Back at the Uraya, B'Boom watches as Cybershark and Armordillo install the last of the automated defense turrets arund the base.

 

"There." says Armordillo, locking the final weapon into place. "With these auto-guns posted all around the Uraya, no Predacon within 5 clicks will be able to sneak up on us." He picks up a rock, hits a control on the gun, and throws the rock up into the air. The weapon automatically locks onto the stone and instantly blasts it into dust with a single shot.

 

"Very impressive." Says B'Boom, nodding in approval.

 

His attention shifts to Snarl and Razorbeast rushing in and transforming. Snarl is the first to speak.

 

"We've got problems, Boss..."

 

 

 

...As B'Boom finishes listening to Razorbeast and Snarl's report, his demeanor shifts from comfortable to concerned.

 

"The Predacons already outnumber us." he says. "If they find those stasis pods before we do, they can eventually overwhelm us."

 

"then we must find them first." Says Bonescrusher, clenching his fists. "Bolster our ranks and even the odds."

 

"I agree Sir." Adds Wolfang. "We can't let Sandstorm get his hands on those protoforms."

 

B'Boom reaches behind his back and removes his rifle. "And we won't. Bonecrusher, Wolfang, Snarl: you're with me. Razorbeast: you, Cybershark and Armordillo stay here and guard the base. Try to get the sensor grids online and scan for Maximal protoforms."

 

"Will do, Sir." replies Razorbeast. He follows Cybershark and Armordillo into the base.

 

B'Boom turns back to his soldiers. "Can you and Snarl track the Predacons, Wolfang?" he asks.

 

"There isn't a Predacon that's come online that we can't track, Sir." replies Wolfang, transforming to his wolf form. the rest follow with their beast forms, and Snarl and Wolfang lead the way into the jungle...

OMG, I love this story. I wish their was new BW series just like this.

heh. thanks again man. Wait for the next one...

 

*creepy music plays*

Transquito, mad of his leaders Double-crossing action, takes another idea. If the MAximal ship, the Axalon, was with Megs' ship, and it's here......Then lets take a few Maxamals, pluck a few strings, and create even more Predacons.

 

he takes off towards the far-side of the volcano, to find out if he's right. only to be grabbed by Laserbeak and pulled back on track.

 

"Where do you think YOUR going? Snapped LaserbeaK."Disgracing Sandstorm by leaving?"

 

"You know me better than that! I'll Give what's for if we weren't busy! Drop your rank so hard it'll shatter you.!'

I want to see the Maximals crushed as much as you do. I just had a thought of how to do it.

 

(TRANSQUITO) in a low tone-''GRRRRRRRR"

 

Ah. I see. Well share it with the group next time you get a logical Idea! Oh wait. you can't share thoughts then, can you? because your ideas arn't logical!!!!!!!!

 

"Calm yourself and focus you youg-guns!" shouted insecticon from below "How do you think Megatron would feel if he sees you too babbleing like that

 

(Transquito,Laserbeak) in a low tone-''GRRRRRRRR"

It is night time as Snapper and Drillbit shuffle through the foliage of the jungle floor into a canyon. Among the vine-covered walls are various pieces of labratory equipment: lasers... scalpels... test tubes... energon processing canisters... and huddled in a corner are six protoform pods. All but two have been forced open, their occupants gone. The two Predacons look over the still-functioning protoforms, and grin at each other.

 

"These two are still active." Says Drillbit.

 

"Let's get them back to Sandstorm." replies Snapper, transforming to turtle form.

 

"Now wouldn't you be just a tad bit faster in bot mode?" Asks Drillbit sarcastically.

 

"Just because I'm a turtle doesn't mean I'm slow."

 

Drillbit ties one of the protoforms on his partner's back, and a pair of jet boosters extend from beneath him.

 

"try to keep up." Snapper quips as he blasts off through the jungle at high speeds. Drillbit sighs heavily, cursing under his breath as he drags the second protoform behind him...

 

 

Hours later, Wolfang and Snarl lead B'Boom and Bonecrusher into the abandoned canyon, each reverting to their robot modes and scanning the area for Predacons.

 

"The 'Cons have been here alright." Reports Snarl. He looks to Wolfnag, who is running his black fingers through the dirt, his fingertip sensors checking for signs.

 

"They left several breems ago, Sir." Woplfang adds, standing up and surveying the equipment. They took something with them. Something heavy.

 

"Like a stasis pod or two?"

 

The team turns to see Bonecrusher standing at the set of stasis pods, opening the doors and peering inside. B'Boom joins him.

 

"Are there any left?" he asks.

 

"No Sir. These four have been offline for sometime. My guess is that Megatron's experiments failed with these four."

 

"And what of the remaining two?" Asks Snarl.

 

"It seems the Predacons have two new allies on the way." Concludes Wolfang. "They will likely reformat them and add to their numbers."

 

Bonecrusher's temper flares once more, and he smashes a table with his fist. "SLAG IT!!!" He curses.

 

"Do not do that." A voice whispers.

 

The Maximals go on alert, all drawing their weapons and getting into a defensive circle.

 

"Whose out there?!" Calls out B'Boom. "State your business!"

 

"Leave... Now." Another voice whispers, sounding even closer.

 

 

"Why? Who's out there?" Demands Wolfang, scanning the jungle for targets.

 

"...This is our territory... You are unwelcome..." A third voice growls.

 

"Who are you?! Whose territory is this?!" Demands B'Boom.

 

"...GET OUT!" A voice blares. A blast erupts from the jungle, hitting B'Boom in the shoulder! Wolfang ducks as another almost takes his head off! Snarl leaps aside as another weapon blasts a hole in the ground where once stood!

 

"Fire at will!" B'Boom orders, blasting in all directions.

 

The Maximals fire wildly in the directions of the weapon fire.

 

"Who are these guys?!" Shouts Snarl over the weaponsfire. "Predacons?!"

 

"No." Shouts Wolfang, blocking a blast with his shield. "Their voice patterns differ from any of the Predacons we've encountered." He fires a shot into the trees.

 

"Aaah!" A body falls from the tree, landing with a clank on a pile of rocks.

 

"Cease fire!" Shouts B'Boom. The Maximals stop their assault, as do their unseen foes.

"Check him for injuries." Orders B'boom to Wolfang. The Maximal holds up his shield and sidesteps over to the fallen attacker. He kneels down, his shield everready to block an attack. His visual sensors are at their maximum, and he sees no other enemies. He scans the unconscious attacker: a young transformer with black, gold, and red coloring. He appears almost apelike in appearance.

 

"Commander! He's a Maximal!" Shouts Wolfang.

 

B'Boom slowly walks over to Wolfang's position. Bonecrusher follows, with Snarl a few paces behind.

 

As Snarl looks to his side for any threats, he feels the cold metal of a blade on his throat. He slowly turns to see two deep green eyes glowing back at him. "Commander..."

 

Bonecrusher and B'Boom whirl to find a batlike Maximal with an armblade at their comrades throat. His body is half-covered with fur, while the other half is metal, his armor gleaming in the subtle moonlight of the jungle. He cowers behind Snarl as he hisses: "Harm him and your friend is scrap."

Fantastic, this story is getting better and better.

 

I just found an mistake "hlf-covered".

Forced open.........from which side of the hinge/door?

"Wait!" Exclaims B'Boom, putting his hand up. "Don't hurt him. We don't mean you any harm-"

 

Another Maximal -this one a blend of purple, silver, and gray- drops out of another tree aiming a menacing-looking energy weapon.

 

“You attacked us!� The Maximal growls.

 

“We were defending ourselves!� Bonecrusher counters.

 

“Stand down Bonecrusher.� B’Boom orders. “We’re the intruders here.�

 

The Maximal holding Snarl glares at his prisoner, his visual sensors -heightened to amazing levels by a sonar-like ability he inherited from his beast form- scan Snarl’s body inside and out. He snaps his head toward the Maximal with the weapon.

 

“Ramulus! He is Maximal!� He exclaims.

 

His statement draws a gasp from the Maximal. “Maximals? I thought we were the only ones… Are you sure, Sonar?�

 

“Positive. I can see their sparks from here. They’re Maximal.� He releases Snarl, and his blades retract into his arms.

 

Snarl looks at his former captor, whose fierce features suddenly show signs of regret and restraint.

 

“I’m… sorry… if I damaged you.� He apologizes.

 

"Think nothing of it." Snarl replies.

 

The one called Ramulus lowers his weapon. “My apologies, comrades. We were under the assumption that we were the only ones left down here.� He puts forth his free hand, and B’Boom takes it.

 

“I’m B‘Boom.� He says, putting his weapon away. “My associates here are my weapons officer Bonecrusher… my helmsman Snarl, and my Second-in-Command Wolfang.�

 

“Can you help Optimus?� Asks Sonar.

 

The question raises a glance from Wolfang, checking the smaller Maximal’s injuries. “Pardon?�

 

“Optimus Minor.� Ramulus clarifies. “Our scout.�

 

B’Boom and his group gather around Ramulus as he explains:

“We’re what‘s left of Megatron‘s Transmetal 2 experiments. Minor gets his name from the fact that he was supposed to be a clone of Optimus Primal. It was a failed attempt needless to say. We escaped his mental hold on us and discovered our Maximal origins. After the loss of Dinobot and his initial beliefs that our sparks were too weak from the process to survive, he chalked us up as escaped scrap and forgot about us. As you can see, we didn’t expire. We survived. We regained our strength, prepared, and planned to rendezvous with Optimus Primal and join his team… but then there was the Ark incident…�

 

“The Ark?� Asks B’Boom. “Where’s Optimus and the rest of the crew?�

 

“Gone. They left a few weeks back. We couldn’t find their new base in time… We were left behind… We’ve been here ever since… Hoping…�

 

“Well your prayers are answered.� Says B’Boom, placing his hand on Ramulus’ shoulder. “We have a ship; it’s a bit ransacked at the moment, but our engineers are working to get her space-worthy again.�

 

“What of your repair facilities? Can we repair Minor?� Asks Sonar, kneeling beside Minor and Wolfang.

 

“Our CR chamber is functioning.� offers Wolfang. “He should be fine once we get him to the Uraya.�

 

“Uraya…� Sonar echoes. “I was originally from the Uraya Providence on Cybertron…�

 

“Hopefully you will get to see it very soon my friend.� Says Snarl, placing his arm on Sonar’s shoulder.

 

The Maximal’s head snaps up, peering into the jungle. Sounds… visions… voices… an actual picture in his mind of what lies a few kilometers away plays back in his databanks: a group of Predacons, moving toward them, at high speeds… from the ground and from the air.

 

“Predacons! I sense them! They’re coming!�

Excellent job with the story, Magnus. Keep it up.