I'm not sure how you guys are like this, I hope its ok. If you have ideas, I would love to hear them. And I am going to have that wave of energy happen (the one that transformed them into Transmetal…except Dinobot, Rhinox, Black Arachnia and Silverbolt)

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Swifteye thought she had it good, she now had friends and she knew where she stood. It had been about a week since she had joined the Maximals; they had tried to download some information to her so she could remember the history of her people. But for some reason she had denied them, she thought that all that mattered was what was here and now.

Every day she and Dinobot would go out and have target practice, then she would spend some time with Rattrap and learn about stealth. She loved talking with Rhinox and learning how to build things, Silverbolt would tell her valiant stories of battles past and she would have girl talk with Black Arachnia (she had formed a sort of fragile friendship).

But she and Cheetor had become just like brother and sister, they would play pranks on the others and have races out on the savannah plain. Swifteye had made it clear that she just wanted it to be a friendship and Cheetor had agreed that nothing would become of it, so he took up his role of older brother.

At the moment she and Cheetor were making another pass around the savannah when they got a radio call.

"Cheetor, Swifteye," Optimus called over the com, "we had detected some Predacon movement over in sector 139 and I want you to check it out."

"Rodger Optimus," Swifteye replied before Cheetor could get a word in edgewise.

"I'm older," Cheetor wined, "I should be the one to confirm orders."

"Well guess what," Swifteye looked at him through her blue optics and twitched her cat ears at him. "I'm faster," and with that her long cheetah legs surged her forward and she took the lead in the race to find the Preds first.

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It had been a good race and Swifteye had won by a hair, but she claimed that she had been holding back so Cheetor wouldn't feel so bad about loosing. "Swifteye Maximize," the femme called out as she reached their destination, her keen eyes swept the surroundings as she waited for her friend.

"Cheetor Maximize," the bot came to stand by the femme, "see anything?"

"Nah," Swifteye replied as she looked back at Cheetor, "nothing, but I wouldn't put it past those Preds to do something underhanded and mean."

Cheetor chuckled, "neither would I."

So without another word the two cat bots crept into the dark foliage that was the last place the Predacon signal had come from.

"Do you have that awful feeling that something terrible is going to happen?" Cheetor whispered as he crept through the underbrush behind her.

"Yah," the femme replied, "But unfortunately for the terrible something, the spotted duo are here and we don't give up so easily." Swifteye smiled at her friend before continuing on, "Just keep your optics sharp."

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Waspinator had once again found a pod but he had no idea what to do, Swifteye had been his final falling from grace. Megatron blamed him for her defecting, but Waspinator always got blamed. He gave an audible sigh as he poked at the controls and he didn't even get a sign that he going to be attacked until he was torn to pieces and two young spotted faces laughed at him.

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"Well I think that bad feeling is gone," Swifteye laughed as she stood guard incase more preds showed up, "old Waspy didn't know what hit him."

Cheetor smiled as he punched buttons in the pods computer, "ya, we blew of Waspy and retrieved a pod, id say that we now have a good something following us."

Swifteye had her back to the pod, so she couldn't see what was happening when the pod activated. Her order now was to make sure no one came up behind them; she was the flanker till they got back to base with the new Maximal.

She could hear as the pod scanned and as it picked a form and the pod open and Cheetor gasp. Swifteye swung around, gun ready to fire if he was in trouble, only to be stopped short by a large metal hand holding the barrel of her gun.

Her optics only came up to the chest of the transformer, so she followed up its chest till she met its gaze, it was curious. "And who might you be?" the large transformer stood still as he examined her.

"I am Swifteye," She replied shakily, this new transformer unsettled her, "what side do you align yourself with?"

"I am Leoncrush," the bot smiled, "and I am Maximal."

"Good," Swifteye stepped back from Leoncrush and stepped around him to check on Cheetor. The other bot sat on his skid plate where he had landed when the Maximal had batted him away, "you ok?"

"Ya," Cheetor stood with her help, "but my pride has been killed."

"Speaking of pride," Leoncrush stepped forward, "where are the rest of the Maximals?"

"This way," Cheetor motioned and transformed into his beast mode, Swifteye followed suit and Leoncrush followed them.

Leoncrush turned out to be a lion of great size; he had trouble keeping up with the quick cats. But Swifteye and Cheetor slowed up a bit for him, the two messed about as they waited for the bigger bot to hurry it up.

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"Welcome to the Maximals, friend," Optimus shook the new bots hand, "I hear that it was a close call, you almost became a Predacon."

Leoncrush smiled at Optimus, "it was all thanks to the cubs." He turned his smile to Swifteye, who rolled her optics and walked over to bother Rattrap at the computer.

Optimus studied the new Maximal as he fell into a light conversation with Dinobot. Leoncrush's robot form held the head of the lion on his chest, while his great paws rested on his shoulders, his feet were covered by his hind paws and he held an easy air about him.

Optimus shrugged lightly and went to talk with Rhinox about upgrading the defense systems.

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Swifteye had been able to slip out of the room, unnoticed by Leoncrush and she sighed with relief, only to jump back in fright when Black Arachnia dropped down in front of her. "Please, do not do that."

"Sorry kitty," the spider grinned, "couldn't help it." The spider femme fell into step beside Swifteye, "I see you found us a new recruit and he's kind of cute."

Swifteye balked at that comment and turned angrily toward the spider, "that bot looks at me weird and he won't stop staring." She huffed angrily then threw a glance at the spider, "besides, didn't you just sort of cheat on Silverbolt?"

"Its not cheating if I don't do anything," Black Arachnia shrugged lightly before turning down a side passage, "better watch out, big, bright and possessive is coming."

At that last comment, Swifteye could hear the sound of the approaching bots steps, indeed it was Leoncrush. Her optics flashed about, trying to find a suitable hiding place and they landed upon a door.

Without a thought she hit the button to open the door and when it was, she threw herself inside and closed it. Just in time to hear the bot walk past. Swifteye let out a sigh of relief in the dark room, "wonder where I am."

"In my room," a grumpy, snarling voice answered as a light clicked on. Dinobot glared at the cat bot from his place on his recharge berth, "is there any particular reason you are here?"

"I am so sorry Dinobot," Swifteye picked herself off the floor and leaned against the wall, "but I had to hide from the new bot, he just won't leave me alone."

"New bot?" Dinobot looked a bit confused, "I did not hear of one."

"Oh, Optimus must have not wanted to wake you," the femme explained, "the new bot is named Leoncrush, Cheetor and I rescued him from becoming a Predacon." She looked scared for a moment, "but that infernal bot wont leave me alone, he keeps staring at me."

"Obviously he thinks something of you," The Raptor chuckled at the young bot but then looked serious, "but if it is some unwanted attention, I shall look into it."

"Thank you Dinobot!" Swifteye threw her arms about the bigger bot and gave him a quick hug before bouncing out the door.

"Strange child," Dinobot shook his head in confusion. "Beast mode," he commanded before heading out after the young bot.

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Leoncrush couldn't find that femme bot anywhere, he had looked and looked. He couldn't help but feel a connection to her, it could have been the connection between cats, but he quickly swept that from his processor.

Swifteye, he had only been here about fifteen minutes and all he had heard about her was praise, from the young bot to the seasoned veteran Optimus.

But as he thought harder, it wasn't a connection of what humans called love, but something that ran deeper. Something in their very fluids, he just hoped that the femme didn't think that he was stalking her for malicious circumstances.

Leoncrush shook his head and walked back to the bridge; he would try and sort things out later.

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Dinobot didn't really know what to say to the new bot, maybe introduce himself then jump to conclusions, or jump to conclusions and have started off on a bad foot. Either way, it would help out the young femmeand as the youngest member; they all had to look out for her.

So when he entered the bridge and saw Leoncrush there, he stepped forward to do…something but was stopped by Rattrap calling for everyone to brace for impact.

Their ship was hit hard and it knocked everyone off their feet, the last thing Dinobot saw before his optics dimmed was a bright light reverberating through the ship.

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Swifteye was the first to wake; she picked herself off the corridor's floor and made her way unsteadily to the bridge. When she entered, the floor was a jumble of bodies, so she leaned over and helped the fist one up.

It looked like Cheetor, but it couldn't be, this bot looked even more robotic and his animal parts even looked robotic. "Cheetor?" she asked uncertainly.

"Ya," the bot asked a bit confused, "and you are?"

"What do you mean 'who am I?'" Swifteye became frantic, "I'm Swifteye."

The new Cheetor seemed to have regained some of his senses, "if you are Swifteye, you sure have changed."

"If I have changed, then you have to," the two young bots turned to look at their reflections on the metal wall.

"Wow," Swifteye said, admiring herself. She was now black in color where she used to be gold, and she was gold in color where she used to be black.

"Beast mode," the femme commanded and she transformed. Instead of looking organic, she looked very much robotic. The once soft features were a bit more squared and gave a sharp appearance, her legs were longer for more speed and her body was now built a bit slimmer, so she was able to cut the air a bit better.

"This is weird," she said in awe.

"Tell me about it," Cheetor had copied her and stood admiring his new form (think of the one with him having his cat head split on his hands).

Then the two cat bots turned their attention to the rest. Optimus had already picked himself up, he looked a bit different himself and he looked at the two young bots with raised eye ridges.

"All you must do is look at yourself," Swifteye said before turning to Leoncrush, instead of the golden hero he once was, he was now white in color with silver accents, his own beast mode was undoubtedly more robotic, like everyone else who had been affected.

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Now that the fiasco of everyone being confused was over, life was staring to settle back down and she and Leoncrush had a talk and thank goodness he didn't have feelings for her. But she still felt unsettled when the bot stared at her.

But he had reasons; he was trying to remember something that had to do with them both and that in itself was explanation enough to let the bot just have a look.

So all in all it was a pretty cool thing, at least that's what Swifteye and Cheetor thought. They got new bodies and upgraded weapons, what more could a young bot want?