Transformers Next Wave By: Fragraham Lincon This fanfic follows up my alternate ending to Beast Machines. Read it if you want to understand. ----------------------------------------------------------------- It has been two hundred years since the death of Megatron. Cybertron has recovered from his hollocost. But the lessons I learned in the Beast Wars went in vain. Perhaps it was a mistake to revive the council of elders. We all knew they were racists. They provoked the predacons and deserved what Megatron did to them. But because he went so far....it was easy for them to justify taking things further. We are a people at war now. When the elders sent the cybertronian armada to the Predacon collonies. They had no weapons. They weren't like Megatron. They didn't know what would happen. And that anyone since the Quintisons could justify in their mind......the enslavement of a transformer. Before the beast wars Predacons were second class citizens. Most preffered to leave cybertron to live a harsh but free life on the satelite collonies. We all knew it was only a matter of time before we pushed them too far. I have washed my hands of the name Maximal. I am unique in this world. My name is Optimus Feral. Once I was called Cheetor. I was a scientist. Untill the beast wars on earth. Then I became a soldier. And because of Megatron's tamperings even became a living weapon. I would later be called a leader. and a hero. The elders offered me a seat on the councill. But I declined. I wanted nothing to do with them. Rattrap took my place and he has kept me informed. I have spent my time preparing. I Have gained great controll over the oracle now. I can see things as they truly are. My spark has become worthy of the name Optimus........Optimus...the name I served through the beast wars and Megatron's hollocost. Now I have had the honor of it being bestowed on me. My body was torn apart in the battle with Megatron. So I had to rebuild it. Not only rebuild but improve it. I somehow had an inbuilt knowlege remaining from my days as a Transmetal 2. I tampered with it. I learned to intergrate new alloys of the technorganic bio metal into my body. Now I am a true meld of life and machine. And thanks to my partially organic design I'm even capable of ingesting food as to elliminate the need for energon. Thus it was no problem to enlarge my body. To a size worthy of the name optimus. Now I am a walking arsenal. A one robot wrecking crew. I am prepared for the coming war. ----------------------------------------------------------------- The large robot was done dictating to a recording device. He ordered it to shut off and stood up. He was around 20 feet tall. Wings spouted from his back. they were laden with small detachable blades for use as projectiles. His back held two blades which could in times of need be united into a single massive sword. His hands and feet were deadly edged claws. His face was now partially encased in a helmet that had been a design passed down with the optimus name. Feral had since improved on it to fit with his sleek design. His classic spotted chest was still the same but his abdomen was now armored with what looked almost like the grill of a twentieth century terran truck. but it moved and shifted with his body showing it's near living qualities. Feral walked out of his door hitting his head. He had learned the downside to technorganics was the abillity to feel pain. "Flytrap. any word from your father at the council?" Feral looked over to a computer to see his apprentice. The chubby animal was asleep. It looked like a rat. but thorns ran down its back. its two tails were tipped with a single large leave on the end of each. aside from that, being green, and the occasional exposed metal part it was a large sewer rat. The creature had his tails reaching over by a window where sunlight filtered in. "FLYTRAP YOU LAZY SLAGGER WAKE UP!!!!!!" The creature jumped up startled and reared back on instinct for a moment before realizing where it was. "Oh Optimus you scared the slag out of me. Can't I ever get a good nap?" It said. "You're supposed to be monitoring communications." "Sorry yeesh. I'll check the log." With that the creatur transformed into a robot mode of sorts. The new robot had spikey green hair that also contained thorns. His new mode was by contrast lanky and skinny. Feral always noticed how he looked like Nightscream when he was younger. A visor zipped over Flytrap's eyes as he placed his hand on the console. Text zoomed across his field of vision. "Yup you got mail. Nothing from my dad. But Nightscream sent something. Here it is. 'Feral I've been looking around the local observatory. You were right. You know that object you said you saw on long distance radio imaging? Yeah well it's in viewing range now. It's still heading for Cybertron. and furthermore. IT'S HUGE!!!!! I'd say at least the size of cybertropolis. And I mean before we blew half of it up fighting old Megs. What's even weirder though is it's not being effected by the gravity of nearby stars. It seems to be using controlled flight. Whatever it is it's coming here and it must have a good reason. Whoops. Security's coming. Gotta jet' that's all he wrote." Feral looked up. "It has a purpose? What is this thing? Flytrap I'm going to meet Nightscream in the observatory. I have to see this thing for myself. You stay here." "Sure thing boss." "AND DON'T GO TO SLEEP!" "Slaggit!" Feral converted to beast mode. still a cheetah. A huge cheetah but a cheetah none the less. He sped off out the door of and into the streets. The city outside wasn't nearly as big as cybertropolis. the tallest building was mabey three hundred stories. a tiny place by cybertronian standards. Feral preffered it because it gave him room to stretch his legs. Flytrap wouldn't admit it but the increased sunlight wasn't so bad either. Much less smog than in Cybertropolis. Flytrap sighed and went back to his station. He sat down in a swiveling chair and stared at his screen as data incoming from Cybertron's communications systems scrolled by. "Sigh. This is so boring. I wish they'd upgrade their security. I can hack this in my sleep. Flytrap walked away from his station and stepped outside. "Man Optimus chose the worst rundown shack to set up base in. I bet he only chose it because it was build over and old underground access tunnel." Flytrap looked around for a moment. He then resigned himself to his work and turned around to go back inside. However he was cut off when he ran into the torso of another robot standing in the doorway. He paused for a moment before realizing it was a fembot. He jumped back and landed on his skidplate. "GYAH! Howe'd you get in there? I mean i was standing right by the doorway and there's no other entrance. to the building." "Well that's a nice way to say hello" The fembot replied. Flytrap finally got a good look at her. She was mostly purple with spikey hair. Her face looked very humanlike and was youthfull. Probably younger than Flytrap was. She had a feathery cape extending from her armored shoulders and from behind the cape extended two wings that didn't look like they were properly positioned for flight. Flytrap was dropjawed for a moment. "Well are you going to stare at me all day or are you going to introduce me to Optimus Feral?" She said. Flytrap shook his head. "Wait how do you know Optimus... wait answer the first question before you answer that one." The Fembot sighed. "I came in through the underground tunnels. My parents said it was the safest way for them to travel since they were on the bad side of just about everyone on Cybertron. Second they wanted me to meet Optimus Feral and work for him. They said it would be good for me to learn to be a warrior." "Heh. that's just what my Mom said. Sure my dad and I agreed that staying out of trouble was the best path but my mom always gets her way....wait why am I telling you this?" "OOOHHH! I know you. You're Flytrap right?" "yeah that's me." "Well don't you rembember me? I'm Purplebolt. We used to play together when we were younger." "OH YEAH! Wow you've grown up." said Flytrap trying not to look like he didn't remember. "And uhm...well you see I had a lot of friends back then so...." He was lying about that too. "Who were your parents again?" "Yeesh you think you'd remember the two most wanted crimminals on Cybertron. Silverbolt and Black Arachnia." "WWWWWWW WHAT!!!!!! YOU'RE THEIR KID! DON'T KILL ME!" "Relax. I'm a lousy fighter. That's why I'm here. I'm supposed to become an apprentice to Optimus Feral." "Well I hate to tell you this Purplebolt but the position's taken." Purplebolt started to look really sad all of the sudden. "AAWWWW, I really wanted to make my parents proud of me too. and what am I going to do? They aren't coming back for me for three years. That's a long time." Purplebolt looks down and kicks the ground. "Oh don't....." Flytrap begins but then realizes he's being duped. "HEY DON'T TRY THAT SAD RUTINE ON ME!!!" "I'm SORRY *SNIFF* I don't *hic* mean to but.... WHAAAAAAA!!!" "EGADS SHE REALLY IS THAT MUCH OF A CRYBABY! How did someone like her come from Silverbolt and Black Arachnia anyway?" Flytrap thought to himself. "Hey calm down I'm sure Optimus can do SOMETHING with you." "You really think so!" Responded Purplebot now getting cheery and puppy dog eyed and very much surprizing Flytrap with her sudden mood swing. "yeah uhm...sure....." Flytrap stops in mid sentance. He converts to beast mode and raises his large pointy ears. "SSSHHH.....Do you hear that? Jet engines. But what would jets be doing here unless...DUCK!" Flytrap pounces on Purplebolt pushing her away just as several Aircraft zoom in and launch countless explosive rounds into the building they were in. "By the Matrix. I didn't think Optimus was in that bad with the elders." Purplebolt comments with with the jets having flown away. "No. Maximals don't use jets. Not since the technorganic revolution. Those were......VEHICONS!" Said Flytrap with some fear in his voice. "No way. You're kidding me. Vehicons are just something parents make up to scare kids." Purple bolt commented with disbelief. "No believe me they're all to real. Look we need to get out of here. Vehicon extermination squads are the cleanup crew that come in after a strafing run. They're brutally efficient. Slag how are we going to get away. The best route of escape was underground and our entrance is gone now." "Well are those jets gone now?" "yeah they only send one wave of flyers. the land drones are what we need to worry about now." "Good that's all I needed to know. BEAST MODE!" right before Flytrap Purplebolt transformed into what could only be described as a purely mythical beast. It's head was feathered and tipped with a beak. most of the rest of its body had a hard exo skelleton. It had two wings two legs and four arms. Its feathery tail formed from what was her cape and the wings were now perfectly positioned for flight. She could simple be put as....a dragon. This made Flytrap feel as if his DNA had given him the shaft on a beast mode. "Hop on we're flying." Said Purplebolt. Flytrap latched to her back. and they took off already being fired upon by a wave of indy-car drones. "Wow I never thought I'd see real Vehicons. This is so cool" Said Purplebolt while still dodging gunfire. "HEY less talking and more flying. How can you stand this anyway. I hate battle." "I guess it's just in my nature. WWHHHHEEEEEE!" Purplebolt went into an arial loop with a screaming flytrap clinging to her back. elsewhere...... "You failed. I can't believe it. Not only did you fail to capture Optimus Feral but you also let his assistant escape and that new Maximal as well. You understand that this means Feral will be able to map vehicon territory now that he's seen the direction we attack from. What do you have to say to this. Mirage?" The alrge red and black vehicon spoke to the smaller robot. The smaller robot replied "I am sorry lord Vehitron. We had not exepected Feral to leave so soon. We were sure that he would remain untill he recieved the message we intercepted from Rattrap at the council. "HMMM. He must have recieved a more urgent message then. But what would he see as more important than the coming war with the Predacons? I can't understand the way he thinks. All of my inherrited memories point to him taking actions that are nothing like what he's doing now. But then again. It has been over two hundred years since my predecessor passed away. No! No one changes that much. Mirage persue that flying Maximal. Remain undetected. When you have an oportunity contact scavenger and have him bring her to me." "Yes lord Vehitron." Said Mirage trying not to be shaken by the insane rantings of his leader. -------------------------------------------------------------------------