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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 8: Kidnapping attempt

Maximal’s base, later

Terrorsaur was standing in the middle of the control room, surrounded by the Maximals. He was feeling a bit uncomfortable, to say the least, but Cheetor was standing by his side and trying to plead for him for an entire hour now. That was quite good from him but the suspicious, nasty looks he was still getting were proof enough that he won’t be accepted that easily.

“Come on, Optimus! He saved my fragging life back there! Didn’t this meant anything?”

Optimus finally took a step forward and looked Terrorsaur from head to toe. He tilted his helm and locked optics with him, then said, crossing his arms.

''Alright, CHeetor, your point had been well-taken. I am willing to give Terrorsaur a chance to prove himself to us.'' He then turned to the young Maximal and added, putting a gentle hand on his shoulder. ''I hope you understands we cannot allow him full access right away, young mech. The news you bring us are... disturbing, to say the least.''

Dinobot, whom had keep silent and listening the all time, snarled softly and walked closer, stopping right in front of the former Predacon to intensely examine him, red optics locking in mint green. But Dinobot, as a former Predacon himself, can understands very well in which position the tense, very nervous-looking mech was on. Because he had been right in that spot not too long ago... And had been redeemed because of a maximal as well. Rattrap had helped him find himself back.

Maybe Terrorsaur, then, could be given the same opportunity he had been... He had a sparkling to look after too now, and even if Terrorsaur was now a youngling, it didn't changed anything. The feeling towards one's sparkling never change, whatever ages they may be.

''Let him stay, he deserves as much. *snarl* After all, you gave me a second chance when I *snarl* needed one. He's no different... WHen we have sparklings - or youngling in his case - to look after, things gets very different. It gets... personal, in a way, and everything you wants to is keeps you child safe.''

Dinobot puts a hand on a very startled Terrorsaur shoulder and smiled, squeezing softly with a understanding, as friendly as possible for him, smile. The red and SIlver Transmetal Pterosaur was about to say something when a row of happy chirps exploded down the hallway and a ball of happy sparkling busted in the Command Center and ran straight for his father, clinging to his leg. Dinobot was a little startled then looked down at the baby Raptor with the intention of scolding him, but when he saw his expression, his wide, trusting optics, he instead crouched and took him into his arms.

''Dada..." The baby raptor blurted out and the large mechs optics went wide in shock.

Rattrap, whom had been standing tense and suspicious for the entire meeting, walked to them and his moth fell open when he heard that as well. They shgared a look and then a smile, crept on the warrior's faceplates as the sparkling repeated his first word and chirped, rubbing his head in his neck.

"Aww, that so adorable, Choppa'face! He spoke! Is first word! An he choose ya ta test it out!" Rattrap tickled the underside of the sparkling's long chin and the baby purred, leaning on it.

"I suppose that he doesn't think my discipline is so bad after all..." DInobot said and chuckled, rubbing the sparkling's back and tail. "Aren't you, Razorclaw? And how did you get out of your crib *snarl* this time? Witty little mech..."

The tension in the room had dropped considerably since the sparkling had busted in and the other Maximals were congratulating the happy parents for their son's first word. Terrorsaur had watched it all with a smile and crossed his arms, deciding to stay out of it as it was obvious they didn't wanted him to interfere. But Cheetor wouldn't let him sulk alone in his corner, no! The young Maximal came to him and said, smiling goofily.

"I love sparklings! This one in particular, because he had got the traits of both his parents! He had the wits and intelligence - not to mention mischievousness - of Rattrap, and he had the courage, strength and headstrongness of Dinobot! He'd be a nice mech when he grows up..."

Terrorsaur turned to his son and tilted his helm. He had a thoughtful, sad expression on then and sighed.

"I hope I could've seen you when you were that young, but it was impossible. I had to immediately give you away... I missed not being able to raise my own sparkling."

The cheetah looked sad and his ears flattened in sadness. He reached and patted him on the shoulders, smiling.

"But at least, I had been given a good caretaker! Optimus is the best father you can dream of... I'm sure you'd have made a good mother if given the chance. Maybe you'll get that one day."

The mech nodded and then they stayed silent, watching the cute family reunion, as rattrap and Dinobot were both trying to coax their sparkling to say something else. But the stubborn little raptor was either too young to comply, or just wouldn't be ordered around to do something, and he stuck to his 'dada' for now.

Unknowingly to them, in another part of that planet, a plan was made that would soon chatter their little peace and quiet...

oOo

Tarantula's lab, in the meantime...

Everything was almost ready now. The Predacon's mad scientist had finally built the machine that would transfer Megatron,s spark to another body safely! ANd it was designed to be used on a sparkling, just as Megatron wanted. And not any sparkling... Dinobot will pay dearly for his treason, that was for sure! WHen his aprkling would be bearing Megatron's spark, it would be impossible to undo it without killing the little sparkling in the process!

Tarantulas laughed at his own genius! Any attempt to remove Megatron,s spark from the sparkling will results in the infant's death! It was a certitude, Tarantulas had made sure of it... And besides, sparklings were pests! Little screaming, wailing and demanding, helpless, useless things that sucked up time and resources from mechs that could use them with more important tasks! One less was always a good thing...

Anyway, as he was sure the Maximals will try to undo what he'd do, they'll kill the little runt themselves. That was such a sweet revenge on all of those meddling Maximals... Particularly that insufferable prideful fool, Dinobot! And his little mate, that rat, Rattrap... He deserved no less for the amounts of time he screwed up his plans as well! Let them grieve, and when they would be busy crying over the dead shell of the sparkling, Tarantulas would be free to launch his own plan for this planet... Without the Maximals OR Megatron to interfere!

"I'm a genius... Mwahahahahaha!" The mech laughed and rubbed his hands together while he admired his little machine, a real piece of artwork. "Ho, Megatron, you'll be in fir such a surprise! Mwahaha! Indeed!"

He turned to the tank where Megatron's spark was kept on, and smirked. The tyrant's spark had been gravely wounded on Terrorsaur assault, and Tarantulas had been tempted to just let him fade right there and then, but... That revenge will ho-so-sweeter! When Megatron would think he's saved, he will in fact be as helpless as... a sparkling! He laughed again, that was just too great! Megatron hadn't thought then by taking over a sparkling's body, he'd be just as helpless, defenseless as that sparkling...

And Tarantulas would just... pull the plug on him! Both sparks will then fade away, and he'd drop the lifeless shell at the Maximal's doorstep... And watch them cry and scream over the useless pile of scraps!

Now, in ways to achieve his plan, he had to capture the little runt... And he had already this planned out! Being the Predacon's leader had its advantages! While the other predacons lauch a diversion attack, they'll left the sparkling alone in the base, and then... Kidnapping him will be child's play, so to speak!

His insane laugh lasted for a few minutes then and resonated through the caverns...

oOo

The next day, Maximal's base

"Come back here!"

Rattrap was running after a giggling, chirping and playful sparkling down the base's hallways. But the tiny baby Raptor was as slippery as a wet snake! He had lost him then but could still hear him giggle and chirp somewhere near.

"Razorclaw, if ya dun come out now, I'll call yer daddy! DO ya hear me, lil rascal? Come out, now, dun make me take out the leash..."

The happy chirps then turned a little worried, and a sad little sparkling came out of under as console nearby. He looked up at his mother and chirped apologetically. He had such big, trusting optics... Rattrap sighed and crouched to take him in his arms, where the sparkling curled and nuzzled his neck. Rattrap stroke his back and tail and chuckled.

"Aww, Claw, How could a stay mad at ya with such a cute lil face?" Rattrap chuckled as he rubbed his son's back and little flailing tail.

Then there was an explosion and the base shook. Rattrap held his sparkling against his chest tightly and the infant let out a scared yelp, hiding in his mother's chest. Rattrap didn't waste any time in running towards the Command Center to see what was happening. The Red alert was already up and Optimus was giving orders to his troops.

"Predacon's attack! Everyone, battle stations!"

Rattrap didn't asked what was going on, as he still had a scared sparkling in his arms to take care of. he ran to Optimus and said.

"I'll stay here with him! No way I'll let him alone, Primal! I'll protect him in case they get in!"

Optimus nodded and Rattrap ran out of the command center, letting the other fight. He returned to the quarters he was sharing with Dinobot and their son, then locked them both inside. The battle, outside, seemed to go on forever, and Razorclaw was trembling against him, terrified. Rattrap was cooing him to soothe him down, telling him stories and trying to sound confident. But after w while, sounds were heard from outside the room, and the door was being forced.

Rattrap's optics nbarrowed and he hid his sparkling carefully.

"Wathever happens, ya stay hidden, Claw, understood? Do not come out!"

The sparkling tilted his hed and chirped interrogatively. He wanted to know what his mommy was going to do.

"I'll take whoever's waiting out this door off until we have some help..." He rubbed his sparkling's head and then finished hiding him.

He tried to call for help but the comm had been jammed, and he had to fight alone. So be it! No one will hurt his sparkling as long as he's alive! It was him against whoever was on the other side of that door... And he readied his gun to fire as soon as it would be opened.

Tarantulas finally managed to crack the locking code and opened the door... To be met with a laser shot on the faceplates! He yelped and jumped back. Damn, he hadn't expected to find someone else's in here! He took his weapon's out and fired at the spot from where the gunfire had come.

"Yer not going ta leave here alive, predacon scum!"

Rattrap, of course... The mother hen defending his breed. He smirked and took a little capsule from subspace. That should do it.. He thrown it in the room, and it filled it with a powerful soporific gaz. rattrap coughed and cursed, trying to run out of there before he'd collapse. He felt himself going sluggish and slow, the effects already affecting him.

"No..." Her said and then busted out of the room to tackle whatever was on the other side.

He collided with the tarantula's mech and they fell in a tangle of limbs on the floor. But Rattrap was slowed and felt like his head was full of air, light and dizzy. Tarantulas had no problem overpowering him, and he struggled weakly. He tried to bite him and hissed.

"Lemme go! Yer not touching ma sparkling!" he blurted sluggishly and Tarantulas laughed.

"Where is he? I need him, so you better tell me, or I extract the information forcefully! You won't like it... Mwahaha!"

"Fragger... Da battle outside's almost over... the others will be here soon, and you'd be dead! Am not talking to ya..."

"We'll see..."

Tarantulas was aware he didn't had much time though and he immediately got to work, injecting the mech a truth serum very efficient. After a minute or two, Rattrap was ready, and the mech felt really weird, light-headed and feeling like he wanted to spill everything he knew on every possible subjects. A part of him was fighting it though, and he writhed under the mech's glare.

"Where's the runt? Come on, spill it, I don't have all day!"

Tarantulas's voice cut through his mind like a blade and he felt compelled to answer. But he didn't, he bit his glossa hard instead, making it bleed, and shook his helm. The Predacon was pissed and impatient get out of there. He leaned and yanked the mech's head back painfully, stretching his neck cables.

"Spill! I won't be so gentle if you keep defying me..."

At that moment, a very faint little whimpers could be heard from a spot on a wall. IN a wall to be more accurate... Tarantulas chuckled darkly and walked to the spot, knocking on the wall until he found an hollow spot.

"Haaa... here it is... Very clever of you to use that kind of hiding spot, Rattrap! I..."

he never had time to finish. A roer cam from the door and Dinobot and Terrorsaur ran in. The tarantula's mech, taken by surprise, was overpowered and soon render unconscious. DInobot was about to extinguish his spark when Terrorsaur stopped him.

"Let go, Predacon! He deserves to die!"

"Indeed! *screech* But he also have informations we needs! this attack *screech* was merely a diversion! You must wants to know what the true intention was behind this, Dinobot! Think about it!"

The former Predacon finally lowered his weapon, but he landed a last hard, stunning kick on the mech's head before he knelt to open the hidden panel on the wall and retrieve his sparkling. The baby Raptor jumped on his arms and snuggled on his chest, whimpering and trembling in fear. DInobot turned very gentle then and stroke his son's back gently, cooing to him softly.

"There, there, Razorclaw, it's over... You are safe now..."

The sparkling hid his tiny head in his dad's neck and keened a bit, curling in a tight ball. Terrorsaur had walked to Rattrap and untied him, shaking him out of his dazed state. The rat mech was a little stunned and the drug was still clouding his mind, but he finally stood.

"Am alright... Take this filth out of ma quarters!" He motioned to the unconscious Predacon and growled.

The others soon arrived and they took care of Tarantula. He was locked in a cell and bounded so he couldn't move a finger. And Rattrap now refused to let his sparkling out of his sight. He would carry him everywhere and never let go. And the sparkling, still shaken, would let him do so and snuggled close to the reassuring warmth of his spark, under his chassis. And Dinobot was always there, a threatening shadow watching over his familly.

There would now be nearly impossible to even come close enough to see the sparkling!

But there were answers to get now, about why tarantulas needed the sparkling and what he intended to do with him once he got him... And Dinobot had already volunteered himself to 'interrogate' the no-good, mad Predacon.

-TBC-
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