Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers or Beast Wars, never will. Plot, Pantha and Tri are mine. Kickback and Manterror and his Beast Wars world is Super Metal Sonic's, Talon is Storm Blue's and Dragonsbane belongs to Tahalli. I hope y'all enjoy the new chapter.


Three long mega-cycles later, a few of the Maximals and all of the Predacons, except Terrorsaur and Waspinator, were at a meeting place on neutral ground, both sides had better clothes on then they had on before. They had finally, after scavenging through their ships, found where their extra armor was and were, no doubt, surprised to realize that their armor had become human clothes. Oh well, it worked out for all of them in the end.

Megatron sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest; he now had on a large, purple jacket that covered his arms, but no shirt on under it. He had on a pair of shorts, which were a kaki color, but he had to rip at the knees to get over his thick, scaled covered legs. He glared at Primal from where he was sitting, he had finally learned how to sit with a tail somewhat comfortably, on a boulder, Scorponock near his side.

Primal returned the Decepticon tyrant's glare, but sighed, running a black-gloved hand over his face. His legs were covered with cameo pants and his shirt was a brown color that matched as well. Over his feet, he had on a pair of army-like boots, but they weren't laced to tightly like they should have been; the Maximal commander's feet were too big to make his boots any tighter. He stood up from where he was leaning against a tree. "Megatron, the blast came from your base. We've established that fact."

"Don't you think I know that, Primal?" The man snapped. His red eyes narrowed, "That traitorous spider and the mantis were working on two different things that happened to explode at the same time…" He motioned to himself, "Causing this."

Primal glanced back at Rhinox, who was wearing the same outfit as Primal on he had a green shirt with a cameo jacket over it, his goggles still in place over his forehead, and the ex-rhino raised a large eyebrow. He didn't believe the story either. Well, not completely anyways. The Maximal leader nodded and then turned back to Megatron. "I agree with Rhinox, I think there's more, but I guess since you've excepted this is the fault of your men, that's all I'm going to get right now."

Megatron nodded, but there was a look in his eyes no one could quite read. Beside him, in his large, purple jacket, purple pants and western like boots, Scorponock spoke up. "What are we going to do about the base, boss?" He asked, knowing that his leader wanting someone to change the subject.

When Dinobot, who was standing beside Primal with his arms crossed over his chest, raised an eyebrow, Megatron simply shrugged and started to explain, but was interrupted. "The lava is too hot for your new bodies." The raptor smirked. He stepped forwards, revealing what he was wearing. His scaled legs were covered with what appeared to be brown samurai-like pants and a samurai-like jacket over his arms and back, showing some of his chest, which was tied at the waist together with a blue belt rope. "Isn't it, Mighty Megatron?" He taunted.

"Well?" Primal asked.

Megatron cleared his throat and straitened up. "It is too hot to stay there for long periods of time." He clarified, "But, yes. I suppose it his."

"So you've lost your base." Chuckled Primal. He shook his head. "What a turn of events."

"See, Rattrap? It didn't help them at all." Cheetor smirked as he fiddled with his blue jeans shorts.

"Yeah, yeah…" The rat muttered, crossing his arms over his chest. His tail flicked from side to side in annoyance. He stood up and brushed his heavy, dark brown miner pants off. "So…now dat da Preds 're out of a base…" He saw Megatron growl and him and shut up.

"We're not out of a base just yet." Megatron finished. He stood up just as Terrorsaur and Waspinator flew into view. Both landed, but only one on his feet. Waspinator ended up crashing to the ground.

Terrorsaur ignored the wasp as he struggled to get up and straitened his red biker's jacket as everyone got a good look at him. He had long, sleek red hair that went down to the small of his back and was braided so it wouldn't get into his eyes when he flew. His eyes were small and red, but they had such a sneaky look to them everyone had to stop and think if he was up to something. His legs were covered with biker-like pants, but, judging from the scales going up his pants, everyone guessed his legs, or maybe from his stomach down, were scaled. His hands and arms were also scaled and were clawed so he looked like a deadly hunter. On his back, his pterodactyl wings were in a resting position, but they twitched every few seconds, as if ready to fly again.

"Wazzpinator report Wazzpinator and Terror-Bot find new base!" Waspinator said as he stood up, spiting dirt and grass out of his mouth, showing his dirty fangs.

The wasp had big, innocent blue eyes with goggles, only his were flying instead of working on science projects like Rhinox's, resting on his forehead. Thick, jagged blond hair covered his forehead and went all the way down to his shoulders in an uneven, unprofessional haircut. Embedded in his hair, the Maximals could faintly see wasp antenna laying in the curls. He had on a pair of baggy, green pants with yellow and black stripes on the side; his pants nearly covered his boots, which were colored like his paint job when he had been a robot. Waspinator's torso and arms were covered with a light green pilot's jacket that had a yellow shirt underneath and four, transparent wings sticking out of the back. Or rather, his back.

"See?" Megatron asked, standing up. "We now have a base." He acted as if he was dusting his hands off. "All settled and done with. Now…if you would be so kind as to accept my offer of a truce? At least until we get all this settled and return to normal, of course."

"Of course." Primal replied dryly; he didn't trust Megatron as far as he could throw him, which wasn't that far with these new bodies. He glanced around at the Predacons and paused. One of them was missing.


"WHY are we doing this again? Someone…tell me that." Talon asked as she, Kickback, Dragonsbane and Pantha headed through the northern wasteland, which was a pain considering most of them needed warmth instead of the cold. "It's freezing!!" She wrapped her arms around herself; the femme had on a silver pilot's outfit and gloves on, but that barely helped any.

"B-Because…" Pantha managed as she wrapped her furred arms around herself, "We-We've gotta f-find…T-Tigatron…" The femme had on less warmer clothes than Talon, a pair of Capri blue jeans and a black t-shirt with a tool belt around her waist. Not good clothes for hiking in the snow. Too put it simply, she was freezing her little black tail off.

"Anyone know where he is?" Dragonsbane asked as she blew a bit of fire into her clawed hand, "Here." She offered it to Pantha, who showed the dragon/human her furred hands before wrapping them back around herself, "Right, forgot you've got fur."

"No. T-That's why…why we're looking-looking for him." Kickback said around chattering teeth as he rubbed his arms. His thick tail made a track in the snow behind him as he hopped ahead of the others, trying to move faster to stay warm. He, too, only had on a pair of blue jeans, only his were a bit longer and, amazing, fit his kangaroo legs, and a brown t-shirt.

"Duh." Dragonsbane sighed. She flew over to Kickback and held the fire near him so he could warm up a bit, "Well…how do we know he's still…" She hated to say it, "alive?"

That made everyone pause. They glanced at each other and then started moving again after a moment of freezing cold beating down on them. Pantha hurried to catch up from where she was slowing down. "We don't…he could be…" She shivered at the thought of the brave tiger dying out in the snowy place he called home. The femme picked up her numb tail and moved it so it could try to warm up by Dragonsbane's fire and get some feeling back into it.

"Why couldn't Primal have sent Rhinox or Dinobot? Or someone else who has a little more clothing?!" Talon yelled as she landed next to the ground. "I mean, we're out here freezing our afts, er…butts off!"

"Literally." Pantha offered her numb tail as an example.

"Literally." Agreed Talon.

Kickback jumped a little faster. "…Hey…is it just me or can you guys smell that?"

"Smell what, KB?" Talon, Dragonsbane and Pantha all asked.

"It smells like…" The kangaroo man took a sniff, "Smoke."

Dragonsbane sighed and offered him her fire.

"No, no. It's faint…but strong…come on!" Kickback hopped ahead and Dragonsbane and Talon flew into the air.

"Hey! Wait up!" Pantha yelled as she struggled to keep up, running on all furred fours. "Come on! Paws are going numb here!"

"I gotcha, P." Dragonsbane swooped down and grabbed the back of her shirt, pulling her into the air as they hurried to catch up with Kickback and Talon.

Unbeknown to the group of valiant, and horrible cold, Maximals, a pair of sickly green eyes was watching them as they raced across the frozen wasteland of the north, trying to find their friends. The person the eyes belonged to chuckled and followed the party as he made his way through the snow, the powdery white substance up to his waist at some points.

Tigatron sighed and studied himself in the half frozen puddle of water on the cave floor as he sat by a fire he had made, arms wrapped around himself. His limbs from the joints downwards were white furred and that of a tiger's while his torso and head was that of a man's. He had skin like an Eskimo's, his eyes were a beautiful, soft blue and his hair, while all the way down to the small of his back, was thick and white like fur. He had black markings on his face that he had discovered they were merely face paint, but hadn't removed them yet.

As he scooted a bit closer to the fire he couldn't help but think he was lucky; he had woken up wrapped in clothes that were made of the fur of a white tiger, which covered his torso, legs and arms, and a hat that covered his hair and made his tiger ears feel uncomfortably warm. At first, he had felt saddened by the fact that he was wearing animal skin, especially the skin of his beloved tigers, but then realized that it was probably the skin of his beast mode due to the fact it had some metal shavings in the fur.

Tigatron sighed again and started to change his position when he heard crunching footsteps in the snow. He glanced up and saw four large shadows in the entranceway to his cave; the tiger man shot up and reached for his weapon, but realized he didn't have it.

"Easy, Tigatron. It's us." A voice sounded from the doorway.

"My friends?" Tigatron asked, stepping forwards.

Kickback entered the cave, followed by Talon and then Dragonsbane, who was still carrying Pantha. Talon and Pantha both spotted the fire and ran over to it instantly. Kickback sighed, shaking his head. "Yeah, Tigatron, it's us." He glanced over the tiger, taking in his new appearance. "You were affected by the blast." He commented.

"As were you." The tiger said, "Come. The fire's warmer than your wet clothes, I'm sure."

Kickback nodded as he and Tigatron walked over closer to the fire. Tigatron felt someone pulling on his clothes and glanced down. Talon frowned up at him. "How come he got good clothes and we got these freezin' things?" She asked.

"Probably because our alternate modes were suited for warmer climates, thus forth the clothes are armor turned into were suited for the warm weather and not the cold." Pantha offered as she huddled close to the fire.

"…I'm gonna pretend I understood that." Talon joked.

"Ha-ha." Muttered the panther sarcastically.

"Uh, guys…" Dragonsbane spoke up, "Not to ruin this mood anymore than it is…but I'm getting that creepy 'you're-being-watched' feeling…"

"…What do you mean, Dragonsbane?" Kickback asked, turning to look at the white dragon girl. He had a worried look on his face.

"I mean someone's watching us…my beast mode senses are tingling…" The dragon paused. "Gah, I sound like Spiderman!"

Pantha sniggered, but then paused. She stood up and her cat-like nose twitched as she looked around. "Guys…I agree with Dragonsbane…someone's scent…it's filling up my nostrils…EW!"

"What?" Talon asked, standing up as well. She looked worried.

Tigatron answered for the femme as she pawed at her nose. "It smells like fish." He answered, scrunching up his cat-like nose as well.

"Shouldn't that smell good to you?" Kickback asked.

"Rotting fish, KB." Pantha mumbled as she, Tigatron and Dragonsbane walked towards the entranceway.

Tigatron went first; he was up to his knees in snow, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. He tried to see past the snowfall, which had gotten heavier in the last hour, but it obscured his and the other's vision. All he could do was sniff around until he smelled the scent getting stronger; getting closer. His blue eyes widened. "Get inside! Now! It's-" But before he could tell who, a massive hand reached out of the snow and grabbed him across the back of his neck.

Dragonsbane and Pantha both stumbled back as Tigatron was lifted into the air by a huge man with tanned skin, heavy boots, a vest-like red jacket that resembled a lifejacket faintly and leather pants with chains on it on, but the most striking feature were his emerald green eyes. As he neared the light, you could see crab-like antennas on his head and three slim bones sticking through each cheek. He had crab legs coming out of his back and crab-like armor all over his exposed skin.

The femmes and Kickback all gasped. They knew instantly who this was.

"Rampage."


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