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Dinobot's Heritage	By : Supermoi Category: Transformers > Beast Wars Views: 1879 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Dinobot’s Heritage

Chapter 5: Turning point

Later, maximal base

“And that was when they retreated, carrying rattrap with them…”

Rhinox was finishing the explanatins about the events that took place earlier, and Optimus’s expression darkened. He and the others had been lured into a trap by the preds so they could have to base undermanned and got a hold on the smaller mech more easily. But the question was why? Megatron already tried this earlier and took the cells he needed to create Dinobot’s transmetal clone, so why take Rattrap anyway?

That wasn’t making much sense unless… Unless Megatron still wanted the sparkling he was carrying! And at 8 months along, it would be possible to provoke the labour and have a brand new, innocent and malleable soldier to raise the way he wanted him. Another Dinobot, as good and powerful as the original, but not as confused and unpredictable as the clone, and completely and totally loyal to Megatron!

“We have to get rattrap back as soon as possible! I have the feeling that he don,t have much time before Megatron try something drastic… And once he have wht he wants, he’ll most probably ditch rattrap, kill him or worst… reprogram him to use his skills to his advantage! We can’t permit it!”

Cheetor was the first to agree, and the more eager to go and kick Megatron and his predacon’s afts. Optimus shot him an understanding look and nodded at the young mech’s enthusiasm, and then turned to face the others. Silverbolt, as always, was ready to leap into the fire to save the innocents – that was becoming an annoying habit – and BlackArachnia was only looking bored and annoyed, arms crossed and huffing. But there was a hint of worry into her optics nonetheless.

“And I suppose you’ll ask ME to go in first because I know the terrain the most? Forget it! I’m not putting MY tail in the fire for the rat!” She spat before Optimus had any chance to say anything.

He sighed and shook his helm.

“No, BlackArachnia, I won’t ask you to go first. We all know the Predacon’s base quite well. But your help will be appreciated. Rhinox? Do you have something to propose?”

The large mech was the non-official strategist of the Maximals, and a very clever mech. usually, strategy was Rattrap’s forte, but the rat wasn’t there and he needed them all to get out of the fire as soon as possible. And Rhinox wasn’t about to let him down.

“In that case, I think the better strategy will be to send someone in as the others do a diversion outside to drag as much Predacons as possible out of their base. And then, Getting to Rattrap and taking him out of there will only be a matter of quickness and precision for whoever would go in.”

Optimus nodded and was about to say something when Cheetor spoke, assured and confident.

“I’ll go in and take him out. I owe him that much… And besides, I’m the fastest mech around.” he said and, as Optimus was about to protest, he saw his expression and complete assurance and desire to get his own bit of revenge against Megatron, and he nodded instead.

“Alright, Cheetor, you’ll go in. the others will be the diversion. Wait for the signal and the go in and take rattrap out of the Pit-Hole. Everyone agree with this plan? Yes? Alright men, move! We don’t have all day!”

Soon, they were moving out and going to save their friend. Optimus was hoping they’ll not be too late for him… or the sparkling.

oOo

In the meantime, Predacon’s base

Rattrap was struggling to break the restraints on his wrists and ankles. He woke up some breems earlier to see the clone’s face only inches from his own, and his expression was oddly caring and sorry too. He was stroking his face gently and the little rat purred, nuzzling the gentle hand. But when he saw that Rattrap was awake, he quickly stopped his stroking and leapt back to hide in the shadows. He was then replaced by the far less amiable mug of Tarantulas, whom snickered and prodded him painfully with something sharp and uncomfortable.

“Lemme alone, Spider-face! Keep yer hands ta yerself!” he spat and struggled hard.

He was bound to a med berth, legs spread and hip plates removed to expose his port and that was what was being prodded and examined by the not-too-gentle Predacon scientist – and sometimes medic apparently because, as painful as the touches were, he knew what he was doing. He felt horribly exposed as Megatron was there too and he could see the gleeful expression in his optics. He turned to where Dinobot’s clone had hid and tried to see his face, but it was hidden by shadows. He would’ve done anything to be anywhere but there, and to be able to see the expression on the mech’s features. Just to know what he was thinking… He yelped and jerked when something was introduced into his port and tried to dislodge it.

“Careful!” Came the cackling, crazy voice of the spider. “You’ll harm the sparkling if you struggle! We don’t want this, hum? Mwahahaha!”

Megatron chuckled as well and rattrap shot him a dark and hateful glare, struggling more despite the warning. But he stopped quickly as he felt pain again and the sparkling moved around, distressed and afraid.

“Stay put, Rattrap, and all will be over very soon, I promise.” He said in a sickeningly sweet tune, and the rat stopped his frantic movement for the sparkling’s sake. “There, better! Yeesss!”

“Why didja kidnapped me again, Mega-Butt?! Lemme go! I swear I,ll scrap yer butt good assoon as I’m free! Jus ya wait!”

“Tssk Tssk Tssk! Such a filthy language, rodent! What I want is obvious, hum? Yeesss… I want your Sparkling! I know he’ll look and probably be just like his father… And I want to raise a Perfect Dinobot, totally loyal to me!”

He looked shocked for a click, and then looked at the clone again and the mech had come out of the shadows. He was looking at Megatron with narrowed optics and his fists were balled at his sides. Rattrap sent him a questioning look and he gave a stern and neutral, but slightly worried and angry look in return.

“And why wouldja wanna take ‘im? Ya already have a loyal clone…”

“Yeesss… the clone… you see, he’s not as efficient and loyal as I wanted him to be. He has… Issues, thanks to you and your constants interferences! With the sparkling, I will be able to start from the very beginning with a completely innocent and malleable being! Yeesss!”

‘Make him talk, get some time, rattrap!’ He was thinking to himself and he asked, next, still shooting sidelong looks at the clone to see hisreaction, because he knew exactly what Megatron’s answer will be. Hooo Yeesss, he knew… And this was what he needed to reach the true self deep inside Dinobot’s clone! So he pushed.

“And what will ya do ‘bout it, hum? Once ya have the sparkling, I mean? Da clone would be useless, yeesss?...”

“Haa, yeesss… You see, when a tool become useless because you replace it with a better, more efficient one, you toss it away, yeesss?... Well, I created this clone; I’ll destroy it when it’ll reach the ends of its usefulness.”

It was then that a low, loud and threatening hiss came from where the clone was standing, and Megatron quickly turned when he understood his mistake, and the game the rat had been playing. The smirk on Rattrap’s face was telling enough about what he was doing and that he knew exactly what the result will be. He laughed when Megatron turned just in time to be tackled to the floor and straddled by an enraged Dinobot clone, and found the clone’s fangs only inches from his throat as he hissed and snarled threateningly in his faceplates.

“I am replaceable, hum? Useless, defective?! AM I, MEGATRON!?” he snarled in his face and snapped his fangs barely an inche from the soft throat.

“Tarantulas, deactivate him! Use the emergency shut-down!” Megatron shouted and then he tried to push the raptor away, but the mech was so angry that he was stronger then usual. Stronger than Megatron.

The spider reached for something in his subspace but he had underestimated the clone’s strength and the length of his tail, and he hit him hard with it, sending him flying into the wall.

“No you won’t! I won’t let you deactivate me without a fight! I AM NOT A PUPPET! I AM DINOBOT!”

Megatron managed to throw Dinobot away and get up, taking out his fusion canon and trying to fire on the mech’s spark to extinguish it, before remembering with a growl that he couldn’t because he bore Rampge's immortal spark. Even an half of it makes him indestructible by normal means... He used his canon to fire at his head instead, because blowing it to bit will at least put him in stasis lock. But Dinobot was now getting a better control over himself and he was accessing the datas that were dormant in his cellular structure. The datas that were the real, the first Dinobot and that were inherited from the cells he had been cloned from. The cells from his son... After a couple of breems of fight against Megatron, the impregnation was completed and it nullified the effects Rampage’s foul and twisted Spark that was used to gave him life had on him.

And Dinobot was reborn at last, and hopefully for good, taking control over the twisted influence of Rampage's half-spark he was bearing, and locked the datas in a remote part of his Databanks. He snarled and then turned briefly towards Rattrap to sent a very familiar look and a snarling chuckle he could remember anywhere. This almost made Rattrap broke into tears right there and then. He succeeded! He made the real Dinobot resurfaced and he was back!

“I’ll come free you once I’m done with this (snarl) bastard, Rodent…”

“Don’t be too long, Choppa’face! Da position’s a bit uncomfortable…” He chuckled back with relief.

None of them realised that Tarantulas was not out cold and was getting out of his temporary knock-out state… And the spider slowly rose to his feet and cralwed silently to the berth Rattrap was bound to, as Dinobot was finishing his fight with Megatron, and apparently winning. The transmetal raptor, in his rightful anger, already cut Megatron’s tail cannon arm and slashed his chest open. He backed him into a corner and lifted his sword high, roaring powerfully.

“And now you die, Megatron! As it was written for all eternity, I am your doom and your worst Nightmare! Farewell!”

“NOOOOOO!”

Megatron didn’t had time to duck or jump away when the powerful blade hit him right in the middle of his chest and pierced his spark casing as weel as the foul, twisted spark below, extinguishing it for good... Or so he thought! The now lifeless body fell to the floor and rest there in a heap as the red, twisted and pulsing spark left him to go to the Pit to suffer forever.

“Not so fast, Traitor!” Came Tarantulas’s voice and Dinobot turned to see him holding a sharp, fine and long blade right above the distended, slightly moving abdomen of the bounded rat. He pushed slightly and Rattrap whimpered at the metal skin was pierced and a little bead of energon blood ran down his platings.

“Dinobot…” He pleaded with deep fear and stayed still as a statue. He could feel the sparkling move and twist in distress and fear, upset by all this commotion.

“Release him, monster (snarl), before I tear you apart…” he said and took a step forward and away from the cold body of Megatron.

Tarantulas cackled and shook his helm.

“No, no, nooo… You have to promise me you’ll let me go unharmed first, Dinobot!” he pushed a little bit more on the blade and Rattrap gasped and yelped in pain, feeling the sparkling’s pain as well. “Step aside…”

He was about to say something else when a shot came from behind and caught the spider right in the midle of his back, sending him flying into a wall again, and knocking him unconscious. Dinobot looked surprised but untensed when he saw who it was.

“Cheetor… We have to (snarl) get him out of here as fast as possible!”

“Yes, agreed!”

Soon, they freed the small mech and made it outside of the Darksyde where the other Maximals were waiting. They were surprised to see the clone coming along and even more when he acted and talked exactly like the old Dinobot did, but no more questions were asked as Rattrap’s pain seemed to increased. Rhinox told them that he gone into labor because of the stress and shock and all of the tension he was put through, and they had to get him back to base as soon as possible.

oOo

Several hours later, maximal base

Dinobot was sitting next to his mate’s berth and was waiting for Rhinox to finally said he was about to give birth to the sparkling. It was really unnerving not to know! The wait was the worst part of it all… It had been six fraggin hours! But at least, he had not spent those hours getting crazy from waiting.

No, as soon as they came back and Rattrap was securely put down in medbay, Optimus had wanted to talk to him. And the transmetal clone complied. He asked him what happened exactly on the Darksyde, and the raptor was only too happy to tell him that Megatron was no more…

**Flashback**

“I killed him myself, Optimus Primal! You don't believe me?” he snarled and crossed his arms, daring the larger mech to call him a liar.

“Yes, I do believe you, Dinobot! What I don’t understand is how you managed to get your former self to rise to the surface…” he asked and crossed his arms too, looking curious and slightly concerned.

Dinobot had then snarled and ‘humph’ed again and shrugged, trying to explain what happened as best he could.

“To be honest, it is a bit hard to understand for me as well, but you’ll have to thanks Rattrap for this because he was the main trigger that ignited the (snarl) process. Without his pushing, I am sure Megatron would’ve never spat what he did in front of (snarl) me, and I would’ve still been his puppet.” He said and then unfolds his arms, pacing the room instead.

He was awfully nervous from both this questioning and the fact that Rattrap, his little rat, his mate, was giving birth to their sparkling right at this moment. Even if, technically, he was not the real father of the little one, he felt like he was just the same. He WAS Dinobot after all, completely and perfectly, thanks to the little stubborn and headstrong rodent…

“And how did this happen in the ends? What triggered the rising of those hidden – or dormants as Rhinox put it – personality traits?”

Dinobot stopped pacing and looked at Optimus with a thoughtful expression.

“First of all… it started a good four months ago, not long after I was recreated by (snarl) Megatron… The flashes I kept receiving from Rattrap through the ghostly, barely-there bond were triggering memories and (snarl) images from my former life. And… he kept coming at me again and again, he kept nagging me and pushing me to (snarl) remember who I was. It wasn’t a quick process, no. it was lengthy and… painful through the most of it. I was (snarl) confused, I didn’t know who I was… But the half-spark I bear twisted everything. It is a powerful but insane spark that belongs to (snarl) Rampage….”

This seems to surprise Optimus a lot, even shocked him, as none of the Maximals knew it. Not even Cheetor, even if he was there when the clone was created. All he saw was a spark being implanted… but the fact that it was Rampages… optimus was greatly worried, Dinobot could tell this by his expression.

“Rampage? Would you be able to control it? I don,t need a loose canon in my crew…”

“Yes, I will! I already locked thos personality traits in a closed and heavily protected (snarl) part of my Databanks, Optimus. I am in total control, believe me…”

“I see…” Said the larger mech with a bit of relief, and he asked then, tilting his helm. “What happened on the Darksyde? What made you finally emerged for good?”

“Rattrap. As simple as it is, it was rattrap that managed it. Megatron was about to rip the sparkling out of him and use him to (snarl) replace me. He thought me defective and useless. I proved him wrong... The fight was (snarl) hard and far from owned, but I managed to win… And megatron paid the ultimate price for his foolishness! I promised him I would kill him last time we met…”

“Well, I,m glad you did, Dinobot, and…” he took a step formward and put bot hands on Dinobotls shoulder’s, squeezing friendly. “I’m glad to have you back! We all missed you a lot, even Rattrap!”

He chuckled and winked, before letting him go to his mate’s side.

**End Flashback**

Rattrap whimper of pain suddenly wrenched the transmetal raptor from his musings and he he looked back at him as Rhinox took another look at his progress. He smiled and said, looking satisfied.

“You are ready, now. When the next contraction hit, push as hard as you can, alright?”

“Will do, Big Green…” Rattrap let put between two groans of pain.

“Are you (snarl) alright, rodent?”

For once, Dinobot seems to be nervous and not really know what to do. He was just sitting there and waiting for the events to go on by themselves. He couldn’t do anything, and as a warrior, he didn’t know a lot about sparking of sparklings...

“I am, Choppa’face… Dontcha worry…” he said and smiled at him a little tiredly.

Soon, he was wincing in pain again and sparking the little one. He pushed hard and groaned under Rhinox’s encouragements and careful optics. It didn,t took much more time, and soon enough, loud wails could be heard from the tiny raptor that had just been sparked.

“It is a little healthy mech, congratulations.” He said and then handed the now clean and wrapped in a blanket little mech raptor.

The tiny mech looked exactly like his father. Well, like his father when he was still in his previous form. He was brown with beige stripes and was currently in beast mode. Rattrap looked at he very cute and tiny being with a worried frown.

“Why is he in Beast Mode, Big Green? Is it normal?”

“Yes, it is.” Reassured the big mech. “it is more comfortable for him. He’ll be able to change forms when he’ll be older.”

Before he left them alone, Rhinox put a hand on the transmetal raptor’s shoulder and said, with a half smile.

“Welcome back, Dinobot.”

“Thanks…”

Soon they were alone and Dinobot ran a claw along the back of the tiny raptor and the sparkling cooed in contentment. He leaned in the touch and nuzzled his father’s hand with a hissing purr. Rattrap was like ‘aww’ and touched the little mech’s tiny tail, and it twitched and wriggled, making him chirp and coo more. He nuzzled into his mother’s chassis and curled comfortably, yawning.

“He’s kinda cute…” he said softly and caressed his tiny tail again, giggling.

“I hope so… He’s mine after all…” teased the larger mech as he chuckled with a snarl, still stroking the tiny back.

Rattrap ‘humph’ed and rolled his optics, looking mockingly hurt.

“Hey, he’s mine too, you know? He’s ours… Always had been… That was why I wanted ya back so bad, Dino Breath. I didn’t want ta raise ‘im alone if ya were there, barely outta reach…”

Dinobot smiled and nuzzled his neck softly, licking at a sensitive seam. He rubbed his shoulders and snarled a chuckle again, kissing him fiercely, possessively.

“I am back, now, rodent, and you won’t get rid of me that easily… I’m here (snarl) to stay…”

Soon, as both the mother and sparkling were exhausted, they fell into recharge under the possessive and watchful optics of the warrior, and you could pity whoever would’ve tried to get to them when they were under such a close protection…

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