Transformers Prime react to Beast Machines: Transformers

The Reformatting

"I know." Primal sighed. "I can't transform either." He then suggested "Now we just have to keep moving!"

But Rattrap backed down out of cowardice. "OH no! No way this rat's deserting this titanium-reinforced ship!"

Arcee sneered "Don't be a coward, grand-nephew! Just keep moving! That ship's not gonna last long against those drones!"

"Weird how Arcee talks to her grand-nephew, Smoke." Bumblebee whispered.

"I know." Smokescreen agreed.

But Arcee overheard them and smashed their heads together.

Just when they believe they were safe, the drones pursuing them saw that they were now exposed and focused their fire on heavier shots. Seeing them, Primal grabbed Rattrap, jumped off the train car as the drones obliterated it in a barrage of heavy ion fire.

Running for their lives, Rattrap tried to transform, yet he still couldn't, even he tried the Maximal activation code.

"This way!" Primal pointed out as he and Rattrap turned left only to run to a dead end.

With only one drone catching up to them, Rattrap tried the Maximal activation code again, but he still could not transform. But he did witness a shadow of a certain cheetah Maximal lurking above the drone. It's Cheetor and he jumped in the drone blocking it's eyes, causing it to misfire inaccurately.

"Cheetor!"

Rattrap chortled and praised "Nice timing, Spots!"

The Autobots cheered, Prime was likely happy much than most.

Cheetor struggled "Move it or lose it guys! I can't keep playing Flying Mantis with this drone bot forever!" until he saw more drones taking aim at him, which he jumped off, causing the nearby drone to instead destroy it's companion instead.

"Friendly fire is certainly tolerated amongst these drones." Cliffjumper punned.

"Still not funny, Cliff." Arcee pointed out.

Cliffjumper pouted.

"Hey, you just slagged your own guy! That's knee-deep cold!" Cheetor dodged another bolt of ion at him.

"I don't think they care, Cheetor." Ironhide pointed out.

"Especially when they don't seem to talk so much." Skyquake quipped next.

As soon as the drones transform to their own Robot Forms, Rattrap stepped in front of them and taunted "Hey! Hey you, rust for brains! Yeah you, I'm talking to ya!" until he ran in between their legs. Being big and bulky meant that they couldn't be fast enough to catch Rattrap, distracting them enough for Primal to knock them down like dominoes.

"Bing bang bong, they all fall down like toy soldiers..." Jazz sing-songed.

"Hehehe, teamwork done right! In promptu, of course!" Silverbolt piped up.

"You would know." Grimlock and Warpath groused.

"I'm surprised you Renegades have been quiet as cold ice. Something bothering ya?" Air Raid asked inquistively.

"We're as unsure as you, but we haven't even found the fool named after our glorious leader. Besides, we're not as expressive as you are." Onslaught answered.

Primal, Cheetor and Rattrap then ran further and further until they hid in a dark spot, far away from the drone's spotlights.

"Did I miss something?! This is Cybertron, right?! Our homeplanet!" Cheetor panicked. "So why are our kind shooting at us?!"