Fan Fiction: Transformers/ Beast Wars
Title: Tried and True: Different dimensional links
Chapter#3- Proceed with caution!
Over on Cybertron life was resuming as it always had before the numerous celebrations that broke out over
The capture of Megatron was spread across all for Cybertronians to rejoice over. Optimus was stepping out of a building, clad with a heavy looking pack on his person complete with some equipment parts sticking out from his pack; even pair of stasis cuffs was visible. Suddenly as if out of nowhere a frantic Bumblebee bumped into him, obviously in a hurry to get somewhere.
"Whoa! Watch it, Bumblebee! You could've damaged yourself."
"Hey, sorry Optimus! But Sari, Bulkhead and I are on our way to check out the Six lasers over Cybertron amusement park! Me and Bulkhead are gonna show Sari the best Cybertron has to check out!"
"Yeah! From what I hear this place should be amazing! The only drawback is the crowds so we're gonna try to beat them to it!"
"Hmm, sounds very interesting. Well, I hope you three enjoy it there."
"Hey Optimus, what's with the pack? You headin' somewhere?"
"Yeah, I'm going to retrieve any and all traces of Cybertronian debris, remains or anything else of Cybertronian origin."
Bulkhead, Bumblebee and Sari all gave Optimus a blank stare, trying to make sense of what he just informed them of. Optimus sighed at seeing their expressions and sorted through his processor trying to think of a simpler way to tell them.
"You know, clean up the mess we made back on earth?"
They all let out a collective "Oh!" as their little forty watt light bulbs flickered on.
"Well, why didn't you just say so, big guy?"
"I did, Sari."
"Oh. Well, when do we leave?"
"Well, I've got a space shuttle waiting at the citadel and….wait, what do you mean 'we'?"
The three friends gave Optimus a unanimous wide grin, all three giving him an answer in unison being overly cheery as they did.
"We're coming with ya!"
"But…the amusement park…"
"Hey, I can see it anytime now that I have two homes now, right? And besides I kinda miss Detroit."
The three bots heard a loud and low rumble like a bear roaring quietly, with Sari laughing a little sheepishly with her hand over her stomach.
"I take it that's why?"
"Well, sorta. I still don't get the whole 'consumer of energon' thing yet but I'll figure it out. In the mean time I could go for a one-footer right about now."
"Yeah, and I miss all the smokin' hot rides down there too!"
They all looked to Bulkhead waiting for his reply.
"I just miss it."
"Besides, you don't think we would let you do all the cleaning up, do you? I mean, I did some of the messy stuff down there too."
They know she was referring to when she learned about her Cybertronian origin and when the all-spark overloaded her systems making her go into an automatic offensive state against her will.
Optimus had an uneasy look on his face at first but seeing their sincere smiles and seeing how committed they were to the cause Optimus let out another sigh and smiled in defeat.
"Alright then. But no playing around! We have to get this job done right and done fast."
"Uh, you sure this is only a clean-up job?"
Sari asked Optimus as she walked alongside him, Bumblebee and Bulkhead. She had taken note of his pack and saw the stasis cuffs hinting at the opening along with some other heavy looking equipment that she didn't recognize as cleaning tools. Optimus just let out a low "Hmm" and kept walking. Sari looked to Bulkhead and Bumblebee and the three just shrugged and kept on walking with Optimus.
It was quiet for a long while, halfway through Optimus would just face forward as if into nothing but at the same time something. Not too long after he just stopped in his tracks and faced his comrades.
" I guess I don't have a very good poker face, do I? Well, you were right to ask what else it is we're going to be doing on this trip back to earth, Sari. This is, in fact, more than a mere clean-up job."
"Got that right!"
The group turned their heads to see Sentinel Prime coming up behind them with a similar looking pack of his own.
"Assuming Optimus is bot enough for this mission."
"Why is HE here?"
Bumblebee muttered under his breath. Sentinel Prime gave the young bot an irritated look and dismissed it with a sort of "Hmph!"
"Sentinel Prime has been assigned to …accompany us in retrieving any traces of Cybertronian evidence still left back on earth."
Sentinel walked past the other three and approached Optimus directly with a cold and smug look on his face.
"Oh, really? From what I understand we are to retrieve, not only the Cybertronian evidence but any bots or …ugh, techno-organic freaks still lingering down there on that dust ball. And I have been sent by the council to personally oversee your progress and make sure you don't screw anything else up!"
They all had a not-so-pleased look on their faces as Sentinel declared his duty details. It was almost enough to discourage them out of going on the mission. Optimus especially wasn't looking forward to having him come with them, his past experiences with the bot being less than admirable. But they had a job to do and Optimus was going to see it through to the end no matter what.
"That's about the gist of it. Well, bots! If any of you have any sudden doubts or are not up to it…"
"Save it, boss-bot! We're comin' anyways!"
"Yeah! What Bumblebee said. We've all agreed to go with you back to earth, Optimus. Even if one of us is a major pain in the-"
"Okay! Thank you, Sari. Well, then …Autobots, Transform and roll out!"
They all whooped and raised their servos in a spirited agreement, save for an annoyed Sentinel Prime walking past them while scoffing out in a droll manner. The others simply ignored his presence and, all together, walked with Optimus to the ship.
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Silverbolt trekked lightly through the forest floor with Blackarachnia mounted atop his back holding onto his mane. He had sensed Blackarachnias' tension mounting earlier within the cave and had suggested on taking her for an outing. Reluctantly, the black widow agreed, deciding her best bet for her escape was to get a good survey of the land she was stuck on. Better to put up with the techno-organic fuzor and get some useful information out of the whole trip than to be stuck walking around in circles in some Primus forsaken leaf pit.
He had aided Blackarachnia in the dressing of her still exposed wounds, covering her upper torso with long leafy bandage-like wraps with some of salve from earlier applied underneath. She noted his relieved features as he assessed her wounds and saw that they were indeed closing up nicely.
"How are you faring, Blackarachnia?"
Of course he was referring to the ride but she merely sighed and answered in a droll tone.
"Fine. So tell me where it is we're supposed to be heading to, Rover."
"Ah, we must head into a grove to resupply on herbs and other remedies so as to continue with your treatments."
"What, you mean I have to KEEP taking this gunk?!"
"I'm afraid so."
"What the slag for?"
"It is to reduce the risk of an organic virus called an 'infection' from corrupting your circuits and causing….well, it's for that, I assure you."
She merely let out a low "hmph!" and looked around. They rushed through the lush vegetation of the jungle, his strides fast and careful so as to not cause her much discomfort. The atmosphere was damp and muggy, making her irritated with her armor. The leafy bandage wrap didn't do much help in that regard either. If anything, it made the closing wound itch to an almost unbearable degree, Blackarachnia wanting nothing more than to claw at her own insufferable organic flesh, anything to cease the itch!
"Grrr, how much Longer, Rover?"
"Apologies, Blackarachnia. It seems that I must've…"
His strides slowed to a halt in the middle of a green leafy patch of clear forest, their optics meeting nothing but a wide stretch of just green upturned earth and holes gauged into the ground.
"….taken a …wrong turn."
"Wow….nice grove, Fido."
He was unable to hear her droll sarcastic quip as Silverbolt stared slack-jawed at the spectacle before his very eyes. Not too long ago Silverbolt was here tending to his grove of herbs and other forest vegetation, nursing them with the liquid substance he had found in a long ravine, a "Lake" he heard humans call it. Bit now there was nothing. Violent gashes were strewn about the area, as if something big had come through here with the intent of destruction.
"What is it?"
Blackarachnia asked as she felt his back go tense all of a sudden with a low warning growl emitting from his throat. Silverbolt sniffed the air, noticing the subtle change.
"Something is here. I can sense their presence. It is…something hostile."
Something stirred in the thicket adjacent from where they stood, the subtle movements making Silverbolt flash his fangs and letting out a louder series of growls. Though it has been a very short time since she met the bot, Blackarachnia had never thought he was capable of showing off a play of intimidation. Were it not for her hardened character, she would've broken into a cold sweat. She silently admitted to herself of being impressed, a small quirk of a grin quickly appearing on her face before it vanished.
Another stir came from the thicket, this time it quaked the brush so much it made it tremble loudly with the rustling of the leaves. It had taken a step forward. Not a tiptoe or a small advance, but a full step. Once again Silverbolt reacted, making his left front leg take a careful step back while letting out more growls and scrunching his jowls in a sign of warning.
Blackarachnia strained forward and peered over Silverbolts now spiked mane, trying to see if she can make out what the fuzor was growling at. Her optics went wide as she recognized the familiar appendage sticking out from the brush.
"Aw, slag!"
Blackarachnia exclaimed as she jumped off of Silverbolts back and made a mad dash into the jungle, clutching her side as she did.
"B-Blackarachnia! Where are you-ungh!!"
Silverbolt was struck from behind and fell to the ground. The aggressor stepped out from the brush, a smoking laser gun in its hand.
"Run, she-spider, run! Wazpinator find you. And when Wazpinator do, Wazpinator DESTROY!!!"
Groaning, Silverbolt rose wearily on his arms.
"Unh….my cranium. Who was-?"
He turned his head and barely made out a green mech running into the jungle in the same direction as Blackarachnia had fled to. Shaking the dizziness from his head Silverbolt pursued them both, running into the jungle. He would've transformed into his robot mode but decided against it, seeing as how he was faster in his beast form anyway.
'Hold on, Blackarachnia! I shall be at your side soon!'
-End