Friggin Intros

I Don’t own Beast Wars…… I DO OWN ALL THE CHARACTERS YOU HAVEN'T HEARD OF!!! ……And anything ELSE no one has heard of… Like The Tempus…And the spaghetti.

Nightraptor snorted and slowly opened his eyes expecting a nice view of the oceans and perhaps some nice white sand… only to come face to face with a loony cross eyed, extremely colorful THING!!!

Most widely known to humans as a sock puppet.

“GYAAH!!!” the raptor shrieked waking up immediately and leapt up, stepping back as he did- when his foot found only air- he lost balance and slammed head first into the soft sand.

Blitz-wing jumped onto the rock where his comrade had been sitting on laughing his head off mimicking Nightraptor’s expression with the colorful sock puppet he had on his left hand.

“THAT… was THE MOST… FUNNIEST face… I’ve EVER SEEN!!!!” The strange fusor managed between laughs.

Nightraptor’s eyes flashed and he transformed to his robot mode towering considerably over Blitz-wing, optics glowing a dangerous shade of ultraviolet. “Funny…? Oh, I’ll show YOU FUNNY… YOU SONUVA VENDING MACHINE!!!!”

All Blitz-wing had to say was; “Uh oh…”

Nightraptor fired his eye lasers just as Blitz-wing dodged just in time, the lasers narrowly missing his face, before he was sprinting down the beach at top speed towards The Tempus, laughing like a maniac, with Nightraptor hot on his heels; sword out, and ready to kick some sorry mad scientist’s skid plate.

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Not so far away…

Moonnight blinked and looked up distractedly from her work hearing the sound of laser fire and shouting from a distance away and seeing the usual Nightraptor-chase-Blitz-wing scene. The leopardess turned to Demona who’d also looked up from her work and was raising an eyebrow at the two adversaries.

“What do you find in him?” Moonnight asked calmly in her usual English accent.

Demona turned and shrugged. “Nightraptor? I dunno, in the first place I thought he had a cute butt.”

Moonnight sighed and returned to her work muttering under her breath about ‘weird selections’.

Demona frowned and looked up once again. “Has anyone seen Silveredge and Blizzard around?”

* * * * *

Rattrap raised an eye ridge at the scene below him. He was crouched at the edge of the cliff spying on the newcomers hidden behind roots of some salt-loving beach plant.

~“Rattrap? What’s going on?”~ Optimus asked through the comlink followed closely by a whole load of static.

“Seems like Chopper face numero trios just got woken up by the crazy green guy who has a sock puppet on his hand… lizard lips is tryin’ tah blast small green dude… an’ da ship is goin’ through some revamping…”

“And the Maximal lab-rat is about to become dinner if he doesn’t leave this place.” Said a raspy voice from behind Rattrap that sent tingles up his ‘spine’.

Rattrap quickly spun around transforming and holding a gun in front of him. “HOLY SLAG—!!!”

“Dinuva, Maximize!!”

Dinuva stood there calmly with a long, silver two-edged blade held at his side. “Leave… NOW, or you WILL suffer!” He hissed, crimson optics having a slight shade of green to them.

~“ RATTRAP! Wha-?”~ The question of the Maximal commander was cut short by static.

“What makes you think that I m gonna leave without a good fight eh? Lizard-face!” Rattrap began.

“Me, Nagra, Terrorize!!!” A tall ‘bot stepped out of the bushes behind Dinuva, two golden daggers drawn and the single tube lining the center of each dagger swirled a venomous green of cyber-venom.

Nagra, was nearly as tall TM2 Dinobot, almost totally emerald or peacock green in coloring apart from the dashes of gold, bronze, or black, his scaly face was triangle shaped hooded by his beast mode’s black and green hood his chin covered by a spiked chin guard; his slanted optics were a bright glassy amber color underlined by streaked of black leading from his eyes and ending at his jaw line. His nose was slightly down-turned and his eyebrows were covered by the beginning of his hood from the middle of his forehead.

The serpent had a broad golden chest and large scaly, bronze shoulder plates, his arms were covered in scales as were his whole body, his hands ended in five black talons that glistened in the sunlight, his beast mode tail was swinging back-and-forth around his two taloned foot.

Red spikes ran down his back ending near the end of his long tail, beginning at the base of his head.

Nagra hissed warningly, his hood was spread to its fullest. “Last chance, vermin. Go.”

Rattrap backed off slowly holding his gun out in front of him. He didn’t know why but, his optics locked on with Dinuva’s and he hesitated; he’d seen those from somewhere.

Nagra hissed and lunged forwards slamming his dagger into the tree behind Rattrap, startling the rat out of his daze and causing him to yelp before running off as if his life depended on it… which Rattrap probably thought it did.

Nagra pulled out his dagger and turned back to a puzzled and slightly frustrated looking Dinuva. “And to think that they’d prefer peace over violence. Humph! Just a whole load of bull they talk about. No pun intended of course… Dinuva?”

Dinuva snapped out of his trance and looked at Nagra shaking his head. “Perhaps he’s just a trouble-maker… smells like he is one too.” The raptor snorted and transformed to his beast mode curling his lips back in disgust.

“Trust me, I have it worse. I KNOW what he’s been through… the nearest recycling bin… AND some other places you DON’T want to know about!” Nagra hissed and also beast moded quickly slithering away on their patrol rout.

Dinuva turned to go but glanced back trying to figure out where he’d seen the Maximal before, then snorted once again and shaking it off before following his patrolling partner…

* * * * *

“…Skid-plate kisser.”

“Green lawnmower.”

“Eh? Half-daughter of a salad shooter.”

“Ouch… Mutated sonuva toothbrush.”

“Freak screw-up of V Sigma!” Blitz-wing countered victoriously making his sock puppet do a Cancan dance.

“TOILET BRUSH!!!” Nightraptor snapped back.

Blitz-wing flinched. “Ouch man, ouch! I surrender!” The scientist took out a white flag from his sub-space and waved it around with his sock-puppet hand while wearing a mock hurt look.

Nightraptor rolled his optics and slumped back into the sofa, chugging down a cup of energon. “Whatever.”

* * * * *

Nagra looked back at Dinuva who was wearing a troubled expression on his face and paused. “Want to talk about it?” He hissed choosing his words carefully. Though he’d met the saurian only recently he knew better than to force information out of his comrade.

Dinuva sighed heavily and looked up to the calm amber eyes of the giant serpent. “I don’t know if I could.” He muttered. “Even if I’d wanted to I can’t really remember who I was in my past.”

Nagra flicked his tongue out tasting the air for danger before answering. “DO you want to remember?” He asked quietly.

“Most of me yes. But…” Dinuva trailed off.

“You feel doubt; maybe your past is terrible and you think that it is better left alone, maybe something terrible from your past might catch up with you if you can’t run away fast enough… All the ‘What ifs’ that could happen if your past comes back to you.” The snake finished, his snake face didn’t allow any emotions to show so his bright eyes showed them instead. “But you can’t decide that can you? Fate MIGHT give back your memories but then… YOU have to choose which life you want to live; the past or the present.”

The golden and brown colored raptor raised an eyebrow at Nagra. “You seem to know a lot about how it feels like.”

Nagra did a snake’s equivalent of a smirk, opening his jaws a little displaying pearly white needle shaped teeth. “We have more in common than you think.” The snake replied before continuing on with his patrol, the raptor following close behind.

An uncomfortable silence filled the space.

“So you were resurrected too, huh?” Dinuva asked cautiously.

That hit a nerve, the raptor knew immediately because Nagra stopped.

Once again there was silence.

“Yes.” Nagra said slowly.

Dinuva nodded and the two continued without saying another word.

* * * * *

Blizzard sighed and stretched as she walked out of the cage in robot mode flapping her stiff wings.

The femme turned back to the unconscious Depth Charge who was lying sprawled across the floor…

Okay so she felt guilty about leaving this place while having to hurt someone on the way out. With that in mind she took out a small pack of white sticky notes and wrote on one with her laser pen before kneeling down sticking it on Depth Charge’s right wing.

The fusor smiled softly before placing a kiss on the ray’s cheek and standing. “Primus bless your spark.” She said before slipping out of the room.

Woohoo for the friggin spring break… I love spring. ……. HA. Send Comments to aka_lotti@hotmail.com