Beast Wars Anonymous:

Fuzion Reaction, pt. I(PG)
by Karl Volmer (karlv@ne.uswest.net)

Optimus Primal sat at the main computer. He was ordered to give all information on the visit to Earth. He had just finished detailing the point up to the planet buster's destruction.

"Darkness. I stayed in space for what seemed days. After I was rescued by Rhinox, it seemed the Maximals and the Predacons were just putting everything back together. Then, we went back to war. A war for the pods that had crashed due to the shockwaves knocking them out of orbit. The Predacons were winning: Four to none. What happened to those four would become a major factor in the Beast Wars. I can only imagine what it was like on the Predacon ship during the initiation....."

"This is too grand, yess. We have four stasis pods that have not activated their scanners. We can make whatever we want." The terrible leader lizard hisses.

"Yes, the possibilities are endless." The male spider laughs sinisterly.

"So Tarantulas, what do you suggest?" Megatron asks. "And no more spiders." He adds with a penetrating glance.

"No, no. I would never do that." The sarcasm is almost apparent in the Predacon's statement.

"Good."

"Something powerful. A combination of two beast forms!"

"Manipulation of the Genetic sort yes. This I like. Go on." The Predacon leader waves his front claws nonchalantly.

"Perhaps these two forms." Tarantulas displays the forms of a scorpion and a cobra. He orders the computer to combine the two.

"Very promising. Will it work?" Megatron ponders.

"Only one way to find out."

"A test subject." Megatron quickly processes. "And no need to waste a Predacon personality chip."

"Oh good. I've been itching for some target practice." Blackarachnia walks into the Predacon bridge.

"Oh I have bigger plans for this Maximal, Ms. Arachnia. It will not be terminated. Now Tarantulas give it a useless combination."

"Hmm...Aha!" Tarantulas puts up the image of a hammerhead shark and a hawk and combines the two.

"Excellent. Activate the pod."

"DNA replication process proceeding." The pod's computer announces. A brilliant light engulfs the Predacon bridge. The hatch on the pod opens slowly.

The beast flies out with his back to the Predacons who are paying no attention to the tail of the Maximal.

"Did it work?" Megatron asks the Spidercon. And as if to answer the question, the beast turns around to reveal the front of a hammerhead shark.

"Where am I?" The new Maximal asks.

"I'm afraid you're right in the heart of enemy camp. But you're free to go, yes." Megatron points his claws to the exit.

"WHAT?!!!" The two spidercons say in shock.

"I'll explain later." The T-radical rex says with glowing eyes.

The Maximal who is thoroughly confused decides to take up the offer before the Predacons change their minds. He flies off to the exit and departs the ship.

"Why did you let him go?" Blackarachnia asks dumbfoundely

"For two Predacons who love to weave webs of deceit, you have no sense of forethought. The Maximals will discover their new comrade and what we've done. And with their high sense of honor, will come to rescue the other pods before we can alter their forms. And by the time they reach our ship, they'll discover they are too late."

"Now why didn't I think of that?" Tarantulas asks to himself.

Megatron overhears the statement. "Why indeed." The leader rolls his eyes.

"Rhinox sat at the chair when the alert came on. Megatron's plan was in action and it was going all too well..." Primal continues.

"Maximal signature detected." The computer reports.

Optimus Primal walks in. "Maximal? From where?"

"The computer says straight from the Predacon base. Optimus, I think you should look at this." Rhinox puts up the visual on the beast forms.

"It's registering two beast forms? Strange." Optimus Primal presses a button on his communicator. "Airazor, I need you to check out something."

"Anything you want, Big Bot?" The feminine falconbot voice responds over the communicator.

"A Maximal signature has been reported leaving the Predacon base. Check it out and be careful."

"You bet."

The two Maximals wait patiently for a response from their fellow female friend.

"No sign yet." She reports. "BY THE MATRIX!" Her transform sequence is overhead on the communicator. "Optimus, I think you better see this one for yourself. We're reporting back to base."

"It was almost as if he planned our very emotions. And needless to say, it greatly overshadowed the arrival of Polar Claw who was discovered by Tigatron."

"Maximals, I would like to intro..." Tigatron takes a look at the bibestial Maximal , "BY THE SACRED SPIRES!" The new Polar Bear Maximal shares the astonished look of Tigatron.

"Why does everyone have this reaction when they see me?" The Maximal mutant asks in a hurt tone.

"What happened to you?" Tigatron says in shock.

"The Predacons fused two beast forms into one."

"Great! What next, they take off their heads so they can become their weapons?" Rattrap joins in the banter.

"Although Rattrap's vocalizer is in need of a volume control, he does have a point. We need to stop the Predacons from making more Fuzors."

"What is so wrong with what I am?" The Maximal fuzor's temperament is getting shorter.

"You don't even know you've been wronged? Your beast form is unnatural and not meant to be."

"Excuse me. I couldn't help the way.." The Fuzor has reached his breaking point. "... I WAS CREATED! PERHAPS YOU ARE THE UNNATURAL ONE!"

"Hey, Stripes here knows what is and isn't, you Fuzor freak." Rattrap comes in defense of his friend.

"FREAK! I WILL SHOW YOU FREAK! AIR HAMMER, MAXIMIZE!" The frenzied Fuzor transforms into his robotic mode. He snaps his left claw at Rattrap.

"WAIT, STOP!" Primal comes between two. "This is exactly what Megatron wanted. There are other pods in the Predacon base. We need to stop them..."

"BEFORE THEY MAKE MORE UNNATURAL BEASTS!" The emotional Maximal flies out of the Axalon.

"For the first time in my cycle, I have lost respect for all of you." Airazor takes off after the departed duobeast.

"Ah, she'll get over it." Rattrap snaps. He slowly slips into a guilt ridden trance like the rest of the Maximals.

"Megatron, one; Maximals none." Optimus pauses at the thought of his initial reaction and tries to go over how he could have done better.

Fuzion Reaction, pt. II(PG)
by Karl Volmer (karlv@ne.uswest.net)

"When Airazor calmed down, she filled me in on the details of what happened next." Optimus Primal continues his report.

The Fuzor flies to the scent of salt water. He notices Airazor giving chase. "DON'T COME NEAR ME!"

"PLEASE LISTEN!" Airazor yells in a sympathetic voice. "Their beast programs were overriding their thinking. The beast inside them was telling them something was wrong! You felt it towards us."

The Fuzor slows down in hesitation. "IF THAT'S SO, THEN I SHOULDN'T GO BACK!" The Fuzor dives head first into the waters.

"NO, WAIT!" Airazor screams in desperation. She frantically searches for signs of the Fuzor in the deep blue expanse.

She is surprised to see the fellow birdbot come back out. "What happened?"

"I don't know, it was a natural response. I swam and I breathed differently. It felt as natural as flying," the Fuzor reports.

"Amazing."

"I'm sorry I ran out."

"It's quite all right. Even though they couldn't decide on the right words, their intentions were right. There are Maximal protoforms that need to be saved. You are the only one who can infiltrate the Predacon base without direct suspicion."

"So I need to go back and basically tell them how the Maximals treated me and act like I'm on their side. And try to save the protoforms from being turned into Predacons."

"You got it."

"I'll do my best." Air Hammer heads for the Predacon base. "AND THANKS!"

"Airazor's and Air Hammer's plan made me quite embarrassed to say the least. I wish I had thought of it instead of prejudice getting in the way. Air Hammer and Silverbolt would inform of what happened aboard the Predacon ship."

"The first Predacon Fuzor is complete! Everyone meet Quickstrike!" Tarantulas introduces the fused scorpion cobra beast.

"Yea and I'm ready to tangle with those Maximal varmints ! Quickstrike, Terrorize!" The Pred Fuzor converts to his robot mode.

"Very impressive, yes. Tarantulas what are the other beast forms you have selected for combination."

"A lizard/dragonfly and a wolf/eagle combination. Each form has deadly capabilities."

"Make the lizardfly first. Then the woleagle." Tarantulas programs both pods to the required specifications. He replaces the first Maximal program chip with a Predacon one.

The computer alert interrupts the Predacons.

"Tarantulas, report." 'Megatron' commands.

"It's the Maximal Fuzor. He's coming back."

"So it seems the Maximals acted as I predicted. Now, we can convince this Maximal to be on our side. Now you see why I let him go."

"Now matter how you twist his mind, he will always be a Maximal on the inside." Blackarachnia coldly leaks out.

"A wise statement. I will take the proper precaution Ms Arachnia. Rest assured, yes."

The Maximal Fuzor enters as he breathes heavily. "They didn't want me. They said I was a freak of nature. I came to see if you thought the same."

"Now, if I created you to be the way you are, why would I consider it unnatural?" Megatron responds.

"You created me?" The perplexed Fuzor states.

"I lended a helping hand or front claw as it were."

"Yeah, isn't being a Fuzor great or what! We can smash those junkbots twice as hard!" Quickstrike motions with his snake arm.

"It does have it's advantages. I have the ability to breathe underwater." Air Hammer adds.

"Not as useless as we thought." Megatron whispers to Tarantulas who nods in agreement. Megatron turns his attention back to Air Hammer. "Now, you will see the beauty of another Fuzor. Tarantulas, activate the pod."

Tarantulas presses the button on the pod.

"DNA replication and combination commencing." The pod's computer announces. The light engulfs the bridge then the hatch hisses open. A lizard begins to crawl out of the pod. Without warning, it buzzes out and flies above the surprised Maximal and Predacons.

"Sky Shadow, Terrorize!" The New Pred Fuzor transfigures into his robot form. "What have you done to me?" The Fuzor questions.

Megatron gives Tarantulas a stern look. "Perhaps it is from the genetic difference between an insect and reptile that lets him know." The Spidercon hypothesizes.

"You mean my form is unnatural?" Air Hammer asks with great growing anger.

"It depends on what you classify as natural. You see we Predacons don't care what form we take. As long as it benefits us towards our goals, we will take any manner of thing."

"I would like to digress. This form does feel unnatural to me. But, if it does further the goals of the Predacon Army then I guess I will have to live with my feelings." Sky Shadow looks at his form in disdain.

"Well said, yes." Megatron ignores the emotions of the Predacon Fuzor.

"So you purposefully manipulated my genetic structure to further your agenda." Air Hammer's tolerance is about to break again.

"Maximal, you are becoming bothersome with your self-loathing. You were the first of your kind and meant to be as useless. Now, since that's out of the bag. Quickstrike, Sky Shadow, test your new abilities on this enemy." The two Preds jump at the Maximal who dodges their attack.

The Maximal leaps for the other pod and activates it.

"No, I haven't replaced the personality chip yet!" Tarantulas yells. "DNA replication and combination complete." The Maximal and the Predacons take a step back and watch as the Fuzor bursts forth from the pod. The flying wolf provides an excellent distraction for Air Hammer.

"Maximal friend, we are enemy camp. Follow me!" Air Hammer begins to fly towards the exit.

"But, I haven't had time to properly intro--"

"COME ON!" The Hammerhead Hawk squeals with impatience.

"I am truly sorry. Perhaps at a later time." Silverbolt leaves with reluctance.

"Somebody shoot them!" Megatron yells in aggravation.

"He had nice manners." BlackArachnia says softly.

Megatron shakes his head vigorously and stomps off to his quarters.

"So they have two wimpbots and we have two great warriors!" Quickstrike tries to raise moral.

"Speak for yourself." Sky Shadow shoves the hyper Fuzor aside and leaves.

"Ah, who needs you! I smash all the Maximals by myself!" Quickstrike soon realizes he is by himself. "Bunch of deadbeats. They have no fun."

"It took some time for the other Maximals to get used to the Fuzor's presence. Airazor seemed to get along with them faster because of their bird halves. The Fuzors would have to travel to the region known as Egypt to stop the Quintessons from performing genetic experiments on an apelike creature. But that is another story best told by the Fuzors." Optimus Primal ends his report and walks towards where the Maximals are residing.