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Dinobot's Heritage	By : Supermoi Category: Transformers > Beast Wars Views: 1879 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 6: Predacon’s games part 1

Predacons base, a couple of weeks later

Tarantulas was the new – and temporary – leader for the Predacons. Honestly, he wasn’t exactly the better mech for the job, but he managed to take over control after Megatron’s… demise… a couple of days ago. As well as Dinobot’s rising, and his new betrayal… he joined with the Maximals yet again and managed to almost extinguish Megatron’s spark in the process. But that was without considering the fact that there a true mad Scientist in the predacons ranks, capable of real – and crazy – wonders.

So Megatron’s demise was only a temporary inconvenient. The spider already foresees that something like that could have happened and took some precautions to ensure that Megatron will be back and able to lead again in a matter of weeks if he was ever taken down by an opponent.

And that was why, at the very moment, he was locked on his underground lab, like he had been for the last two weeks, and making any sort of weird noises and even weirder experiments. But those apparently random noises and lights and other things weren’t as ramdom as it looks like…

“At last!” he finally said with gleeful and insane joy. “I made it!”

In the large structure in the middle of the large cave was a glass container that looks like a light bulb. It was filled with a glowing, red mist that was getting brighter and brighter by the moment. Until it finally stabilized into a pulsing, red spark. And that spark was pulsing almost angrily, fast and hard. It looked like it wanted o break its glass prison and jump at the first thing in sight. And the screen that tarantulas linked to the machine came to life with a loud row of statics, and what sounded like an enraged and pained, but hollow scream. After a moment more, a shape took form in the middle of the screen, amalgam the particles of statics into a recognizable form.

Megatron’s face filled the previously static-filled screen.

“My Liege, I succeeded! I brought you back from the Pit! Mwahahaha!” Cackled the spider as megatron,s faceplates finally stabilize in a deep, enraged and pained frown. “All I need now is to find you a new and suitable body since your old one was destroyed…”

The face on the screen seems to frown deeper in contempt and pure rage and some sparkles flew from the wires around it at the strength of the feelings the red spark was sending all around. And then words started to appears on the screen, above the faceplates, angry and commanding words.

--Find me a new body, tarantulas! I don’t want to stay a spark for longer than really needed!—

“Ho, but I will, Megatron! I will! I already have a plan! Mwahaha! Ho yeess! Hahaha!”

Megatron seemed to frown again and then a half wicked smile graced his cyber-features. And then a laugher stared, twisted, insane and deeply disturbing. Having spent a couple of weeks in the pit and then being forcefully wrenched out of it and back into a light bulb of sort seemed to have greatly deranged the already twisted mech. And even Tarantulas, as crazy as he was himself, found that sound to be grating on his nerves.

--I knew I could trust you to find such twisted ideas, Tarantulas! What is your plan?—

“Well, I will have to first find a temporary host for your Spark, and then impregnate it in a brand new body! And I know who could make the better host for you!”

Megatron’s expression turned to slightly crazy to downright wicked as he understood who the mech must have in mind. He had certainly seen the security vids on the Brig when he had captured Cheetor some months ago and took the appropriate conclusions. Cheetor, as Megatron’s son, was the most suitable host for his spark as they were linked. He would be able to hold him longer then any other mechs.

--I see your plan…And I approve! Capture him and get him back here as soon as possible! I want a body and I want it now!—

“Yes, Megatron! I know what body I’ll get you! It has to be malleable and untainted! Young and innocent… A sparkling would be the perfect choice! Dinobot’s son! Wouldn’t it be a suitable punishment for the traitor to take his sparkling and take over his body for yourself? I do think so! Mwahahahahaha!”

The spider cackled maniacally for a bit longer as Megatron joined him. That plan was so wicked it may just work! And it would a so delightful revenge againt the traitor that killed him…

--Do it!—

oOo

Maximal’s base two days later

Rattrap was exhausted. Taking care of a newborn sparkling was way more difficult than the rat thought. He and Dinobot – Primus be Blessed he was back with him – had a hard time with the tiny raptor as he was already walking and running all around the place in spots they couldn’t reach. But as Razorclaw was the cutest thing ever, it was easy to forgive him for making his parents run around to fetch him from dangerous or very awkward spots.

And then, Rattrap heard and angry and annoyed screams from BlackAracnia’s room and smiled.

“Gotcha!” he chuckled and ran into this direction.

When he came into view, he saw the Widow hold the tiny and wriggling sparkling by his scruff bar with a deep frown, and he had bits of something splattered on his faceplates. Rattrap couldn’t help but snickered at the image of the fuming BA holding a happy and chirping about baby raptor by his tiny neck. He shook his helm and laughed more as he stopped in front of her and he took the sparkling from the femme spider.

“That thing’s yours! Keep it away from my room, mouse!” She spat and crossed her arms over her chest.

“That’s not an ‘it’, it’s a sparkling, and Dinobot won’t be happy if he knows ya talk ‘bout Razorclaw like he’s a thing. Ya know how protective he is ‘bout our son, hum?”

That wasn’t meant as a threat, but the spider got a bit pale and drops her angry expression to take on a slightly worried one.

“Erm… You won’t tell him, huh? That new Dinobot’s downright frightening when he’s angry…”

“Then don’t pick on him or Razorclaw and you’ll be jus fine, BA! See ya ‘round!”

And then he left with the little sparkling nestled in his arms. Once they were farther away, he lifted the little one to optics level and rolled his optics in annoyance. Razorclaw chirped and cooed at he put his tiny claws on his mommy’s cheeks and tilted his head cutely. The little raptor, still in Beast Mode for at least a human year according to Rhinox, was the cutest thing Rattrap ever saw, period.

“Aww, what am I gonna do wit’cha, hum? Ya lil trouble-maker…”

He was rewarded by a little happy chirp and a lick on the noseplates, and that does it. He melted like snow on a sunny day and held his son close to his chest. He just couldn’t gather the wits to punish him when he pulled stuns like this on him. Dinobot was another matter entirely, though… He was as harsh and impermeable to cuteness as he ever had been and could punish the little one when needed, and he was hard and strict with the little raptor. He wanted to make a warrior out of him, and that wasn’t with pampering and fluffiness that you raise a sparkling in the warrior’s way.

On this point he was awfully strict and even harsh sometimes. As he gets to the quarters they were sharing, the transmetal warrior was already there and waiting, a neutral and hard expression on his faceplates that Rattrap didn’t found really appealing. As soon as they were in the room, he closed the door and stood in front of him, waiting for n expkanation.

“So, where was he (snarl) this time?”

“C’mon, Chopperface, don’t be harsh with him! He’s not even a month old! Let him be a sparkling for Pirmus’s sake!” Rattrap scolded his bondmate and then put the tiny Raptor down on his crib. The mechling tilted his head at his father’s hard and stern expression and cooed sadly and worriedly.

“Pampering and covering him in fluff isn’t the right way to raise a warrior either! I don’t want him to be a shy and cowering sissy, Rattrap! He’s a raptor and a warrior at the very core (snarl) so let me handle it. I know what I’m doing.”

He got to the crib and then took the tiny raptor by his tiny neck, careful not to harm him, before lifting him at optic level. His expression was one of carefully calculated anger and reproach. He spoke in a firm yet quiet voice.

“What did I told you about running away and making troubles for the other members of the crew, hum? You have been a bad sparkling, Razorclaw, and I have to punish you!” he put the sparkling back into the crib and hooked the little security leash around the tiny neck. The sparkling whimpered unhappily and clawed at the strong but soft alloy, made to hold but not harm him in any way. “You will stay there for a joor. No playing and no (snarl) story for you. You will think about what you did and what I told you.”

Rattrap was tempted to take the awful thing off his son but he knew better. The sparkling’s wide optics were all teary now and he was sobbing and whimpering unhappily as his father then pulled Rattrap away and closed the door to the little room. The small spy could hear his baby cry on the other side of the door and wanted nothing but run in and comfort him.

“I know watcha want ta do with him and I’m for it 100% but I jus can’t stand ta hear my baby cryin’ for hours! Can’t I at least give him his fav’rit plushie?” Asked the rat as his mate pulled him away from the room.

Dinobot sighed irritably as they had to have this conversation every time he had to do the ‘discipline’ thing with Razorclaw. Rattrap was for a kinder, softer way of raising a sparkling, and Dinobot was a believer of the hard way. But they had to make some compromises. Rattrap didn’t wanted his sparkling to be sad and bitter because he was never let time to be happy and play and Dinobot despise seeing him pampered and wrapped in fluff and awed at and showered in sickeningly sweet tenderness. This wasn’t his way at all. But like all parents, they had to combine their way into a mix of the two so it will work. And then, as it comes to discipline and punishment, it was Dinobot’s part, but the playing and caring and fluffy things were most Rattrap department. And all in all, it was working quite well.

“No, because now I just punished him and he have to learn! I know what you think, you know? He’s not too young for this! One’s never too young for learning what discipline and self-control meant. Besides (snarl) I doubt a couple of hours of silence and quiet will hurt him. He’s strong; he can handle way more than this.”

“I know, he took everythin’ from ya, chopperface.” He sighed and then tried to stay cool as more cries and whimpers came from the sparkling’s little room. “But I despise hearin’ my son cryin’! I jus wanna hold him and shush him and shower him in love…”

Dinobot chuckled in a snarl and put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing tightly. An half smile graces his harsh features and he looked at the closed door for a moment, thoughtfull. He then loked back at his mate and said, still looking serious but with the little smile on still.

“You will thank me for this hard discipline later, I assure you. And you will have your (snarl) ‘shower in love’ time later, when the punishment’s over.”

Rattrap nodded and then looked at the door with a wince as more spark-wrenching cries came from the room. He felt the urge to run in again and shower the little one with kisses and love and hold him to make it all better. He sighed and shook his head, settling to do some work but the warrior sat beside him and roughly captured his lips in a demanding kiss.

“We have some hours for ourselves… We can as well make use of it, rodent…” he said with a devious expression.

Rattrap purred loudly as his neck was bitten and he sank in those ho so strong arms with a deep sigh of contentment. That wasn,t a bad idea, and it will take his mind of the cries coming from Razorclaw’s room…

“You dirty slagger…” he chuckled and then they got really ‘busy’.

oOo

In the meantime…

Cheetor was on patrol but he was lazing off a bit.

He was sprawled on the long, comfy and wonderfully smelling weeds and taking a little nap away from the base. This was the life… Since Megatron had been deactivated for good by Dinobot as he came back to his ‘lovely’ former self, the cheetah was feeling greatly relieved. After he learned that Megatron was his real father, he freaked out and wanted nothing but scrap the mech to tiny pieces. He was a little disappointed he didn’t got to do it himself, but he was content it had been done nonetheless.

“Good riddance, Mega-Butt…” he thought out loud, yawning wide. “And never come back, you old rust bucket!”

“Ho, I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you on this matter, Pussycat!”

Cheetor was completely awake and back on his feet before the mech even finish his sentence. Tarantulas! And there was Waspinator and Inferno, and that wacko Quickstrike too! And he’ll bet his fur that Rampage was lurking somewhere not too far away. He tensed. He was at least two hours from the base at top speed… They’ll have plety of time to scrap him before he got the chance to get back! But at least he could send a distress signal. He opened his comlink discretely and let it open in hope someone was listening.

“Ho, Wazzpinator want a piece of the kitty-cat!” the green mech cackled and buzzed around.

Annoyed, Cheetor fired a shot at him but missed him… Only to get the three behind him and the old rotten trunk collapsed on top of the annoying bug, squashing him nicely.

“Gotcha, Bug-face!” he snickered, but was soon reminded of his dire situation.

“That wasn’t very nice, kitty! Now you’ll either come with us willingly, or suffer painfully before coming with us anyway. You choice.”

The spider was apparently leading the predacons for the moment and Cheetor’s optics narrowed at the traits. Inforno was looking ready to blow him to bits, or burn him to ashes, whatever comes first, and the others were their lovely self. Quickstrike was asking if he can blow him first and Tarantulas looked like he rolled his optics at their antics. After a little moment, Cheetor fired a shot at the spider standing in front of the team of Preds and then jumped into cover.

“What about choice C: I slag you all and get back home?” he taunted and was rewarded by a barrage of fire.

“Too bad you choose to be slagged first! We’ll have to drag what’s left of you to base, then! Mwahahaha!”

The battle was messy and quick as it ever was with those bozos, but for once, they seemed to e deadly serious about getting him alive, and they weren’t backing off, even after he managed to bury inferno into a mountain and sent Quickstrike head first in a three. But where in the Pit was Rampage?! That was annoying and worrying… After a few more breems, he finally knew where the made bot had gone too when he landed on him from behind and he felt a syringe pierce his metal skin.

“Surprise, Pussycat… And good night!”

The last thing Cheetor saw was tarantulas looming over him with his crazy and sadistic facepletes beaming with glee.

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