hot. "You what?"
"I uh well, um like . . you." The cat finally spat out, lowering his servos to his side.
"Like like like me."
Cheetor smiled, "Yeah." There was a long silence before Cheetor asked, "So, have you picked any names for the sparkling?"
She shook her head, "Not yet."
"Ummm, could I uh, help. I mean pick some out?" The young cat stuttered.
Razorgear pressed a kiss on Cheetor's check, "Sounds great." And she walked away.
He followed with only his optics, other than that her was frozen in shock. This was great after all.
The training room was quiet, as the exPredacon warrior practiced his attacks. He paused. Then, Dinobot wiped the condensation from his faceplates. He had been pushing himself for more than two cycles now. He sighed as he glanced around the room briefly.
"Ya' alright dere choppa' face?" Rattrap asked as he stepped into the room.
The warrior tossed his rotating blade to the side, "Affirmative, vermin." He stepped toward the rat, optics drifting up and down the spy's body.
Rattrap learned out of the door and checked the hallways. "We're all clear choppa' face."
Within a nanoclick, Dinobot closed the gap between himself and the rodent. His clawed hands were instantly exploring Rattrap's armour. One pulled at Rattrap's waist and the other stroked the side of his face. Dinobot pulled his lover flush against his body, and pressed a kiss on the smaller mech's lips. The kiss was brief, and when Dinobot pulled away Rattrap, they both smiled deeply at each other.
"So, what's da occasion?" The rat smirked, standing on his toes, and then wrapping his arm around the taller mech's neck.
Dinobot's hand on Rattrap's waist slid down to his hips. His claws tracing circles, causing Rattrap to shiver. He leaned down to Rattrap's audio preceptor and whispered, "Oh, nothing special. I just can't keep my servos off you."
Smirking even more, Rattrap stated. "If ya' can't keep off of me, den maybe we should head to da berth." He pressed his lips against the warrior's.
"Rattrap, I . . . would . . . like. . . to . . . talk . . . to . . . you. Please." The raptor begged between kisses.
"Den talk, Choppa' face." Rattrap lowered himself back to ground.
Dinobot hesitated for a moment then began. "I, um just want you to know that everything I do is for you."
"And 'Gear." Rattrap finished, staring questionably at his lover.
Looking away from the Maximal spy, Dinobot nodded. "Yes. And I want to make sure you know I will always love you." He pulled Rattrap into another short kiss. "So, yours or mine?"
Rattrap stared and didn't move. "Ya' alright?"
"Of course!" The raptor snapped, and then continued to assault Rattrap's lips.
Letting his concern fade into their kisses, Rattrap allowed Dinobot to guide him to a nearby wall. Dinobot lifted the transmetal rat into the air and pressed his against the wall. He smirked into their kisses as Rattrap wrapped his legs around the taller's waist.
"Get a room, you two!" Yelled someone standing in the doorway.
Dinobot accidentally dropped Rattrap in shock. "For bootin' up cold!" The rat cried out when he hit the ground.
Razorgear giggled, she was leaning against the doorway.
"For Primus' sake! Don't do that 'Gear!" Dinobot yelled as he offered his hand to the smaller mech on the ground.
Rattrap stood taking his lover's hand. "Seriously, sweetspark, ya' killin' us. We do need some time to frag, Ya know." He smirked when she made a disgusted face.
"Too much info!" She covered her audio sensors.
The rat pressed a kiss only Dinobot's cheek. The raptor flushed with the rush of energon to his face. "Vermin!"
"What, Choppa' face, I like ta make ya blush." The rat elbowed him lightly.
Razorgear smiled at the two lovers. "You weirdos."
They all laughed and smiled. Dinobot's was forced, something was off.
The raptor was planning something. Something that might change the course of the Beast Wars.
His and Rattrap's comm. beeped in. Optimus Primal's voice echoed through both. "::Dinobot, Rattrap, Silverbolt, I need to to patrol sector theta. Immediately, there has been some Predacon activities. Find out what they're up to. Over and out.::"
Razorgear sighed, "Well I guess I'll see you two later. Bye." She walked out of the training room and turned toward her quarters.
Dinobot's optics fell to the ground, Goodbye Razorgear, I'll miss you.
Rattrap followed the femme out, but paused to turn back to the raptor. "Are ya' sure ya' alright?"
He didn't speak, but the warrior nodded and followed after Rattrap.
The patrol with the maximal fuzor and Rattrap. Optimus Primal had hesitated when he decided that those three should go check out Predacon territory together, but decided it was fine. Dinobot wished Silverbolt wasn't there, so Rattrap and him could be alone. Even though the fuzor wasn't directly beside them. The warrior could sense his gaze. An he hated it.
Alone with the rodent, that's all Dinobot wanted.
The fuzor swooped lower to glide beside the raptor and Rattrap. "Nothing so far, but something doesn't feel right."
"It seems too quiet around here."
"Don't be fooled, Vermin. There is always battle in Predacon territory."
Just as the warrior finished speaking, Predacons popped out of no where and began to attack them.
Inferno and Waspinator shooting from the air, and Quickstrike charging straight at them. The insects quickly take out Silverbolt and Dinobot. While Rattrap tricked the Predacon fuzor and blasted him to the ground.
Out numbered, the Maximal spy did what he did best. He hid.
"Where'd that blasted vermin go off too?" Quickstrike hissed.
Inferno lightly shoved the fuzor, "Forget the rat. We have better prizes for the Queen." He lifted Dinobot and flew off.
Waspinator stared at Quickstrike, "Fuzor, help Wassspanator."
The gold and teal mech turned away from the insect. "I'm gonna find that blasted rodent."
"Fine."
Quickstrike disappeared, there was a light thud, then he called back, "Here, bug bot this will help ya' carry that slaggin' Maximal." A small box like object was tossed into the air at Waspinator. "Just a press dat trigger in the middle, ya' greenhorn"
Doing as he was instructed, Waspinator passed out when he pressed the trigger and a gas was released.
Rattrap stepped out from behind a rock and laughed.
The Maximal warrior awoke caged in the Darksyde. His optics flickered on and off. His view came back into focus. He saw the warlord standing a few meters from the cage. The cage door swung open, and the purple T-Rex smirked, "Thank you for joining us, dear Dinobot. Yess." The Predacon leader pointed his tail cannon at Dinobot's head. "Too bad you won't be staying long."
The raptor burst of his cell and knelt in front of the warlord. "Megatron, I swear my allegiance to you." He drew his rotating sword, and handed the hilt to the T-Rex.
Dinobot walked proudly as he followed the Predacon warlord. The Darksyde was just as evil as before his left it. He felt the stares of all his former comrades.
"Megatron, my lord, why is the traitor here?" The Predacon SIC, Scorpanok, stepped beside the warlord.
The transmetal T-Rex growled to his SIC, then turned to the rest of the crew. "Predacons, Dinobot has returned to us!"
His followers glanced at each other, then Taranlus stood and stated. "How do we know if his intentions are true? I can take a look in his processor for you, my lord."
The Predacon warlord rose his hand to silence the spider mech. "I doubt Dinobot would enjoy having you running through his processor, nor would I. But a test of loyalties, will not be out of order."
Dinobot froze, and then calmly answered, "Anything, My lord."
The Predacon warlord hummed with amusement, "Yeess, come with me." He wave to Dinobot to follow, they walked away from the other Predacons, and began walking the halls of Darksyde. "You shall retrieve the golden disks for me."
"And?"
"And nothing!" The transmetal T-rex snapped at his former lieutenant. He stopped walking, and then stepped directly in front of Dinobot. The warlord lifted his hand and brushed his fingers down the side of Dinobot's face. "Remember, before you foolishly left us, what we were?"
How could I forget? Dinobot thought to himself. And I regret every nanoclick of it. But Dinobot didn't say any of that, he just smiled forcefully nodding his head.
Megatron smiled, "My dear Dinobot, are you coming back to the Predacon cause . . . or me."
The warrior swallowed painfully and forced himself to say, "Both."
"Good," Megatron resumed walking, Dinobot started after the warlord. "And now for the disks. Yesss."
Silverbolt awoke with the sound of someone calling out his name and shaking his shoulders. "Yo, Silverbolt? Birddog? Wakey wakey!"
The fuzor's optics blinked on, his vision was blurry. But as he continued to blink his optics it cleared to see Rattrap shaking him lightly. "Dere you are birddog. How are ya?"
The maximal fuzor shook his head lightly, "A bit fazed, but alive."
"Ya functionin' enough to fly back to base? And call in da' heavy hitters?" Rattrap inquired as he offered a hand to Silverbolt.
Once the silver mech was on his feet, he stretched out his wings and looked side to side, examining them. "Yes, I am able."
"Good, I'm goin' after da Insect and gettin' Choppa' face back." Rattrap transformed into his transmetal beast mode and drove toward the Predacon base at an alarming rate.
Rattrap wasn't about to let Dinobot go, not with their relationship right were the rat wants it. He'd do anything for Dinobot, but Rattrap would never admit that. Though, at the moment, it wasn't important he had to save the exPredacon.
Dinobot lead the Predacon Warlord to where he had hid the stolen golden disk. He had hidden it on a mountaintop grotto. The warrior took his time guiding the Megatron to the hiding spot. He walked over to one of the rocks and flipped it over.
The Cybertronian golden disk was reviled from underneath the rock. The warrior grabbed the disk, handed it to the warlord, and then released the rock.
"Yes, good Dinobot." Megatron stared at the golden disk, smiling at his reflexion in it. "With this marvel, we can write a new chapter in history of our race!"
"Or destory it," Dinobot said aloud. Either way I will protect them.
Megatron placed a hand on Dinobot's shoulder, "I assure you, everything will happen as I calculated."
"Looks like I got here just in time!" Rattrap stepped out from his hiding place, pointing a gun at the Predacon Warlord. "Servos off him, now."
Dinobot powered on his optic lasers, and fired them at the Maximal spy. "Once again wrong, Vermin."
Rattrap was sent flying, his back painfully collided with a boulder. "Did I miss somethin'?"
"Indeed you did, rodent. Yesss." Megatron stood, brushing the dust and dirt from his body. "Dinobot is no longer you ally."
The Maximal spy didn't move, he just stared at the warrior, "Choppa' face what is he talkin' 'bout?" The raptor's only response was the unsheathing of his weapon. "Dinobot?"
"Finish him." Megatron pointed at Rattrap. Dinobot stepped closer to the fallen Maximal, pointing the tip of his blade to Rattrap's neck cables.
Betrayed. Dinobot is gonna kill me. "Once a Pred, always a Pred." Rattrap spat, he couldn't believe this. He glared into the Predacon warrior's optics, refusing to look away.
Dinobot turned away from the the Maximal, "I cannot." He lowered his blade and then dropped it to the ground. The warrior could not kill his lover.
Megatron laughed at Dinobot, "It seems my doubts about you were true. Those Maximals turned you soft. Yess."
The warrior growled as he spun to face the Warlord. "Give me any other Maximal, my . . . my lord. I shall prove my loyalties to you." Dinobot glanced to the Maximal spy still laying on the ground. "Just not . . . not this one."
Megatron's optic ridge rose, "Oh my, my, dear Dinobot, how often did you take this filth to your berth?" The warrior's gaze fell to the ground. "So, it's true. This vermin is your berhtmate." Megatron stepped beside Dinobot lightly pushing him out of the way. The warlord stared down at Rattrap, still lying on the ground. "You know, Rattrap, you are not the only one that knows how good of a lover this is." The purple mech dragged a digit down Dinobot's face plates. "Yess."
Dinobot didn't move away from the intruding touch. Though, his whole body tensed, as the digit slid under his chin.
Rattrap reached for his blaster and fired. Once, twice, three times at Megatron's chest. The warlord was sent back with each shot. In the distance, more shots came aimed for the transmetal T-Rex. And the warlord fled.
Optimus Primal and Silverbolt landed, "What the slag happened?"
Rattrap stood, brushed the dirt from his body, and glared at Dinobot. "Ask da' bot who decided to play Pred." The warrior's head lowered in shame.
Silverbolt winced, "Dinobot? What about your honor?"
"Is not Maximal honor," the warrior answered. "My choice were my own, and I thought . . . it was all pointless."
No one spoke for a few long moments, Optimus Primal sighed. He transformed into his flight mode, "We'll discuss this when we return to base." The leader locked on to Dinobot.
End of Chapter 9!
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