Ok people. I am running out of ideas for this Beast Wars story. So this one might be a bit short, I am going to move onto another one after this. Maybe I might be able to do better with the next one…don't worry; it will still have your favorite femme.
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The day had been a beautiful one, sunny, the birds were singing and the Predacons weren't attacking. Swifteye grinned at a passing butterfly and took a swipe at it before it fluttered away; the sun warmed her breastplate as she sprawled lazily across the top of the ship.
Because her armor was now black, it attracted a lot more heat and the femme liked that just fine. Swifteye's feline side reveled in the heat.
Now being mostly transmetal, it changed her life a bit. Wildlife now tried to stay a bit farther away from her and she could never really fit in with the other animals. But aside from that, she was having a fun time with Cheetor as they explored the land around their crash site.
With a sigh, Swifteye sat up and glanced around, her movements were sluggish and content. She yawned and sprang to her feet, shaking off any sleep that might linger. Stepping up to the edge of the ship, the femme looked off the side, Optimus stood below, looking at a pad that currently had the ships diagnostics on it.
An evil glint made its way into Swifteye's optics and she let out a devious purr. With cat-like grace she leapt off the top of the ship, doing several front flips and landing noiselessly behind Optimus.
Swifteye was just about to pounce on Optimus when a gentle rumbling laughter stopped her short.
"Don't even think about it Swift," Optimus turned his head to look at the femme, "it's not lady-like."
"Hah, lady-like," she spat then moved to stand beside Optimus, "how did you know I was there?"
"I can't go around telling my secrets no can I?" Optimus smiled at the young femme before turning back to his work.
"Slag," Swifteye muttered before storming back into the ship, "next time I will have to do better."
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Inside the ship, Dinobot sat at the controls, monitoring the area.
"Your turn eh?" the femme leaned against an open space on the council, "see anything interesting?"
Dinobot glanced up at the femme from his work, "yes it is my turn and I have not found anything worth looking into."
To her, it seemed like Dinobot was nicer to her than to most of the others. "Is the rat around?" Swifteye asked curiously, "I haven't seen him in awhile."
"The vermin is not here," Dinobot told her, in that snarling speech of his, "he and spots went out on patrol."
"Picking up some of the rats talk are you?" the femme smiled as the raptor turned back to his work a bit to hurriedly.
"I have no idea what you mean young one," the bot focused fully on the screen.
Swifteye giggled and turned around on one foot, then walked slowly down the hall. Everyone seemed to be too busy lately, they were getting antsy with the Preds not attacking, and they just expected the dummies to attack at any time.
The femme was just about to turn into her quarters when Optimus called over her com, "Swifteye, you and Leoncrush are to report outside the ship for a patrol."
With a resigned sigh, the femme closed her quarters doors and padded outside to meet with Optimus and the one who stared a bit too much at her.
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Leoncrush met Optimus and Swifteye in the shade of the ship; he had been sharpening his claws when he got the call. Optimus wanted the two cats to accompany him on a patrol on the edge of the Maximals territory.
The bot's processor worked overtime trying to bring back memory that had been scrambled when he landed in the pod; no doubt it was something important. And he knew it had something to do with the younger femme before him.
"Beast mode," Optimus ordered and all three slipped into their transmetal forms and began the first step of their short travel.
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Swifteye frowned (as best as a cat can frown) at the ground that moved swiftly below her, and then her eyes moved up to Optimus. He had a flight mode, so did Cheetor and that wasn't fair, the femme's ears laid back against her head as she sulked silently, for she was made to run beside the bot that wouldn't leave her alone.
She could just feel his eyes boring into the back of her black, gold spotted head. Her thoughts were so wrapped up in something so trivial that she didn't notice when something important happened.
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Leoncrush finally got it, something clicked in his mind and the answer just came to him, "Swifteye."
The femme slowed, and then stopped to look at him, her eye ridge rose in question, "I know you think I have been staring at you, and I have."
The femme rolled her optics then turned to go.
"Wait," he called and she turned, this time looking annoyed, "its actually a really good reason, you see..."
But Leoncrush was cut off when a hole blossomed in his chest plate and he fell onto his face.
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"Wazpinator hit big cat bot," the wasp jumped up from his hiding spot in triumph but was quickly dispatched by an angry femme.
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Swifteye swung back towards Leoncrush, fluids were pooling about his form and she could see his spark sputtering from the hole in his chest. "Leoncrush?" her question was fait with worry.
"Do not weep," the bot raised his hand to put it upon her shoulder; he coughed slightly and muttered something weakly.
"What was that?" Swifteye moved closer to hear what the bot was saying.
"I…am your…b…brother," the bot smiled up into the femmes shocked optics and Optimus landed nearby.
"What happened?" Optimus sounded angry but a lot more worried.
But Optimus had come just in time to see the newest member to the Maximals pass into the matrix, the spark briefly spun about the femme before disappearing into the sky.
"It was Waspinator," Swifteye said in shock, "he killed my…brother…"
Fluid welled up in her optics, just to spill down her face, "Optimus, Leoncrush was my brother."
Optimus pulled the young femme into a fatherly hug, "he has joined the matrix and you must find happiness in the thought that he is now looking down on you."
"I didn't have any time with him as my brother though," she pushed away from Optimus, "and now I never will."
Optimus looked sadly at the femme before picking up the empty body of Leoncrush, "come Swifteye, we must give your brother a proper recycling."
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After Leoncrush's recycling, things around the base got a lot darker. No longer did the younger bots play and pull pranks on the elders, Cheetor might try, but he could never pull them off alone.
The young femme, Swifteye, spent most of her time in the simulation room. Destroying all enemies that it could throw her way, now she seemed detached and angry, snapping at anyone who bothered her.
Her optics were no longer held the spark of youth, but the stark truth of reality that none want to face. Some of the time, she could be found wandering the halls aimlessly, staring into space, and thoughts clearly on her mind.
Whenever the Predacons attacked, she attacked back without mercy, often destroying a few in the process, but never killing. No, she wasn't that far gone.
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Swifteye wandered onto the bridge and was stopped short by Rattrap.
"Listen kid, ya gotta snap out of it," the rat glared up at the taller femme, "ya got everyone in a tiz and we are worried about you."
"Don't be," she said simply and stepped around him, "there is no need to worry."
"Oh, I bet there is a lot to worry about when you are around," Rattrap grabbed the femme's arm and turned her around, "stop just thinking about yourself and start thinking of others."
The femme exploded on the rat, "What do you think I have been doing?!" Swifteye snarled at the smaller bot, "All I can think about is who I will loose next! I can't take loosing another of you and if you can't see that you are blind!"
But the argument was cut short by an explosion rocking the ship.
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Outside, all hell broke loose. Shots were being fired everywhere, both sides had hunkered down and none were giving ground.
"Give up Optimus!" Megatron called out, "you have no way to defeat us."
"Never!" Swifteye called out viciously before Optimus had time to reply. With a few agile steps, the femme was in front of the Predacon leader and she brought her fist swiftly into his gut, "I will never let you hurt them."
Megatron keeled over, trying to catch his breath, "why you insolent child…" with a swift unexpected swipe of his hand, he sent the smaller femme skidding across the ground. "Hah," he laughed as he stood, "you can't stand up against me, yess."
"Swifteye," Optimus jumped out of cover to check on the young femme.
"Fire!" Megatron ordered, Optimus looked up and weaponry filled his vision.
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Swifteye didn't know what came over her, but it suddenly lifted. Optimus was in danger, she must help. Literally throwing herself off the ground, the femme threw herself in front of the ammo. It ripped through her armor, tearing off chunks and sending molten pieces of metal flying, but still she stayed standing, not willing to let Optimus be hurt.
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When the smoke cleared, both sides could see the sacrifice the young bot had made. Her form smoked and dripped the molten metal and a pained sound could be heard over her deep breaths. "Never," was all that passed her lips before she fell forward, just as her brother had done.
With a contemptuous snort Megatron turned from the battle, "come troops, this is no longer a challenge." With that all the Predacons disappeared from the area, leaving the Maximals alone.
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"Why did you do it Swifteye?" Optimus asked as he gently touched the pod. Rhinox had been able to stabilize the femme's failing spark, but only by reverting the femme back to protoform.
Cheetor had taken it the worst, he at that moment was outside, mourning his friends' loss, and this much Optimus knew.
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If the Maximals had suffered enough already, Inferno didn't think so. All he thought about was his queen's happiness, so with a clear conscious, the ant bot had been able to sneak aboard the Maximals air craft.
Megatron had sent him to retrieve the injured Maximal and if he couldn't, then he was to destroy it.
The ant bot cackled to himself as he dropped from the vents in the roof of the ship, right on the spot that Optimus had stood not that long ago, looking at what was once Swifteye.
"The queen requires your presence," the ant bot said to the prone pod, "willing or not." Without another thought the bot blasted a hole through the ceiling of the ship and flew out with the pod dangling below.
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Cheetor had been sitting upon a tree branch in beast mode when Inferno flew by above him. "What are you up to?" he asked himself as his eyes zoomed in on the pred, "Swifteye…."
The young bot snarled and blasted off; flying after the pred that now held is friend captive, in a state she couldn't defend herself.
The bot latched his jaws into the ant's shoulders, scraping his claws upon his back and all exposed area. "Let her go," he snarled around the mouthful of metal.
And that's what the Predacon did; he screamed and dropped the pod. It plunged through the canopy of trees like a bullet. Leaving the two flyers dueling it out above.
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Of course, none of them could have known that the pod would have landed in Quicksand and that its weight would pull it down instantly. And none were to ever find the femme, she was lost for all eternity…but of course, to some eternity doesn't last all that long.