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Chapter List
- 1-Other Variants
- 2-The Pits Inferno
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Scuffling around the very edge of the brush of the forest, a small form dashed from one cover to the next, trying to keep itself hidden. To even the untrained eye, though, it was easy to make out the tiny female shape of the being, along with her round ears placed atop her head and long ropey tail emerging from her naked bottom. The eyes watching, however, were not only trained for combat, but had once been apart of something more sophisticated then simple flesh and blood. Even being that, the eyes of the odd mesh of ant, dragon, and woman were by far superior to what she could have been left with. Turning to the male beside her, the Predicon turned pokegirl bowed before motioning to the scurrying mouse girl.
“My Queen, our prey has moved into position. Shall I announce the attack?” The female asked, feeling the fire that had become the true core of her body, the very essence of her life; ignite into a roaring flame that begged for just one chance to consume everything within its burning power.
“I think not, Inferno, no.” The large man replied scowling once more at the name his subordinate had referred him to. It was a small price to pay for such a loyal solider, one who would never think to question or disobey, but still, the simple fact that he was never a fem to begin with irked him. “Remember, this world is different from our own, and we do not have the benefit of our beast modes nor the CR chambers to heal ourselves. Stealth and precision are more suitable weapons then brute force, yeeeessss.”
“Your wisdom knows no bounds, My Queen.” Inferno groveled, submitting to her leaders command. It didn’t please her that she wasn’t able to reeve the destruction she wished, nor properly test her new strengths, but she knew that Megatron had a plan, and that his word was law. Just as well they didn’t attack in the open. With the colony down to herself and her Queen, the situation called for a change of tactics anyway.
Motioning to the hybrid to follow him, the Predicon leader stepped away from the brush, his hands behind his straight back as he spoke to Inferno. “Besides, from all that we’ve gathered so far, that was among the weaker of the beasts here. We’ll want strong, able soldiers to join us. Besides, that creature reminded me of that retched Maximal rodent. If I actually have to interact with these… ‘pokegirls’, I rather not do it with one so close to that scrap heap.”
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He didn’t know what caused it, but Rattrap knew that he never, ever, wanted to feel that shiver go up and down his spine again. And why a rather leering image of Megatron had entered his mind at the exact same time was something else that the Maximal didn’t really want to dwell all too much on either.
“Oh, this is just great.” The one time rodent gripped, kicking at a rock before him. “Not only did I not make it home to Cybertron, I also get turned into a fleshy human, lose track of all my pals, and get stranded on another dirt ball with no chance of getting home or being rescued! Primus, why do you hate me so?!” He cried, looking to the sky, his arms raised.
The short male waited, wishing for an answer or something to blast him back to where he was a Transformer and he was heading home. Heck, even an attack from a Pred would have been a welcomed with open arms, being at least remotely familiar to the explosions expert. All that was left to him now, though, was his wit, a jacket that covered his small shirtless frame and had about four pockets each side, and his pants that mimicked the fashion. Dropping his arms, Rattrap let out a sigh before turning about, a faded path before him. “Right, like you’d answer NOW of all times. Just like always, it’s up to the…” He paused, noting that he was, in fact, no longer a rat. “uh, human to get things done around here… without anyone helping him. I’m gonna die.”
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“Tigatron, behind you!”
Reacting instantly to his mate’s call, the new human spun around, catching sight of the green skinned female poised to attack and leaping to the side right as the things whip lashed at the spot he had been only a moment earlier. Had this attack started a few days before, Tigatron would have surely underestimated these unusual foes. Growling, the white haired being severely missed his beast modes claws and his robot modes freeze gun. The price for his new living nature appeared to be a lack of natural weapons that left him without a tool for use other then his reflexes and agility.
Things weren’t made easier with his foe either. A female, like all other of these creatures that Tigatron and his mate had passed by so far, she stood just as tall as Airazor, tanned yellow foliage about her hips to cover her unmentionables, though her top was bare to the entire world. To a native of the world, particularly of this area, the Weepingbutt would be recognized for her desire to feed on meat, as well as her ability to spit poison. The Maximals, foreign in both home and species, didn’t have that luxury. Flipping one of her skirt-leaves up, the Weepingbutt cracked another green vine at her prey. The strike only succeeded in hitting earth as Tigatron leaped from his position once more, again wishing for the weapons he used to have, or at least something that would aid him in fighting this long ranged opponent.
Airazor, however, wasn’t so poorly equipped. With a shrill cry that would have made her old beast mode’s species green with envy, the silver avian tackled the plant-like girl, razor sharp claws digging and raking into her opponent’s skin. The pokegirl mirrored the cry, though it was of pain instead of rage, retaliating by sprouting two vines that wrapped about Airazor slender waist and flung her from away. Unfortunately for the feral, the transformer was more at home in the air then on ground, twisting about and landing on her clawed feet without so much as a flinch. Despite the pain inflicted onto its person, the Weepingbutt was driven by hunger and fury, resistant to the idea of giving her meal up to another predator. It did upset her, though, as Airazors wings and steel clad body made her all but immune to the plant’s attacks.
“What matter of being is this?” Tigatron wondered allowed, his arms braced before him despite his lack of weaponry. He may not have anything to fight with, but he wasn’t going to let that prevent him for at least aiding his lover.
“What ever it is, it sees us as food.” Airazor replied, eyes never leaving her opponent. She had seen such creatures on her reconnaissance, feeding on the corpse of some poor being that hadn’t been strong enough to fend off its attacker. The very notion of this pokegirl trying to hurt her mate sent rage running through the females veins, the changed transformer surprised at herself by the nearly uncontrollable viciousness she felt. The steel type vented this fury, grasping another vine that had tried to get at Tiagtron, pulling it and the plant type to her, her claws reaching out to taste the Weppingbutt’s flesh once more.
Feral, but not stupid, the plant pokegirl realized that her foe wasn’t preying on the male herself, but protecting him. This made all the difference as she breathed in, aiming for both of her opponents now. “DOWN!” Airazor cried, instantly shielding Tigatron as a gush of purple fluid sprayed from the feral, missing the pair and splashing against the tree behind them. Hissing in reaction, the defending pair looked up to see roughly half of the plants trunk eating away by the acid, as if Megatron himself had come and taken a literal bite out of it.
“By the matrix!” Tigatron exclaimed, already in motion beside his mate as the foliage girl before them inhaled once more, intent on hitting her victims this time. Airazor, however, had enough of dealing with the Weppingbutt, her normally calm eyes alight with anger and fire. Bringing her arms and wings in close to her body, the female tossed them out again, a sudden flurry of feather shaped projectiles firing themselves at the plant type, all of them hitting their mark and decorating the Weppingbutt in a mixture of feathers and blood. Wounded and hurt to the point that even a weaker girl could take advantage of it, the feral pokegirl relented to the thought that her foe was too strong, turning tail and running off.
Socked at Airazors displayed ruthlessness, but smiling all the same now they were both safe, Tigatron placed a steady hand on her shoulder. The reaction to the touch was instant, the avian female turning about and snarling at the male, her eyes still filled with that same fire that she had when she used the unusual attack. It left, though, as soon as her mate was in her vision, Airazors hand moved up to her head, trying to will away the odd urges and feelings.
“Airazor, are you alright?” The white haired male asked, his face contorted by worry.
“I… I don’t know.” She answered, shaking her head lightly in hopes of removing those feelings and despairing slightly at their continued presence. “Ever since we’ve come here, it’s almost like back when our beast forms were overriding our circuits. Except this time there’s no way to delete the file that’s causing the issue.”
“It’s probably something to do with our new bodies, though I’ve yet to experience anything like that myself.” Tigatron suggested, hoping to ease some of the avians worries. “Maybe a bit more rest would do you some good.”
Airazor shook her head, moving closer to her partner, her own clawed hand taking in his normal one. “No. I’ve nearly lost you once, Tigatron. I’m not going to lose you to some wild creature just because I was asleep.”
“Do not worry, my love.” Tigatron said, gripping his hand about hers, his forehead pressed lightly against her own. “For even if I am in human form, I’ll show everyone that this tiger can still bite.”
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“Nice kitty.” Rattrap whispered, backing away slowly from the humanoid feline before him, watching the sharp claws dig into the ground while the creatures own saucer eyes stared down at the short human. “You don’t wanna hurt good old Rattrap now, do ya? I mean, I was friends wit’ Cheetor, and that should earn me brownie points for the kitten crowd, right?”
A low growl from the cat was his answer, her form crouching low to the ground, ready to pounce. His throat dry, the male patted about his body, thinking his new pockets were a poor replacement for in his old robotic arms that held his explosives and hoping that his search would turn something up of use against the feline.
Discovering a lump in one of his shirt pockets, Rattrap couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow when he pulled the contents free, a ball of string clutched within his fingers. “Well, never look a gift Pred in the mouth. ‘ey! Mittens! PLAY BALL!” The human shouted, tossing the bundle of string into the air, the feline watching it rise and fall behind it. It bounded after the enjoyable little ball of attractiveness, ignoring Rattrap completely as he hightailed it out of there, running with as much speed that his organic legs could supply him.
“Oh, man, am I really missing my Transmetal wheels right now!” The human gripped, gasping at the air he now needed to breath. With those wheels, the woods about him would be speeding past so quickly that there even robotic eyes would be hard press to tell the details about him. Now, it was as everything was in slow motion, Rattrap able to even notice a small insect on leaf as he dashed past it. All that meant to him, in the end, was that the feline behind him was sure to catch up if she so wanted to. Hopefully, it wouldn’t come to that.
Jumping up behind a dead tree before him, Rattrap risked a peek back, a small grin crossing his face, no sign of the girl at heals, ready to make a rodent snack out of him. “Hehe! Looks like I showed ‘er!” The explosions expert crowed, turning forward.
Before him stood yet another female, this one just as tall as the other, though was different then the feline he had just barely escaped. Instead of fur, what appeared to be an exoskeleton took its place, colored a lime yellow and green. At her behind, a large stinger appeared right before her rump. All this, added with the predatory look in her eyes, meant trouble for Rattrap. “Oh, FER Booting up cold!”
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“My Liege, come!” Inferno hissed, trying her absolute best to quiet herself. Normally, the insect would have cared less if the entire world had known of her coming, confident that anyone in her way would bake in the power of her fires. But Megatron had commanded stealth and precision specifically, and Inferno knew that it was best to follow her queen’s orders in such an unfamiliar surrounding such as this.
“What is it, Inferno?” The gruff male responded, kneeling down besides the woman, a small frown crossing his strong jaw as he realized that Inferno’s size outclassed his own, particularly if her large wings were included. It perturbed the Predicon that he no longer stood taller then his subordinates, Inferno taller even in this crouched position, but he pushed that thought to the back of his mind as he noticed the pair that his solider had pointed to.
One of them, female, stood strong about the glen in which they stood, her silvery form stiff and tall, staring out at the light of the early evening. Behind her lay a fire pit, not unlike the ones that the Predicons had seen among the proto humans back on prehistoric Earth, the flames glowing brightly already in the failing light. To the edge of that sat a hunched form, staring at the fire, only to top of it’s white head and the black striped marking of it’s clothes being visible.
“Mmmm, I must say, Inferno, you’re tracking skills have improved since our …transformation. However, I must say that there is something oddly familiar about these two.” Megatron said softly, stroking his jaw now.
“Shall we approach them, Royalty? They could be more of our soldiers, changed as we were.” Inferno suggested, knowing that if their numbers grew, that the pair would be greatly better off in this new and unusual world.
“I think not, Inferno. If there’s one thing I’ve learned about our little group, is that none of them barring yourself could be trusted. No, I rather not deal with the Tarantulus or Rampage again, particularly in these new bodies. And yet, we can not simply let anyone from the Beast Wars continue on here.”
“Then we attack?” Inferno asked anxiously, her hands twitching lightly, aching for her old flamethrower that had once lain so comfortably in her hands, despite the fact that she could now breathe fire with greater force then the blaster ever could.
Megatron frowned lightly, stroking his chin. By his own admission, they couldn’t let anyone, Predicon or Maximal, remain here with so much potential for Megatron’s army to be built and flourish, just perfect for his glorious return to Cybertron. But there was the issue of battle. As it stood, Megatron could no longer do anything that would warrant him as leader of the Predicons, a race of beings that had always shown that fear, power, and cruelty would lead. As much as he disliked admitting it, even Inferno could overpower him as things stood now, though that would never happen thanks to the misguided females loyalty.
A simple name from the hunched form was all it took for Megatron to make his decision, a name that he hadn’t heard in nearly two and a half solar cycles.
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“Airazor.”
The femme gasped lightly, sitting straight up once more, cursing herself for nodding off. “Yes?” She asked, knowing full well what her spark mate was going to say.
“You need rest.” He said, carefully placing his hand on her shoulder once more, giving it a small squeeze in reassurance. This time, the avian didn’t spin around and snarl at him, as she had after the fight with the Weepingbutt, instead letting her shoulders slacken both with exhaustion and defeat.
“I’m…I’m scared Tigatron.” She finally admitted, continuing to look out at the darkening night sky.
“Of what?”
“Of those creatures we’ve fought. It’s clear that I’m like them, at least in form.” She said, turning to look at him with sad eyes. “What if when I wake up…I’m just as bestial and feral as they are? What if I end up…” She trailed off, squeezing her eyes shut and turning away from, barely wanting to speak of the dreaded thought that swam through her mind.
Her eyes opened as she felt Tigatron’s hand grasp hers, before placing it against her left breast, a soft smile crossing his face. “It’s because of this, Airazor. We may no longer be Transformers, but our sparks are intertwined for eternity. Even if the worst is to happen, we’ll see it through.”
Airazor couldn’t help but return her spark mates grin, nodding as she stood.
“FOR THE COLONY!”
No sooner then that shout had rang through the sky did the air become full of flames, a large girl leaping from the tree tops, large wings spread wide, glaring at the pair. Airazor pushed at her mate with all of her strength, both sending him forwards and her back, evading the flames by mere inches, the heat looming over them both.
Inferno turned her sights onto Airazor, knowing her to be the more dangerous of the two, and leaped, claws stretched wide. The Maximal met her head on, her own sharp claws intertwining with Inferno’s, their hands now grasping at the others with all their strength.
“You know, I could simply spit fire in your face right now.” Inferno sneered, a lick of flame sprouting from her mouth.
“Then why don’t you?” Airazor growled, muscles bulging under her silver skin, fingers trying to break the Predicons hand.
“Because, I’d rather do this!” The Draconic insect shouted, her hands instantly catching aflame. The avian screeched in pain, such intensity of the harmful sensation running through her arms. Never had anything she experienced hurt her in such a way, and her own grip tore away from Inferno’s, clutching her smoldering arms.
“Airazor!” Tigatron growled, pushing himself back off the ground, teeth bared in anger. No sooner had he made it to his feet, however, was the Maximal down on the ground once more, this time as the result of a punch from a man wearing rather formal attire, a deep purple suit complete with tie and black hair slicked back.
“Well, well, if it isn’t good old Tigatron, back from the Vok and apparently the same as us. I had thought your covering looked familiar.” Megatron said, tightening the cuffs of his suit, a slight eyebrow raised.
“Megatron.” The Maximal seethed through gritted teeth, feeling his own rage run through him as he stared at the Predicon leader.
“Ah, so you recognize me even in this human form!” The suited male exclaimed, waving his hands out wide to show off his new form.
“It doesn’t matter what form you’re in, Predicon! The stench of your deeds follows you everywhere.”
Tigatron felt some measure of pleasure from that comment, seeing Megatron’s smile disappear, only to be replaced with a large frown.
“It seems you’re as difficult as your companions were. But no matter.” The Predicon leader said, turning about, his grin fast returning with the sight of Inferno standing tall, in her arms an injured Airazor, trying her absolute best not to be burned by the fire bugs hands, once more coated with the dangerous flame.
“It would seem to me that I’ve won this little encounter already. Not surprising, really. While no doubt you and your ally have been enjoying the new ‘sensitivity’ of our bodies, Inferno and I have been preparing ourselves.”
“For what? Another Beast Wars? Don’t you get it, Megatron? The war is finished, there’s nothing to go back to! You and I, we’re normal humans, no strength, no beast modes, nothing that could possibly be of use to you or get you back to Cybertron! You’ve lost, Megatron, you just don’t want to admit it.” Tigatron said, his eyes flickering over to Airazor for a moment, a flare of protectiveness coursing through him at the sight of the pain the avian was in.
“I think not, Maximal. For you see, I have supply of resources here, just waiting to be tapped and drained of it’s essence… to ready my coming leadership to ALL Transformers!” Megatron exclaimed, clenching his first at the height of his little speech. “And you, my dear Tigatron and Airazor, are simply the first to fall once again.”
Once again? The Maximal thought, confused what the Predicon had meant. The thought, however, was brushed away from his mind as Megatron signaled to Inferon, the draconic insect hands lighting up once more, causing screams from Airazor who pulled away again, this time to collapse onto the ground, shaking in pain.
“ENOUGH!” Roared Tigatron, tackling the large Pred-human, Megatron’s eyes bulging in surprise of the Maximal’s strength. Clawless, weaponless, the once mighty tiger Transformer used his bare fists to attack, punching at that square jaw of his enemy before leaping from the Predicon leader.
A strong hand intercepted the blow, Megatron grinning at the other transformer, squeezing tightly about the fist. “True, Maximal, I do not have the strength and power that once graced my form. However, as you can plainly see, I still hold… the upper hand.” The pred chuckled at his small joke, wrenching Tigatron’s fist to the side, flinging the lighter of the two off to the side.
“I think our games have gone on enough.” The Predicon Leader commented, straightening his suit and brushing it of the dust that his foe had covered it with. “Inferno, be a good solider and destroy them.”
“Yes, my queen!” The female responded, saluting with one hand. Flames once more leapt from her finger tips, closing in on her prone enemy. The hurt fem could only look up at the damning heat, unable to understand why it pained her so, the searing damage left from the previous attacks still aching up and down her arms.
“Oh, Maximal, how I’ve awaited this day.” Inferno said, her eyes wild, dancing with the same flame that was a part of her. “For the destruction of the colony and its inhabitants, you shall burn!”
“AMSCRAY!”
“What in the Pit?” Growled the Predicon, turning her attention to the shout and dousing her flames. What came into her view was a short human, leaping over the brush at the edge of the clearing, gasping and clutching at his chest.
“I’m really, really missing my wheels now.” The newcomer gasped, coughing slightly before looking up. Seeing the two girls, both quite like the two he’d been running from since he had been here, and two men just like him, the male couldn’t help but rub his hand against his face.
“What’s this? Another familiar face?” Megatron growled, this little party becoming a little too crowded for his liking.
“’Eh, listen bud, I don’t care what y’all doing, but I’d suggest getting outta here.” Shorty responded, wondering for an odd moment if he was cursed to be smaller then all those about him. A high buzzing noise, particularly familiar with having just escaped its source, prevented any other thinking. “Especially from that!” he cried, scrambling behind Inferno right as yet another form joined the group, the same yellow and green insect-girl from before.
“What’s this? Another threat to Queen and Colony?” Inferno growled, glaring at the newly arrived girl. There was something about her, Inferno knew, that labeled her as a traitor to Megatrons rule, though what it was, she couldn’t recall.
“Colony? Heh, you talk like the old Fire bug.” The short human joked, grinning despite the situation. Said grin left his face as he was pulled up by a strong hand squeezing about his neck, an angry face staring back at him.
“And you sound very much like a rodent I’d though I’d never have the displeasure of meeting again.” Megatron said, teeth gritted in anger.
Rattrap’s eyes went wide as he recognized that voice, its tone and accent having long since integrated themselves into his memory. “By my great-aunt Arcee’s breastplate…Megatron?”
With a grunt, the Predicon leader tossed the formal Maximal into his ally, before turning to Inferno once more. “Inferno!” He commanded sharply. “This has gotten out of hand. Destroy them all. Now!”
Cackling madly, the fire bug raised her arms, hands and mouth igniting with flame, ready to incinerate anything in her way. And what was in her way was two human males, a flammable bird, and a feral insect that had much the same fire in her eyes, easy prey for a skilled warrior such as herself. Inferno never knew what hit her.
With speed that made everyone’s head snap about to follow, the newest arrival of the group gave a sound of pure rage before tackling Inferno, her stinger going to work on Inferno’s lower legs as her claws dug into the fire bugs armor, ripping through it. The Predicon, surprised by the ferocity of her foe, let out her own anguished screams as the pain hit her. Never before had female felt such a terrible feeling against her body, even after being blown to scrap, and yet these wounds that would have been merely scratches in her mighty Transformer form made her want to nearly cry from the pain.
“Wohoo! Go Yellow n’ Green!” Rattrap cheered, turning from the attacking female to Megatron. “And I’m not sure what youse guys relation ship with ol’ Dragon breath is, but I doubt that you’ll say no to a good ol’ fashion slaggin?”
“Not at all.” Tigatron agreed, standing to his full height, fists clenched to his side. Beside him, Airazor also stood, her eyes filled with hatred and wings stretched out wide. Even in the Avaion’s wounded state, there was enough strength and fury within her that she felt she could rip Megatron limbs off.
“Inferno! Retreat!” The Predicon Leader commanded, snarling once more at his foes before turning tail, knowing all too well that with his only solider unable to aid him, he wouldn’t last very long in his new, weak human form. Heading her queen’s call, the draconic insect lashed her tail at the girl atop her, batting her away.
The Bug-girl buzzed in anger, furious that her quarry had neutralized so easy, letting the Pred rise and flee. “Coming, Royalty!” Inferno cried, spitting one last breath of flame at the Maximals and their unnamed companion before truly retreating.
“Alright, now that the Pred’s are gone and we’ve got a group here, mind someone telling me WHAT IN PRIMUS IS GOING ON?” Rattrap shouted, turning to the group of three before him.
“Shut up, Rattrap.” Airazor snapped, wincing again from the remnants of pain that Inferno’s flame had left. Though the fire itself was long gone, the ache and burns from the attack remained with time now the fems only method of healing.
The Maximal was shocked into silence at this, staring at Airazor for a few moments. “Well,” He said, nodding to himself. “That’s just Prime.”
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