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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 7: Predacon’s games part 2

Predacon’s base, later…

Cheetor awoken with an horrible processor ache.

He slowly onlined his optics, only to wish he had kept them close. Tarantulas was looming over him with a crazy smile on his faceplates. He closed them with a pained moan and tried to move but found it impossible. He was tightly bound to a hard surface and completely immobilized.

“Haa, the kitty’s awake! Good, good, we’ll begin soon, then!”

He turned his back to him and walked a little bit away so Cheetor’s line of view was cleared, and he saw a very strange structure on the middle of the room, near the table he was tied on. It looked like a light bulb melt in a mess of wires and tubing and that was… His optics widened as he saw the red, pulsing spark inside the glass container. And beside this was a large screen, and displayed on it was… ‘Ho Primus! Ho no!’ Cheetor thought as he recognized Megatron’s faceplates on the screen, filled with statics but very recognizable.

Megatron was back!

“What the slag?!...” he couldn,t help but let out, and the visage on the screen suddenly turned to him and a devious expression formed in the cyber-features. And words appeared on the screen.

--Haaaa… How have we here, hum? A very awake and very afraid little pussycat! Yeesss…--

Even if the words weren’t spoken out loud, Cheetor could feel the malice and madness in them. It made him shiver as Tarantulas came back to him and stuck some wires on his forehead and head, and then he used a device to open his spark casing. Cheetor tried to squirm free in fear as he was so exposed now but he was very tightly bound.

“W-What do you want? Why am I here!? Let me go, you disgusting pile of scraps!”

--Ho but nothing much, my son… I just want to… How could I put it?... Borrow your body for a little while! You’ll take my place here and I’ll go get my new body in your old base, yeesss…--

Megatron’s manage to sound like he snickered evilly even if he had no voice for now. Cheetor shivered hard at the thought of being trapped in a glass container for who knows how long, and he was afraid to know whose body Megatron wanted. And he knew that he HAD to get free, to get to his comrades and warn them! He couldn’t let Megatron kidnap poor little Razorclaw and steal his new life from him! He struggled to break free, struggled as hard as he could as fear and determination were now fueling his resolve.

He would NOT let Megatron take over his body! Never!

Tarantulas saw him struggle and fight to get free and touched a switch that tightens the bounds even more.

“Don’t struggle, little kitty! You’ll only share your processor with your daddy for a while! I can’t put him in your spark casing, because you’ll get too many changes if I do and your friends would notice! So I found another way! Mwahahahaha!”

Cheetor growled and hissed at the crazed mech when he came to him and hooked more wires to the bared part of his processor and his spark casing. It was going to be painful, he just knew it. And then, as tarantulas hooked the last wires and powered up the machine, he arched back and cried out, overwhelmed by a hard wave of pain, burning through his circuits and drowning his sensors.

In a desperate surge, he sent unconscious calls for help throughout all and every open channels, and even on frequency he didn’t even knew he could reach. And surprisingly it reached something… or someone, to be more precise!

oOo

Predacon’s base, the lava pits…

Deep in the predacon’s base, in the lava Pit, a Spark everyone thought to be extinguished for many months by now flickered faintly, weakly at first. In fact, he was merely in deep stasis from the shock of the fall in the overheated lava, and a hard cocoon of thick rock and metal had concealed this form from melting away.

In the darkness, red optics flickered a couple of times before onlining, and a strange process was taking place. With agonizing slowlness, that deep red, shining cocoon started to crack apart and open like an egg, revealing what was hidden inside. Soon, something emerged from the shell, and stirred after that long stasis, stretching its limbs to liberate them from their numbness. Then, with a loud screech and an explosion of lave, it bolted out of the lava pit it had laid in for months and unfold completely into view. Wide, red and silver wings stretched wide and long limbs stretched to their full length. The creature was tall, dark red and silver, with black accent, and had wings made of a metallic thins foil, mounted on a strong armature, limbs lines with spikes and blades, large chest but thin waist and slender legs and tights. A brand-new transmetal bedy, a almost perfect melt of biological and mechanical parts, all smooth metal and glossy wings, and dangerous angles and sharp edges. A beautiful yet deadly creature… But it was his features that made him recognizable. The only one there to know him weren’t in sight range at this moment because they would have been struck with deep shock. He was supposed to be dead!

But Terrorsaur had risen again from his tomb and he was very pissed off!

“I am ALIVE!” Screeched a high pitched, deeply joyful voice. “YES! I AM BAAAACK! And I will KILL YOU, Megatron!”

But then he felt the call that had awoken him again and that screech of joy was replaced by one of anger and pain. He could feel it now, what he hadn’t been able to feel in ages: his son calling for him! Asking for help and protection against the monster that helped creating him! But this time, Terrorsaur will not lie down and let Megatron take what was the most important to him, and out of his reach! No, neither this time nor any other one! NEVER AGAIN!

“How DARE you lay a digit on OUR SON!? I WILL TEAR YOU LIMBS FROM LIMBS! (Screech) You SICK BASTARD!”

And then he flew faster than ever towards the source of the call and bolted out of the Predacons base to the Earth sky. He flew higher and higher until he was so high that the clouds were beneath him. And he listened to his spark, searching to source of the call Cheetor sent him.

And then he felt it again, below, close to the base, in one of Tarantulas hidden labs – or he thought it was hidden, the fool, but Terrorsaur had located all of his labs a long time ago! – and he took a dive, going so fast e broke the sound barrier, and transformed again in robot form as he landed in front of the entrance.

“You are mine, Megatron! You better not have harmed him yet, Tarantulas, you disgusting piece of slag! I’m going for the BOTH OF YOU!”

oOo

Inside the cave-lab…

Cheetor screamed in pain as the machine was activated. It was like having his spark wrenched in two and then put back together clumsily. He was in a haze of red, burning pain when he suddenly felt another presence in his own mind and spark.

Megatron!

He was using the creator-creation’s bond to infiltrate and take control of his processor and Spark! The cheetah screamed more and wriggled in deep agony and terror. He didn’t want to share his body with MEGATRON! That was so AWFUL, so UNNATURAL! And it felt so terrible bad, unholy, like he was tainted in his very core…

‘Yeesss… Don’t resist me, little kitty… I am stronger than you… I will crush your spark and break it to pieces before I left you for my new, more suitable host… You will be destroyed, my son… Ho yeesss…’

‘N-no! N-never! I will never let you break me, Megatron! I w-will a-always fight you! ALWAYS! You are NOT my father! I won’t let you be that! I WON’T!’

‘Ho but you will! You WILL accept me or be broken in the process, little fool! Now let me in… Let me in! NOW!’

The surge of pain that followed was so intense that Cheetor almost passed out, even his transmetal II body started to feel the strain of the inner battle. But the battle was not even… Megatron was stronger and older, he had a hard and cutting Spark, and he stabbed the other’s mind like a blade, again and again, weakening him. And he was about to succeed when a loud crash and a audio-piercing screech filled the dark and wide room.

Megatron was distracted and Cheetor took the opportunity to shield his mind and spark with unbreakable barriers. Now Megatron will have to really fight if he wanted him!

--What?!... Who DARE to interrupt me!?...—

Tarantulas was startled by the sudden appearance of a dead mech in his lair. He took some steps back from the enraged transmetal Pteranodon and too a dive for his precious equipement. His experiment will fail if this imbecile decided to fight in here!

“I dare, Megatron!” Screeched the ho so recognizable voice. “Get out of your hole and FIGHT ME, Fragger! WHERE ARE YOU!?”

Tarantulas cackled and then jumped in front of the mech to point a gun in his faceplates.

“Megatron is not there! Not really! You can’t reach him, you… Whatever you are! Ghost or reincarnation or maybe something else! Mwahaha!”

Terrorsaur’s optics narrowed at the crazy tarantula but then they took sight of the bound youngling and he screeched again, louder, so loud that the walls trembled and some glass containers vibrated under the very high-pitched sound. And he heard the sudden scream of pain coming from a machine near the bounded mech. A glass container that looked like a light bulb with a red spark pulsing in it. A red spark he knew all too well…

“MEGATROOOON! Now you DIIIIE!” he directed his attack directly at the glass container then but was hit by a row of fires from a nearby source. And that was NOT Tarantulas. He turned to see a mech he didn’t know. A strange thing that had a snake head for an arm and scorpion legs as the other. And he was cackling like an idiot. “And who are YOU?!”

“I’m the mech who’ll make you a new afthole, afthead! Hahahaha!”

The transmetal pterosaur had to duck to avoid being hit in the head, but he managed to jump under the table Cheetor was bound on. Cheetor tried to twist to see what was going on but even his neck was restrained so he couldn’t but soon, he felt hands on the restraints and cutting them. Hands equipped with sharp blades. Soon he was able to tear himself free and he fell to the ground next to his unlikely ‘saviour’. As fires were being shot all over the place, but not on them or the equipment by some miracle, he looked at the mech and gaped in shock.

“You? But you’re dead!? That couldn’t be!”

“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m not!” he screeched and then a shot almost hit him around the head and he flattened to the ground, pulling the young cheetah with him. “Look, I need you help to get us out of this mess! I’ll go get Megatron later, but I have to put you in a safe place first!”

He grabbed him by the shoulders and suddenly took to the air, screeching loudly on another of those sounds attack he seems to have gained with his transmetal body. It made some rocks fall on the Predacons attacking them and he bolted out of the cave and towards the skies. After almost fifteen minutes of flying he landed and took a deep breath.

“You should lose some weight, son… You’re heavy! But I suppose you only growing up…” he chuckled in his screechy voice and then sat for a click.

Cheetor was starring at him in pure awe and disbelief, but not in a bad way at all. This was his mother, according to Megatron, and until now, he didn’t want to believe it. But now… Now that Terrorsaur miraculously came back from the ‘dead’ to save his hide, he was starting to believe it. And it was a little scary too… How could he have parents like this and not feel the urge to be bad or join the predacons? That wasn’t making sense! But he had always been raised as a Maximal, for as far as he could remember. Optimus took care of him since he was barely older then a sparkling.

Did Megatron force Terrorsaur to get rid of him at birth? Why not just kill him? That would’ve made better sense! The slagger wouldn’t want a possible threat to his position to be left alive! He took a deep breath to calm his circuits and gathered the guts to ask.

“I need to know something… First of all, how in the Pits did you come back from the dead?! I mean… You fell in a fragging lava pit! It should’ve killed you…”

“Yes, it’s true, I fell in that pit. But I was in deep stasis, not dead. I was in a suspended animation, so to speak… (screech) But I had awoken when I heard your call, my son! YOU had awoken me, Cheetor! Your desperate call for help brought my spark out of stasis and I flew to your help…”

He took a dark and enraged expression then, seething. He rose to his pedes and he was now a good head taller then Cheetor. And this new look he got , all spiky and sharp, was quite intimidating.

“I will crush Megatron’s filthy Spark! I waited way too long for this… Now he’ll pay! For everything!”

“Wow… that’s quite unexpected… And why… How did… Ha, frag! How was I created, and why didn’t you kill me at birth?” Finally spat the youngling and he wondered if he really wanted to know this.

“Quite a hard question, hum?” Laughed the mech a little mockingly, but not in a mean way. “Sit back, it may take time…”

And then he told him a long and quite complicated and stormy story. A story about a young flyer that wanted recognition and some respect, and that found himself dragged into a war he never really wanted to fight.

“I was young, very young, when I first joined the Predacons, and thirsty for respect, recognition and power. At first, it was great and I was one of the best student at the war academy, but… I caught the attention of a mech I should’ve avoided like the Rust Plague… A Predacon’s Commander that had more thirst for power and conquest than even the original Megatron. (Screech) I should’ve stayed as far away as possible from the bastard! If I had known… Well, the past is in the past as they say!”

The mech chuckled sadly and self-mockingly. Cheetor was hanging to his words like a leech on a fresh prey.

“And? What happened after that?! What Megatron did?! C’mon, continue, I’m dying here!”

He was almost bouncing in place as, around them, the night was slowly falling. He didn’t even notice the energy signals coming their way as he was so enthralled in the story.

“Sqwahahaha! Eager, are we? Erm… Well, after that, Megatron took me under his command with the pretext of getting me more ground training, as his unit was the more frequently away from Cybertron. Whatever, I was in his trap then. And after a couple of months trying to seduce me and all, he got fed up with my constant refusal, and one day we were on patrol on a wild and empty moon…” he sighed deeply and looked at Cheetor right in the optics before going on. “He raped me! Here! But you were not created that night, no, because it continues like this for years after that…”

Cheetor shivered and looked at the mech with deep compassion and slight disgust for Megatron. Now he understood way better why the mech was so weird and always trying to backstab and overthrow Megatron.

“And he was beating the scrap outta me for no reasons, was it when he forced me to interface him or merely to get some steam out! I started HATING (screech) him with my entire spark! Trully, madly, deeply… Until the day that YOU… The only good thing Megatron ever created, were brought into existence. That night, the bastard was so drunk that eh forced a spark merge on me and impregnated me… Without even being aware of it at first!”

“And then… What did you do? Why not, I dunno, abort?” Cheetor’s voice was lined with disgust and fascination and he was looking at the transmetal Pterosaur with wide optics.

“I wanted to at first, but I couldn’t! I wouldn’t have trusted a mech like Tarantulas with something like that! He would’ve blackmailed me and threatened me with this little secret for ages… No I couldn’t, so I kept it… kept you, my son. But I had to hide, of course, after a couple of months, because it was starting to show. I managed to do it… Until megatron found out and dragged me from my hiding place! Only to humiliate me and drag me in front of all his mechs, heavily pregnant and striped of my armour, to degrade me even more! I felt like dying then… He ordered me to get rid of it as soon as it was born! And he…”

He let out a spark wrenching screech and hid his faceplates into his hands, deeply hurt and ashamed by this. Cheetor came closer and wrapped an arm around his shoulder to try to comfort him. This story was so spark-wrenching, and disturbing! Megatron was really a sick psycho, thought the young cheetah as he let out a throaty growl.

“He forced me to have this sparkling in front of everyone! (screech) And he ordered me to kill you! But you were so cute… I couldn’t! I ran and hid again for a long time. When I came back, I told him you were deactivated… And he believed me! Or maybe not…. But I don’t care! If he kept track of you, I wasn’t aware of this…”

Cheetor was about to say something else when lights came from the sky and he hissed, temporarily blinded.

“Cheetor! There you are, thank Primus!”

Cheetor’s optics finally accommodates the light and he said that all weapons were aimed on terrorsaur, whom had risen and lifted his hands in front of him. Surrendering without a fight.

“NO! He did nothing wrong! He saved my life! Don’t shoot!”

Optimus looked a little confused when the mech jumped in front of the other, which looked awfully like terrorsaur even as a transmetal, and lifted his arms in a protective and pleading motion. Silverbolt and Dinobot shared a look and the raptor sniffled at the air for a click and then said, a bit surprised.

“He is Terrorsaur, I can recognize his scent. And… (snarl) I don’t feel any treachery, as odd as it sounds…”

Optimus looked at the mechs and then said, lifting his weapon.

“Very well, but we’ll keep him under close watch. Silverbolt, Dinobot, escort him back to base, will you? Cheetor, you come with me…”

Cheetor sighed. It was going to be one of those lengthy and boring lectures, he just knew it! But he followed Optimus nonetheless as the others took Terrorsaur away with them. Things were going to be a lot more interesting back to base… Ho yeesss…

-TBC-
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