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Okay, this is a little tale I made up when I was about ten years old. It's not really in a correct point in time, it's just some point after Beast Machines. I hope you enjoy.




Technorganic Cybertron, 112 A.V. (after Vehicons)

A light blue jet flew over the dark side of Cybertron. Past the billboards, the cheap advertisements, the propaganda of a supposed better world. Not all had excepted the ideas of being a technorganic, some didn't even want peace between the Maximals and Predacons. There could never be peace.

"I have sights on the fugitive" the jet sounded off through his communicator.

"Roger that," the reciever held the form of a green sportscar. "He in robot, beast, or vehicle mode?"

"Vehicle. He's a copter. I'll take him out of the skies, you beat him to the ground."

The jet easily caught up to the rogue copter, which took evasive maneuvers. A machine gun opened on the back of the fugitive and fired upon the jet. The jet unleashed a sonic screech which knocked out the copter's internal systems. It transformed and landed on the ground below the towering skyscrapers.

"Come and face me you cowards! Unicron's will be done!"

The green sportscar appeared around the corner of a building and transformed. The robot shot the gun from the fugitive's hand.

"Unlucky." The green robot held his gun pointed at the fugitive's head.

The jet landed, and transformed. He held a pair of scimitar blades to the fugitive's neck.

"I would like to negotiate your surrender," he told the fugitive.

"Like he has a choice," the green one laughed.

"I'll see you both in the Pit!"

That remark merited the fugitive a bullet in the foot. The jet knocked him out with the blunt of his blade and heaved him over his shoulder.

New Cybertropolis, Capital Building

The pair of bounty hunters dragged the fugitive up the steps of the capital building. A technorganic senator met with them.

"Must you drag your victims through our meetings all the time?"

"You're lucky you have people like us in the first place Senator Longhorn," the green bot spoke. "YOu're even luckier this fugitive ain't dead."

"Easy," spoke the jet. "We'll just take our pay and leave."

Longhorn wrote out a number on a datapad and passed it to them.

"You should really consider a reformatting. Your father would have wanted it for you. I know he left you a long time ago, but he really cared." Longhorn consolled the jet-former.

"No he didn't," the jet scowled. "He cared more for his real son Cheetor. That's why he's Supreme Commander, isn't it? He winds up being my dad's golden boy, so we forsake the past governing system and worship a technorganic cat. Yeah, my father really cared."

The jet and his partner began to leave. Longhorn continued to call after them.

"Why keep his name? Why call yourself Optimus Primal? You're destined for great things, for more than a life as a crummy bounty-hunter. The seeds of the future lie buried in the past Primal, it's destiny..."

They both were gone. Back to the meager livings that Cybertron had to offer in a time of peace.

"So...still mad at you dad?" the green car laughed.

"Shut up," he said.

"Let's go do something, take your mind off of it. I got an idea, why don't we explore the old battlefields?"

Primal looked at his friend, "You have something in mind already don't you?"

"Follow me," the bot transformed and rolled out. He dove into a sewer drain that the warriors of the Beast Machines were so familiar with. After miles of distance was covered he changed into robot mode and climbed to the surface, followed closely by Optimus Primal the Second. Before them was a large Technorganic hill.

"Great, a hill," Primal was not impressed.

"Watch this," the green one laughed. He shot the hill, which was hollow. "This was once the Grand Mal. You wanna see it?"

Primal didn't hesitate, perhaps against his better judgment. They both entered the den of iniquity, once the home of the greatest of evil, the very house of Megatron's spark.

"Creepy isn't it?"

"Only for a weak spark," Primal said. He wasn't truly confident, the very essence of this place could make even Cheetor's spine shake.

"Hey I think I see a light up ahead," the green one went deeper into the Mal. "I think it's a spark..."

A flash of blinding light emerged and the robotic cars began to shake. Primal watched in horror as his body trembled and corroded into gray ash. He ran away from his fallen friend, he transformed and he flew as fast as he could.

His friend, however, did not die. He arose and laughed, eyes glowing a fiery orange.

"Yes..."

New Cybertropolis, Somewhere near the capital building

"A spark? Was it an orange spark?" Senator Longhorn met with the second Optimus Primal in private, in the shadows of Cybertron's greatest city.

"Yes, an orange spark. It vaporized him, it was the only time in my life I've been genuinely afraid."

"This is bad Optimus, very bad. We need to bring this to Cheetor, he can consult the Matrix."

"Why Cheetor? Can't we just fix this ourselves? Isn't that a Senator's job? To fix things like this?"

"Just follow me Primal, I'm in no mood to argue," Longhorn lead the way up the steps of the grand building.

A technorganic Maximal sentry stopped them on their way,
"Hold up Longhorn. I need ID, reasons for being here, you know the drill."

"Hey Quickstrike. My assistant and I need to meet with Cheetor, it's and urgent matter."

"Fine," Quickstrike gave them both passcards to Cheetor's office.

He stood there solemnly, much wiser than he had been in the Beast Wars. He was the guardian of the Matrix, the ruler of all Cybertron. "Welcome Longhorn. Who is this with you?"

"I am Optimus Primal," he introduced himself before Longhorn spoke.

"Really? Primal's son I assume, I hear you're a notable bounty-hunter. Your father would have wanted more for you."

"Save it, I've heard it all before. He wasn't even my father really, he left me as a protoform and he died before he could activate me. He's a real family man, leaving his son behind..."

"That's enough Primal." Longhorn stopped him. "Commander Cheetor, we have an urgent report. I have reason to believe Megatron may be coming back, his spark was sighted in the remains of the Grand Mal."

"I know," Cheetor replied. He showed them the window, where the Grand Mal flew over Cybertron.

The door behind them opened up and Rattrap rolled in, "Do you see what the slag's going on Cheetor? It's Megatron!"

"I know Rattrap, Silverbolt and Buzzsaw have taken an assault squad to bring it down. I'm taking no chances with this Rattrap."

Primal glared at the abominable tribute to Unicron that floated above Cybertron. He saw Silverbolt and Buzzsaw leading flying Maximals and Predacons alike to destroy it. It was an effective attack, the flying fortress did not even defend itself. IT was as if there was no bot inside to control it.

Primal could see the green from of his possesed ally fall from the back of the big floating head.

"It's a distraction! The Grand Mal isn't a threat!"

"Primal settle down, Cheetor has this covered."

"Primal?" Rattrap butted in. "This is that son of Primal I've heard about? Slag, if he says it's a distraction, I'd trust 'im. It's in his circuitry."

"No, the Silverbolt has it covered." Cheetor calmed them.

Primal left the room in a hurry. Longhorn followed him, "Where are you going Primal?"

"If they won't stop him, I will!" upon leaving the building he transformed and took to the sky. He spotted his former green comrade headed for a shipyard. He sent his thrustes in maximum and rocketed towards the renegade 'new Megatron.'

Megatron drove through the door and into the shipyard. He shot at several guards, all with killing blows. He boarded a ship and took off, out of sight of Primal.

He landed at the shipyard and looked up to the black sky. Longhorn caught up with him, "See, let's just get that ship's signature and we can track it. You can't fly through atmosphere, just let him go.

Primal immediately headed for the closest ship, followed by Longhorn. "I order you to stop Primal! This is Cheetor's job, just let it go!"

"Who the slag are you?" the single crewman of the ship Primal boarded asked. "Get off my ship!"

Primal hit him with a left jab and stole his seat at the controls.
"We're going after him."

"No we're not!" Longhorn yelled. "We're going back to Cheetor and help him settle this."

"My father would want me to stop Megatron, regardless of what body he's in." that statement shut Longhorn up. The ship took off and pursued Megatron's vessel closely.

"Slag, good punch," the crewman said. He looked at the viewing screen to see the back of Megatron's ship. "Hey, you're getting a little close there. What're you doing? You're gonna hit him!"

"That's the plan!"

"Primal!" Longhorn shouted in fear as the ships collided and fell towards a nearby planet, both of them in a shattered wreck.

Cycles passed before Primal awoke from the crash, "Slag."

"That's one way to put it," the crew man snarled. "You wrecked my ship!"

"Easy you two," Longhorn silenced them, "I'm a Senator, I'm in charge. You both need to reformat to disguise with the environment. I don't know where Megatron is, but on a swamp-world like this he could be anywhere."

Primal and the crewman scanned life forms, Primal becoming a bat and the crewman becoming a snail.

"Just call me Escargon!" He said, marveling at his new body.

"Why do you change your name with your appearance?"

"I dunno, I thought Transformers just do that. Why don't you go by, Opti-Bat Primal, or Convobat!"

"No, I'm Optimus Primal. My name stays," he turned his attention away from the crewman and focused on Longhorn, "He's out there Longhorn. Megatron's really out there."

"But with a share spark, I have no idea how different he may be," Longhorn sighed as he looked out into endless swamps. "This world will just have to be our home for now."

"And what world is this?"

"Vectimus."

Very, very good! I like it. Primal II's attitude is very interesting. And the Convobat reference is very cool. Can't wait to see Megatron's new form (alligator, duh! ). I like that Cheetor did, in fact, become Supreme Commander. Interesting that Primal II is resentful of the fact that his dad died.

Author Note: Thank yo very much for your positive comment, it really means a lot. I have a lot more to write, I'll try to find time to get it all down. Enjoy!


Vectimus, Wreckage of the ships

Optimus Primal went with Escargon through the remains of the ships. They looked for any cargo or crew that were lost in the crash.

"I dunno exactly what kinda stuff my ship was supposed to be carrying," Escargon told Primal, "I think it was important though."

"It must have been," Primal commented, seeing an unconscious Battle Unicorn in the cargo hold. "Longhorn," he called through his comm, "YOu need to get down here, stat!"

Longhorn took his time getting there, "I don't know what makes you think you're the leader of this operation, but you really can't give a senator orders." It was then that Longhorn saw the damaged Battle Unicorn. "Holy Slag!"

"Am I missing something here?" Escargon wondered.

"It's a Battle Unicorn," Longhorn explained. "After Megatron's fall sparks flew back to their bodies all over Cybertron. 'Cons like Cryotek, Hellscream, and the Tripredacus Council found the anarchistic state of the new Technorganic planet as opportunity. Cheetor create an army of Battle Unicorn's as peace keeping soldiers. If there was one guarding this vessel, the cargo must've been important."

"And my money say that Megatron took off with it," Primal said.

The Unicorn soldier began to twitch. "It's coming online!" Escargon shouted.

"Very apparent observation soldier," Primal mocked. "Battle Unicorn, what is your function?"

"To obey the words of the Supreme Commander and his Senate, not petty Maximals like you," it retorted in a feminine voice.

"I am a Senator," Longhorn spoke up before Primal had the chance to verbally retaliate. "Why are you here Unicorn?"

"Senator Longhorn sir!" she saluted. "I was assigned to protect this ship to abandon stasis-pods of decommissioned law-breakers to a prison sector! I was attacked after our crash, and that brings us to now, sir!"

"Well you did a slaggin' good job defending those pods," Primal chuckled.

"Well you were the one that crashed the ship," Escargon pointed out.

"All right, I get it, it might not have been a good idea. If it killed Megatron, it'd been worth it."

"Sirs!" Unicorn interrupted. "This is a dire situation. All due respect, we need to return those pods and stop wasting time. There are Vehicon and Decepticon criminals!"

"How bad could they be?" Primal smirked.

Vectimus, south of the wreckage, a dark cave

Four stasis pods were set in a row. Megatron stood in a new Alligator body, powering them with his own unnatural spark. Three pods activated, the fourth only sparked and began to smoke.

"Slag!" he said, putting out the flame.

"Need help with that sir?" A voice came from a stasis pod. The three active pods all opened and Megatron's new soldiers arose. "My name is Max-B sir, thank you for bringing me online!"

Max-B was an unusual specimen, a cyborg-Beast with Anglomois powered capabilities and powerful weapons. Out of the other pods came a Jetstorm and a Motorcycle Vehicon.

"Thrust? Is that you?" Megatron wondered.

"No sir gator-bot! Me Wazzzpinator! Wazpinator still cool biker bot!"

"My lord Megatron," the Jetstorm drone bowed. "It is I sir, your most loyal Diagnostic Drone. I never dreamed you could have survived, how are you here? Why do you have an organic body?"

Why do I have an organic body? Why am I here? I remember nothing, I am a Maximal, but my spark. My spark is evil. It feels good, powerful, yet I cannot remember who I am. I have memories of the Beast Wars, and of life on technorganic Cybertron, though I do not know which is real.

"It is of no importance Drone," he said. "For now it is time to attack. To the north there is are two wrecked ships, which house a group of Maximals. Past experience dictates that Maximals should be dealt with swiftly before they can present a true problem. Come Predacons, we end the Maximals now!"

"Yes mighty new creator! My weapon is yours to control!" Max-B uttered loyally.

"Wazpinator laugh at silly eager doggy-bot!"

"Silence, both of you!" Megatron commanded. "Drone, are you in?"

The drone noticed Megatron's differences. His plan, poorly thought out. His commands, hesitant. His body, organic. This is not the Megatron that created him, not the Megatron that he served.

"I am in. Let us destroy the Maximals."

Max-B cheered as the order for battle was called. Waspinator eagerly joined in, and Megatron even smiled and cheered for the coming battle. the Drone kept silent, suspicious of the new Megatron. Even so, dead Maximals could always cheer him up. The time for bloodshed was now upon them.

Haven't added much in a few weeks, hope you enjoy. BTW, all of these characters have actually been in canon fiction or had a toy, even Escargon. He has a picture on the tf wiki if you need a visual aid.

Enjoy!


Vectimus, wreckage of the ships

"Senator Longhorn," the Unicorn drone spoke with him as they attempted to fortify the wreckage. "Who is this Optimus Primal? Why has he taken charge of this situation and not you, or I for that matter."

"If you think I'm taking orders from him, I'm not," the technorganic bull replied.

Primal's bat form could hear their words clearly. "Hey you two, I didn't say to talk. We got some possibly mean 'cons sharing this world and we need to make this pile o' scrap into protection, got it?"

"Yes Sir!" Longhorn saluted.

"Senator, that's what I'm talking about!" Unicorn scolded him.

"Unicorn, as long as we can't get communications out we're stuck on this world with Megatron. We need a leader and a warrior, not a politician."

"Well he better be a warrior with what we're up against," Unicorn mumbled to herself.

"I'm right behind you two," Optimus Primal hovered silently behind them. "Next time I say to shut up, you best listen. But since we're putting our vocal processors to use, why don't you tell me about those stasis pods Unicorn? Start with who was in them."

"I don't remember much about them, only a few names. Megatron's personal Diagnostic drone. It transferred itself to a Jetstorm drone body for combat. Other than that there was a Predacon name Max-B, Waspinator and one other. A Decepticon, I can't remember who."

"Let Wazpinator remind Horsy bot" an all to familiar voice came from the swamp trees around. Rolling through the muck Waspinator emerged, "Wazpinator Overdrive!"

As the cycle transformed a cyber-organic wolf leapt over him into battle. "I'm ready to rip the Maximals to shreds!"

"Slag," Longhorn said as he ripped a piece of metal from the ships hull to use as a barricade. He leaned over his cover and fired a bolt of lightning at the Cyber-Beast.

"That all you got cow!" Max-B responded, unharmed by the blast.

"Escargon, get out here! Preds are attacking!" Primal commanded over his communicator. He sat with Unicorn behind the hull piece used for cover against a barrage sent from Waspinator. He saw Longhorn leap over the cover and charge at Max-B. "Don't fall for that taunting Longhorn! Slag!"

It was too late. As the bull came close, clubs drawn, the wolf had a bigger club. After he hit Longhorn into the sludge infested ground He followed through with claws mounted on his shield.

"I have to help him!" Unicorn said.

"No you don't!" Primal tried to convince her, but it was too late.

As a technorganic warrior Unicorn possessed several mystic powers. She teleported behind Waspinator and held her axe high above her head. It was then that a large alligator erupted from the murky waters below and crushed her beneath its jaws.

The gator transformed and tossed Unicorn's body on top of Longhorn's. "That's two against your zero. Come on Primal, step it up some!"

The Diagnostic Drone arrived at the battle and noticed victory was already assured. Escargon also arrived with Primal behind their makeshift cover.

"What's the plan General?" Escargon said eagerly, wielding a small laser pistol and a spear in his long arms.

"What did you call me?"

"Well it's a battlefield and you're the leader. Doesn't that make you a General?"

"I'm not sure that's how it works, but I like the sound of it." a compartment opened in Primal's arm to reveal a white flag and an explosive detonation pack. "No matter what happens you stay out of this fight, understand?"

"What? But my shell-arms are made of pure Xantium. And this Love-Love Lance is itching to fight."

"Listen up snail. The fact that you named your spear so ridiculously is the exact reason you shouldn't be in this fight."

After ending Escargon's enthusiasm Primal stood, holding the white flag in his hand. He tossed it over to the 'Cons. "I'm ready."

"Ready for what fool? Megatron doesn't take prisoners!" Max-B told him off, picking the flag off of the ground.

"Oh, you miss understood. I would like to negotiate your surrender. There's still time to give up before I have to kill all of you."

"Wazpinator think you bot gone batty!" He said, opening fire.

Primal smirked, "they never negotiate." He activated a detonator, exploding a detonation pack that he had attached to the white flag. Both Max-B and Waspinator received the full force of the blast.
"I think the score's two on two now Megs."

Megatron and his Drone began to fire at Primal. He transformed into beast mode and easily dodged their bullets. As he transformed again he rammed into the Jetstorm Drone and slashed across its chest. Now it was only him and Megatron.

"Ahh yes, this has been quite fun but all thing end. Are you ready to die Maximal?"

"I'm no Maximal."

"What?"

"I'm a Predacon commissioned by the Tripredacus Council and placed in stasis as a means to retrieve Protoform X for the Predacons. Now I want to join you Lord Megatron."

the green bot lowered his rifle as Optimus Primal bowed. "Welcome back to the cause Primal."

"Primus you're stupid!" Primal laughed as he stood back to his feet. He slashed both of his blades at Megatron, and followed through with a small detonator. Megatron's body erupted in explosive flame. Primal turned to the Diagnostic Drone and Waspinator, "You two are healthy enough. Take your Preds back to wherever you came from and get out of my sight. Next time I see you you better negotiate surrender."

The vehicons didn't hesitate for a micro-second. Primal lifted the bodies of his fallen technorganic comrades and walked back to the wreckage that had become their base. "Escargon, try to find a CR chamber for these two."

He looked down at himself to see oozing energon and other lubricants. Three holes had penetrated his body and several more in his wings. "Make that a..table...for.....three......" he blacked out and left Escargon alone with three bodies in the midst of a world shrouded in swamp.

Very nice!

I really enjoyed this, especially after having recently finished watching the Beast Machines series. I love that OP's son is a vehicle instead of an ape and I'm sure he's MUCH easier on the eyes than his daddy. (ya, I really like BW but I'm still of the Trukk not Munkey generation XD) Your fight scenes were cool and well written and Wazzzpinator totally cracked me up. You wrote him much more true to form than I did.

I can haz moar Beast Machines stories now?

All right, I sorta/kinda forgot this was on here, my bad . Thanks for reading Toyz and Nemesis. Anyway, this isn't necessarily a Beast Machines thing, I kinda wanna go past that and back to the way the original Beast Wars was told. Anyways, I hope you enjoy.

Vectimus, south of the wreckage, a dark cave

"Where *cough* where am I?" Megatron voiced softly

"In a cave," the Diagnostic Jetstorm drone hovered above his immobile body. "I've been reconstructing you, or at least attempting it. Primal sure did a number on you. Max-B's cyber beast body regenerated rapidly, and Waspinator seemed not to feel any pain at all."

"The others...where are they? Bring them to me."

"You're in no position to be giving orders Megatron," The Drone remarked. "You're wounded heavily, possibly beyond repair. And that's not just your body."

Megatron turned his purple-faced head and merely looked at the Drone, expecting explanation.

"Right well, I believe it was apparent when I first arose from my time in stasis. And my suspicions were confirmed when I examined your processor. The body that your spark inhabits, or Megatron's spark, is a Maximal body. Megatron's parasitic spark has latched on to a Maximal host, and two sparks of such different sides of the spectrum could cause severe instability."

"So?" Megatron chuckled, "Sometimes crazy works Drone. Maybe this is a good thing. Maximals always wind up winning don't they?"

"You missed my point. You see, you are MY soldier now. If the cyber dog and his motorcycle buddy were to find out they were working for a Maximal they would rip you to shreds."

"Even with a damaged processor I can outsmart a Drone," Megatron replied confidently. "Ah, right on cue," he continued as he watched Max-B and Waspinator enter the cave.

"Oooo, Wazzpinator have good newzzz!"

"We sure do Lord Megatron!" Max-B chimed in "You won't believe what we found!"

"In a moment Max-B," he silenced his loyal soldier. "I have something to tell you." he paused for a moment. "I am a Maximal."

The Drone's optics widened in shock, not believing he would openly say such a thing.

Max-B only laughed, "Hahaha, that's a slaggin' good one sir! Who knew the king of all Predacons would be so funny?"

Waspinator also laughed, "Hoho, you Megatron funnier than Wazpinator remember!"

Megatron turned his head on his limp body. He smiled at the Drone and continued to speak with Max-B "Tell me about what you found."

"Of course sir! You see the Drone sent Waspy and I scouting. We found a tunnel, it went on for miles, all the way to the core of the planet! It was weird there, it was full of pink fluids and some sort of spiky heart-like thing on a metal pedestal..." Max-B rambled on with details as Megatron processed his words

"A spiky spark-like object? Interesting...yes..." Megatron thought over this for many moments before continuing. "Carry me there Max-B. Waspinator, take our last stasis pod, we might need it. By the way, Drone,” Megatron turned his orange glare at the nervous bot.

"Um, uh, y-yes, sir?" The drone knew that a beating was coming. Megatron was not light on punishment.

"I will spare you, we are allies here. What other research have you done while I was incapacitated?"

"Well sir, we can't get any communications outside of this planet and that's basically all I know. I say we follow Waspinator and Max-B to this cave and gather our resource, then we can worry about killing the Maximals and get of this Primus-forsaken world." The Drone suggested. Perhaps if Megatron would not punish him, his advice was necessary.

"My processor aches Drone, something is calling me in the core of this world. I want to follow, yet I don't. I believe I am feeling the effects of my dual sparks battling. It is, unfortunate." He turned to see the blank faces of his soldiers. "I suppose my self pity should be reserved on a more, exclusive, audience. Very well, Predacons, it is time for us to march!"

Vectimus, Maximal Wreckage Base

"Continue setting up a defense grid Escargon. Unicorn, prepare a scouting path from here to sector Roche and signal back with any news. Longhorn, we need to talk." Primal dished out orders in a military fashion.

"Sir yes sir!" Escargon saluted loyally and eagerly. Battle Unicorn just transformed and galloped away, still reluctant to follow his orders.

"You know she is a trained peacekeeper right? You shouldn't be so harsh," Longhorn tried convincing Optimus of the Unicorn's value.

"I'm a trained soldier, not a peacekeeper. In a war situation the last thing you need is a peacekeeper and a politician."

"It's because we're technorganic isn't it? YOu just have issues from Optimus Primal, the bot you call a father, is that right?"

"I have no issues, I just don't like you people pushing your technorganic agenda on Cybertron. Lio Convoy didn't reformat, neither will I," Primal changed subject quickly, not willing to speak of his father. "Listen, it doesn't matter, I just was wanting to make sure you're with me on this. We can't call back up, I've never even heard of this slaggin' planet, and we need to work together to beat Megatron. You in or out?"

"I'm with you Optimus," Longhorn spoke reassuringly.

Unicorn teleported into their midst urgently. Primal immediatly had his blades at her throat, "Sir, we may have differences but this is a little extreme."

"Sorry," Primal told her. "I'm a little bit edgy. What is the news?"

"Well the Predacons are on the move. They still haven't opened their last stasis pod, but it's the worst criminal of the lot sir. I just remembered, it's a very very bad Decepticon. We must stop them," the Unicorn's voice was filled with worry.

"You seem scared, what kind of criminal strikes such fear into the spark of a Battle Unicorn?" Primal thought over the question in and out.

"It's a Decepticon soldier sir, I phase six kinda bot..."

"By the matrix!" Longhorn interrupted. "You don't mean him do you?"

"Who is it?" Optimus Primal was still in the dark.

"It's Sixshot," both of the technorganics told him.

Sixshot!? Excellent. ^.^ And Megatron part Maximal? ...Interesting. o.O

Yay for updates. I'm so glad you continued this and I think it's a great idea to reset it into an old school-like BW world. I look forward to more. ^_^

Thanks for reading, sorry I don't update regularly, I really hope you enjoy.

btw, if the ending is a spoiler/set-up to the rest of the series plot. If you can recognize it, you're a TF god, I went for an obscure character

Vectimus, Maximal Wreckage Base

"All right, time for a threat assessment," Optimus Primal held a meeting with his soldiers in the remains of the ship's lobby. "You say they have Sixshot. The one-bot army, the immortal regenerator, the 'con that can single-handedly take down whole planets, am I right?"

"Yes sir," Unicorn replied. "The fact that we're still alive indicates that he has not been awoken from his stasis."

"Yes..." Primal thought over the situation swiftly. A distinct ticking noise penetrated into his processor, "Escargon! What are you doing?"

"Oh, sorry General sir." Escargon saluted in loyal apology. "I was just messing with this mine I made from some Energon crystals."

"Where did you find Energon crystals on this planet?"
"In the water, while you and the rest were healing in the CR chamber. Why?"

"That's not a very common occurrence," Longhorn pointed out. "Cheetor's report on the Beast Wars mentioned that crystals such as these were planted by the Vok species."

"Yes, I've read about Alien activities during the Beast Wars." Primal turned to his crew. "All right. Longhorn, you go with Escargon and look into this Energon stuff. Careful not to get to much, it has a knack for overloading circuits."

"What will we do sir?" The Battle Unicorn asked.

"We will stop talking and involve some action." Primal drew out his blades. "Last time we fought the mixed 'Cons I beat them all by myself. If we get them by surprise we can do the universe justice and slag Megatron once and for all. Without Predacons we can figure out what's going on in this planet and get a communication back home."

"Yes Sir!" Escargon transformed and began to slither away.

"Wait Escargon! I don't know where we're going!" Longhorn transformed and pursued.

"Hurry up Unicorn!" Optimus was already flying away.

Vectimus, a very peculiar cave

"Why, I've never..." The Diagnostic Drone hovered around the cavern. "I'm not sure what to make of all this."

Purple vines seemed to pulse around the cave. It was the very center of Vectimus, excess radiation floated around in bubbling pockets around the 'cons. "Nor I Drone. This is all very curious. Max-B, how did you come by this cave in your exploration?"

"Well sir, I guess I should just, uh, what's the word for it." the Predacon went through his processor looking for a way to continue his word. "Honesty, that's it! I should be honest. You see, this cave sorta, called for me. I got a feeling in my spark, like when I worked with Angolmois..."

"Stop there. Angolmois, it's what made you into this Cyborg-Beast, correct?" Max-B nodded slowly. "What is this Angolmois?"

"It was sorta like a cult I got wrangled into with an old partner of mine, Hellscream. This guy Shockaract was using Angolmois to gain some sort of power, I wasn't really told much details. He was eventually defeated, and then these Vehicon things began attacking everyone and I don't know where they came from, but that's pretty much it."

"Right, the Vehicons..." Megatron had mixed memories between his Maximal body and Predacon spark, but Vehicons were part of his mind that couldn't be forgotten.

"Oh, Wazzpinator tired of all the talking," Waspinator, who had been tasked with carrying the remaining stasis pod threw it to the ground and sat on it. "Wazzpinator tired of rolling."

"Good idea Waspinator," coming from Megatron's voice these words were thought to never happen. "You deserve a good rest, you to Drone. Max-B, you and I are going for a walk." Megatron took a vial and scooped the Angolmois energy into it. "While we're gone Drone I want you to analyze this thing," Megatron pointed towards the spiky spark object which levitated in the center of the cave. "I expect to no what it is by the time I return. Come now Max-B."

"Did I do something sir?"

"Of course not, I just want to know more about you. We can expand our friendship, our alliance."

The pair of Predacons left the cave and traveled around Vectimus. "So sir, what am I missing? Or did you just wanna talk?"

"I really just wanted to talk Max-B, there's no reason to be nervous."

"I'm sorry, it's just that some of my past commanders have been mean, and I was just expecting that. Especially from a guy who calls his self Megatron, hahaha."

"Indeed you'd think it would be expected, though I am of a different touch nowadays. It seems I have become increasingly involved in that which is unexpected..." Megatron's voice trailed away as he heard the tiny flutter of wings beating against the air. In the sky, past the trees he could see a large blue bat swooping down. "Max-B! Get down!"

The form of Optimus Primal emerged in front of them swords drawn, "Megatron, how convenient that you're here. I thought it would be a long search. I would like to negotiate your surrender!"

"Megatron ain't alone buddy! It's two on one!" Siphoning power from the residual Angolmois from his visit into the cave, Max-B began to unleash an onslaught of energy shock waves. Primal back flipped over the attack and threw an explosive charge from a container in his arm. Max-B seemed fully impervious.

"Impressive," the voice from behind Max-B said. It was the technorganic form of the Battle Unicorn with her axe drawn. "Primal isn't alone either!"

Her axe clashed against the Predacon's shield and he soon overpowered her. Teleportation was the trump card of the day, and the only thing that kept her alive. She soon began dodging bullets fired by Megatron, who soon became occupied by Primal. A swift hit across the face knocked Primal to the ground, though his recovery was swift. Battle Unicorn soon took a mighty blow from Max-B's spiked ball melee weapon. Battle Unicorn began to release a pulse wave which scrambled Max-B's sensors, but he blasted her with an Angolmois-powered optic laser. It was a lucky, but effective, shot.

"Sir, I think we're outclassed, we need something, a distraction so we can regroup with the others."

"Doubt that'll happen Horsey!" Max-B laughed and gestured towards the direction of the Maximal base in the wreckage.
A great beam of yellow light was raining down right on the approximate area of the base.

"Slag, That looks like a particle cannon!" Optimus turned his sight towards Megatron. "What is this?"

"Well, you asked for a distraction! Hahahaha!"

Vectimus, a very peculiar cave

The Diagnostic Drone was working in the cave as Waspinator was lazily rolling around. "Oh, Wazzpinator ask for break but break so boring, why univerze hate Wazzpinator?"

"Oh Waspinator, how I do so miss your Thrust processor programming..." as the Drone remembered the glory days of Vehicon control the object, the spiky, spark-like object in the center of the core began to pulse. "That's unusual. I don't believe that I could have activated..."

"Drone bot, look!" Waspinator pointed to a creature. A tall being glowing with golden energy, shrouded in a purple silhouette.

"Waspinator, what have you done?" the Drone was the first to place blame.

"Oh, WAzzpinator no do nothing! You do bad thing with spiky-spark!"

The being began to speak, a voice filled with power in audible form. "This is not a place for those like you. The destruction of your ships will be a short, sharp lesson until you leave."

"Destruction of what? That pile of wreckage isn't even ours!" The Drone stepped in assertively, "On who's authority do you have the right to enter our cave! I demand to know what in Megatron's name you are doing in our base of operatio..."

"SILENCE! RETURN TO THE BEGINNING. PREPARE. PREPARE--"