The full moon was shining in through the open portal, casting its ghostly light on the face of a lone Predacon. She returned the blank stare, absent-mindedly scanning the outside country. Occasionally her eyes would flit to the sky, as if in unconscious hope, or even anticipation. But she was almost reflexively trained to ignore such moments. She was a warrior, after all. To allow distraction was to invite failure and defeat.

Far away, a lone Maximal soared through the night, hearing only the sound of the wind whistling through his ears and his dorsal feathers. He often returned to the night sky lately, though he was not sure exactly why. He would not say that he had been drawn there; rather, that he was merely restless. Or, were he to be more honest with himself, discontent. He had been ever since he had first encountered her.

Eventually she turned from the portal and laid down. She had been doing the same thing for the past three weeks by now; a part of her felt that this was beginning to get out of hand. She held a sneaking suspicion that Tarantulas' programming had been faulty; that perhaps something had been overlooked when she had been reprogrammed to be a Predacon. Reprogrammed... the very thought that she had once been a Maximal caused her to feel a deep revulsion. It didn't matter what she had once been; all she cared about now was retaining her identity.... And yet she wondered at times who she really was.

He had been feeling much the same way for some time himself. Ever since he emerged from that stasis pod, devoid of any memories of who or what he had once been, a part of him had felt ill-at-ease. He had once convinced himself that he was a Predacon, but that hadn't lasted very long. He knew he was more than that. He was noble, he believed in doing what was right. And yet what he had been allowing himself to contemplate... could he really bring himself to defect from the Maximals, to change his allegiance, just for ...her? No, of course not. He could never allow that. And yet, he knew that he must somehow be with her.

She silently transformed and slipped out of the base. She had no plan, only a feeling that this was what she must do.

He soared higher and higher as he flew, perhaps not unconsciously, closer to the edge of the Predacons' territory.

The moon lit up the ground before them, as they both approached their unintended destination.

Awesome

But you neglected to even mention the giant ghetto booty

Cool!

So when do they get it on??

this is Beast Wars, so she's still got a tight little ass

but I don't want to get ahead of myself


when the time is right

Madhammer writing a fanfic=shattering of I.S.T.'s world view.

Now i'm gonna go read it. I just wanted to get that out of the way first.

edit: o.k., that was awesome and stuff.

I like how the character development is coming along as the yearning from Black Arachnia's loins grows greater every minute.

The trees were barren in this sector. They struggled to maintain their existence in the shadow of the nearby volcano... sometimes unsuccessfully. A dark shape scuttled beneath them, while a shadow crossed the moon overhead.

It was a game they played. Neither one had acknowledged it, not even to themselves. But yet they played, night after night. Every time they could feel themselves drawing closer to each other... slightly, slowly... gradually.

This is madness, he thought to himself. He didn't belong out here. He had no business thinking... those thoughts. And yet he had heard that she was once one of them. Perhaps there was hope. Though he was one of them as well, and he felt like a child among adults. He knew nothing of himself prior to his re-awakening. But she knew. She would know what it felt like. She would understand.

I must be insane, she muttered to herself. She had given up the pretense that she didn't know what she was doing. This frustrated her. She had always been good at hiding her feelings... well, at least from the others. But then she didn't trust them one bit. Of course... could he be trusted either? She had heard stories about the Maximals. About how their noble-sounding words were merely a smokescreen for their true intentions. After all, they were the ones in charge. The Predacons were the underdogs; they only wanted to be free and equal....

And to kill as many Maximals as they could, she found herself thinking. The thought had entered her mind unbidden, instinctively. Tarantulas' programming, no doubt. And once again she felt the uncomfortable sensation that she was not quite acting of her own free will. But, she told herself, look what you're doing now. This is not what Predacons do. Well, Megatron would certainly disapprove. Although, was treachery not part of the Predacon way?

Can she be trusted? She is, after all, a Predacon. He wrestled with his doubts, which intensified as he gradually started to circle lower above the dead trees. What are we but the choices we make?, he thought. Does she have a choice? But surely she must be capable of feeling something authentic... something real... He knew she was here. He knew she had come here every night, just as he had. Was that itself not evidence that she was more than a mere Predacon, more than a mere enemy to be defeated?

She looked up and saw him for the first time. Immediately she slunk back into the shadow of a larger tree, though her eyes remained focused on him. She watched him glide through the air... admiring how naturally graceful he could be. Too bad he's not as smooth of a talker, she thought. Uggh. Thoughts like that would lead to nothing but trouble.

He caught a glimpse of something moving below. You should turn around and go back... now. But he could not. Despite the danger, despite the betrayal that this might represent to Optimus and the others... he had to do it. He had no choice. They didn't understand. How could they? They had lives back on Cybertron. All he had had was a few short months on a strange planet, thrust into a situation he did not fully understand. They had friends, loved ones... what did he have...

She would understand. She would know what it felt like.

She had to.

He circled lower and touched down at the edge of the trees.

2  The suspense...

I like how she's trying to resist the programming and look at things objectively.

Wow, Transformers hasn't given me that kind of wood since this...

and they fucked like rabbits THE END

 

in 200 years, kids won't be reading shakespear in school.  they'll be reading Madhammer.

One can only hope.

Good.  Shakespeare sucks.  This rules with a mighty rulingness.

So when is the sequel coming?

"So when are we going to do this again?"

She said it casually, as though she didn't care. Honestly, part of her didn't care at all. Part of her wanted to blow his head off and be done with it. But she couldn't stop her voice from faltering slightly as the words came out.

"I... don't know. I suppose we shouldn't even be here."

"But here we are anyway... But, if you'd rather fly home to your Maximal pals, then... well, you better go ahead and do it before I change my mind about you."

"Blackarachnia, no -- I -- I did not mean to insult you. I am merely... concerned for your future."

"My future?"

"Our future."

"Now just a minute, bowser boy. Don't get any ideas in your head about us -- about me. I've been indulging you for a while now, but if you think this is something serious, then you've got faulty wiring."

"But... Blackarachnia... I had believed that--"

"Look. This is fun and all, but it's not going to work out. You need to realize that. The sooner you do, the happier we'll both be."

"You mean that... this... is all... does our love mean nothing to you?"

"Uggh! Who said anything about love? Look, this is what we do. We sneak out at night, I spread my legs, you howl for a while, we go home. End of story!"

"That is so... so crude. Surely it is more to you than mere..."

"Well, it isn't. And it wasn't my idea to let you discharge your dirty mech fluid all over my chest. I don't know where you got that from."

"If I offended you, then I must apologize. I was merely caught up in the passion of the moment, and felt it would be ...best."

"I guess it was 'best' for you to bend me over a tree stump and ram my exit port too, huh?"

"My love, please... it is vulgar to speak of our acts of love in such a callous manner. And as I recall, you were only too eager to use that large tree branch on me."

"Yeah, but that was only because you were asking for it! For a guy who's only been around for a few months, you sure do know a few strange things."

"I admit, I do not know what is... proper, but I will certainly confess to being utterly motivated by love for you, and nothing more."

"You know, you really are something. I might not be an expert on 'love', but I'm pretty sure that they don't do it on Cybertron in their beast modes! Do you have any idea how that thing feels? I'm a spider, you know, not a mammal. I don't have a... whatever it is I'm supposed to have for that thing to go in."

"Your mouth was sufficient."

"Uggh! I should have known this was a mistake from the beginning. Glad you had fun, Maximal, but I'm going home. My home."

She got up and turned to walk away.

"Blackarachnia, wait! Surely..."

She paused.

"Surely... this need not be the end."

Silence.

"Okay. Fine." She tried to sound angry. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow night."

I am deeply moved.

That was better than any Danielle Steel book ever made.