Cyber Dreams

A Ranma 1/2 and Beasties/Beast Machines Transformers Fusion

written by Shaun Garin

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Cheese Lips....

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Time Log 4 : A Dino�s Musings

�The hell�s with old Dinobutt there?� Quickstrike asked, 
jabbing a hand to the Predicon who mused, meditating 
with his sword upright.

�The hell should I know?� Scorpinok said, shrugging his
shoulders. �You ask him.�

�I�d rather eat cold slag than ask him that question. You 
ask him.�

�No you.�

�You.�

�You!�

�YOU!�

�YOU!!!�

�SHUT UP YOU FOOLS!� Dinobot snarled into their 
faces. The pair of moronic Predicons backed away as he 
returned to his meditation.

Dinobot made one of his trademark snarls as he grabbed 
a dark brown cloak at his side.... and stopped, looking at 
it. The cloak was stained with ancient mud, the mud 
crusty, coating most of the surface of the brown ragged 
cloth.

�So.... I have returned,� he mused, �But for what?� he 
asked himself. Taking up the cloak, he wrapped it around 
himself, revelling in the memories this had brought back. 
Sneaking up on the stupid camera gun, punching it�s 
lights out, he could remember everything in prime detail.

The brown also brought back memories. Of Rhinox, and 
ultimately, of the rest of Maximals. The quickster Cheetor, 
Rattrap, the vile vermin he secretly called his friend. The
galant leader, Optimus Prime, fighting for a world not of 
his own. The cool headed Rhinox. The passonate Silverbolt 
and his consort, the sneaky, underhanded Black Arachnia. 
Tigatron, the most engmatic one of them all with Airrazor, the
one he loved and died with. He sighed and took off the cloak. 
Somehow, Decepticons did not have the same once proud 
legacy the Predicons had deemed to carry.

The Megatron of the future was a power hungry insane
fool who would lead his troops into the pits of hell if only 
to conqour hell itself. The gluttonous Tarantulas with his
schemes, underhanded tricks and disgusting appitite was 
no better. The moronic duo of Quickstrike with his annoying 
Texan accent and the simplemindedness of Scorpinok. How 
he wished for the presence of the laughable Waspinator or 
even the blindly loyal Inferno. Even they would be more 
preferable to the disgusting trio he was brought back with.

And yet.... the Maximals. Though small in number, not to
mention really small in comparion to the gargantuan 
Optimus Prime of today, were a close knit group, but well 
open minded. Perhaps, they had what he was looking for. 
But how did they arrive in this era? Had some new twist 
of fate thrown them back to earth after returning to 
Cybertron?

�What is my purpose?� he asked himself, standing and
sheathing his sword. �Is it to live and die one time after
another? Or is it something even much more than that..... a
power that trancends time... a oriacle of fate which divides
the warriors from the murderers? I must know.� With that,
he stalked out of his room, out of his base, transformed
and started to charge towards Nerima.

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�Has it been so long?� Dinobot mused to himself. He had
taken a long trenchcoat, a scarf and fedora that hid his
imposing size. The hands were not something he could
hide on his own, so he stuffed them into the pockets of the
coat. �Humans, though nowhere as nearly advanced in
2000 AD, have advanced through the help of the Autobots.
Even here, in Tokyo, things have the hallmark of the
Autobots.�

Just then, a frizbee landed at his feet. Dinobot looked down
at it and picked it up. �Hey mister!� a kid called. �Can you
throw that back?�

Dinobot tossed it gently as it sailed over to the kid who
caught it. �Thanks!� he called back.

�Even children seem happy here,� Dinobot said to himself.
�But where does my existance begin and end?�

After hours of mindlessly walking the streets of Nerima,
Dinobot felt the pangs of hunger, something that while
unnessasary, served as a warning that his energy level
was decreasing. Pulling out a wad of cash given to him
after helping a truck driver unload his truck, he walked
into the nearest resturant... and stopped short.

�Do my eyes decieve me?� he mummured. �Or is that the
Vermin before me? No, merely a female copy of the
Vermin. Though,� he snorted, �it will be good company
for a while.�

�Hello stranger,� Ukyou greeted from the grill. �Welcome
to the Cyber Cafe. What would ya like to have sugar?�

�Three of your delux specials,� Dinobot rumbled from
beneath the high collar of the trenchcoat.

�Uh huh, and would you like some photonic energy
while you�re at it Pred?� she asked, pulling her gun that
looked so much like Rattrap�s gun, Dinobot almost felt
at home. The same facial expression on her red optics
made him remember similar times when this had happened
several times before.

�I am not here to fight, merely to eat.� He dropped the
wad of cash on the counter. �Use that, take it all. Just
give food Vermin.�

�Vermin!� The way she cocked her head and the angry
expression made her look so much like Rattrap, Dinobot
wondered who was conspiring against him to remind him
of all these things. �Okay sugar, you�ll get your food as
long as that cash is good.�

�It is good enough,� Dinobot said, loosing his scarf that
hid most of his face.

�Here,� Ukyou said, dropping the food before him.

Dinobot ate in silence for a while. Then, he asked without
looking up, �I did not agree with the methods the had
used for the battle.� He snarled in disgust. �A Battle must
be an honorable one.�

�Sheah right, like you Pred�s have got any honor.� Ukyou
mocked as she finished prepping the table for the rest of
the orders.

�My honor is not the same as yours. While you go by
the peaceful tenants of the Maximals, my honor is
Predicon Honor. We thrive on battle, but when battle 
moves into slaughter, then....� His expression moved into
a haunted look as he remembered the slaughter Megatron
had ordered on the first humans. �It becomes nothing but
an instrument of murder.�

�Strange, a Pred saying he�s concerned about Honor.�

�Do not mock me woman!� he snarled, pounding the table
hard enough so that the countertop jumped. �We come
from two different worlds, but I know battle.... and what
they did to you... was not battle at all.� He snarled again
and then snapped down the food. Then, grabbing the
fedora from the counter, he dropped the rest of his money
onto the table. �Here is a tip for exceptional quality food.�

As Dinobot left, Ukyou scooped up the money and rang
it into the register, all the while thinking about what
Dinobot had said.

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�Hey Prichan.... can I ask you something?�

Ranma nodded as he closed up the shop for the night. �Go 
ahead.�

Ukyou shuffled a bit. �Dinobot came in today. He seemed 
a bit haunted by his actions that made me like this.�

Ranma poured two cups of tea and sat Ukyou down,
handing the cup to her. �Go on,� he said.

�He seems... actually regretful that I had to be fused actually.
He was talking about honor, glory, and I could see a pain
through all of that.� Ukyou sipped her tea. �I don�t know,
maybe I�m just over reacting.�

�Even Preds can change,� Ranma said finally after a long
pause. �Dinobot, if he were to switch sides, then yes, I 
would say he could.�

�Okay, thanks Prichan, I just wanted to know.�

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Dinobot wandered the dence forest outside Nerima aimlessly.
Many creatures indiginous to the forest scurried about as
he looked around. It was dark, but soothing. Like a night for
a hunt. �The forest is alive tonight, full of animals. And yet,
not one of them seems to be alive in any way possible.�

�Why do you doubt your sences?� a voice asked from the
canopy of tree tops.

�You don�t believe your existance?� came another.

�He was always irrational at times,� this one, smark alecky
tones in the voice.
�SHOW YOURSELF!� Dinobot shouted to the heavens.

�Tell us, why do you doubt your existance?� came another.

�Is it because you are afraid?� this one, female, low toned.

�A Warrior is not afraid of anything!� Dinobot shot a few
blasts into the treetops, leaves falling down around him.

�Or is it because you want to know what you are truely
capable of?� The voice was right behind him. Dinobot
grabbed his sword, spun.... and there stood a five meter
tall ape, brown fur, strange metal rings along his body and
a wise expression of peace.

�Hello Dinobot, it�s been a long time.�

�Optimus!� Dinobot exclaimed, dropping his sword.

�He was always a bit thickheaded,� the smark aleck voice
said, walking out of the bushes on all fours. This one, a
long rodent with the same strange metal and flesh mix to it.
�Hey Dinobutt.�

�Cut it out Rattrap, it�s been a long time since he�s seen all
of us.� A cheetah, long limbed with the same metal and flesh
mix patterning it�s body.

�So this is the famous Dinobot,� a voice came from above.
Dinobot looked up and saw a Technoganic Bat hanging
upside down, peering at him. �Not bad, for an old style.�
�Shut up you.� A spider with very long legs walked out of
the bushes with an eagle following beside her. �You were
the same before getting reformatted.�

�I do not understand,� Dinobot said, addressing Optimus.
�What has happened to you?�

Optimus chuckled. �This is the final evolution of Cybertron.
Technoganics. A balance between organic and technology.�

�And Transforming is a pain in the rear,� Rattrap said, 
walking up to him. �You have to learn how to Transform.�

�Onboard computers are a thing of the past now actually,�
Cheetor said, walking up to him and sitting down on his
haunches. �You get used to it.�

�I do not understand. I thought you all to be on Cybertron.�

�We are. Try not to think about it Dinobot, it�s even far
beyond what we can understand.� Silverbolt shook his head.

�The fact is, is that we�re here now, and someone is giving
you another chance.�

�Another chance... to do what exactly?�

�You have a choice. Stay as you are now... or be reformatted.�
Optimus shrugged. �It is your choice. If you do take this
choice, you can reformat the rest of the Maximals on earth.
All metal or all organics is not a good thing Dinobot. Your
mind can shatter, just like Megatron.�

�What... happened?� Dinobot asked.

�Megs went totally loopy,� Rattrap said. �He wanted to wipe 
all organics off the face of Cybertron when he found out that 
Cybertron has an organic core to it. It... wasn�t pretty at all.�

�Optimus sacrified himself to stop Megatron. The reason he
is here is still unknown to us.� Black Arachnia shrugged.

�But as far as we can tell, somehow, we can speak to you
now, tell you what has happened.� Silverbolt said.

�I see.... and what of the Bat up there?�

�My name is Nightscream.�

�He was the first Cybertronian to discover the fossils of
animals down in the depths of Cybertron�s core,� Optimus
said. �Our time grows short, you must make a decision
quickly.�

�Wait! What of Rhinox?�

�Rhinox... went a bit loopy as well,� Rattrap said, thinking of
his old friend. �He�s rejoined the Matrix.�

�I see... well, far be it from me to refuse such a gift. You have
my permission.�

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�Where�s that no good snake skined lizard?� Quickstrike
grumbled to himself. �He�s got watch tonight.�

�I�m right here,� Dinobot said.

�Finally. You know, you owe me big dinobutt! ERK!� 
Suddenly, Quickstrike was grabbed by the neck and hauled 
up to Dinobot�s face. The Raptor Transformer snarled.

�I no longer answer to you,� he snarled. �Tell Tarantulas 
that he can get another lackey.� With that, the Raptor 
stalked away.

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�The lost Art of Transforming,� Dinobot said to himself.
He looked reltively the same but a brown and green mix
of cybernetics and organics. He perched atop a rock as
he stared out into the night skies. �No mere transformation
code may be used anymore. I must... feel the warrior with
me to come out.�

Dinobot divulged deep into his psyche and then, found
what he was looking for. �I... am.... Transformed.�

Energy played across his body as his body stood fully
upright and finished his transformation.

From the large metal robot stood a mix. He was about the
size of a tall human, with long slender arms in brown and
green. His patterning was much like a ninja�s outfit as his
face took on a more organic caste, a metal bandana
running down the nape of his neck. Dinobot opened his
eyes and nodded in appreciation. �This.... I like.� He then
cast a glance towards the city before him. �This city, is
now my protectorate. Like a ninja, I stalk the shadows in
search for the one who can answer the question I long for.
What is my purpose being here? And why?� Dinobot then
launched himself into the air with a tremendous bound as
he sped off into the night.

�I am a Warrior,� he uttered, revelling in his new sences.
�I will find my purpose for existing.�

Fins Chapter 4