Transformers Prime react to Beast Machines: Transformers

The Reformatting

Yet Rattrap didn't hold the answers to Cheetor's questions as he replied "You looked at a mirror lately?! Our own kind don't recognize us in these lousy fur coats!"

"No problem." Cheetor suggested "We just have to go to a Regeneration Chamber and debug this transformation glitch."

"But where? You don't know where you are." Starscream pointed out. "And your doom is rather inevitable!"

"HELLO?! We're in the middle of nowhere here!" Rattrap yelled. As both him and Cheetor suffered from intense shocking in their bodies.

"It's worse than I thought." Primal replied. "If we don't transform from our Beast Forms soon... our operating systems will get shut down. Permanently."

The Autobots gasped.

"Permanently?!" gasped Bumblebee.

"That will render them mindless!" Ratchet stated next.

"Sadly, with their systems at full error, that primal state will occur anytime soon." Shockwave pointed out.

"You mean, if the tank-bots don't get us, the virus will?!" Cheetor asked.

A nearby tank drone reversed and spotted the beleaguered Maximals and fired, they dodged, and it caused a massive explosion that exposed a massive hole below. Having another opaque glow from his optics again, Primal ordered "Everyone underground! NOW!" 

"What makes you think it's better down there?!" until falling debris and heavy gunfire made Rattrap take back what he said until they all jumped into the abyss below.

But luckily enough, an entire web of cyberslik had stopped their fall, as someone obvious from the shadows emerged.

It was Blackarachnia. "Oh, it's you. Too bad, I was hoping some robo-tanks would go offline with me."

Arcee and Silverbolt tensed VERY slightly at the presence of the widow Maximal.

"Traitor." Thunderblast coughed.

"Blackarachnia. Am I glad to see you." Cheetor groused.

"Yeah, isn't it cozy? Now we can deactivate together!" Blackarachnia spat out sarcastically.

"No one is deactivating- ON my watch!" Primal objected.

"Impressive rebuttal, primate." Blackarachnia sneered. "But unless I missed my guess, you three can't transform from Beast Mode any way than I can!"

"She's not wrong, you know." Elita pointed out.

Prime held a soft hand to hers. "They will find a way. I feel like those visions Primal had will lead them somewhere, where a solution could be found."

"It'll give us three cycles before we go offline. For good." she reminded next.

"Yikes. They don't have that much time left." stated Wheeljack.

"Oh you sure know how to paint a pretty picture." Rattrap quipped sarcastically.

But luckily enough, another optical seizure from Primal had him lead the Maximals through the cold, deserted underground of Cybertron.

"Isn't it a little late for spelunking?" Rattrap questioned.

"He's up to something with those flashes in his optics." Arcee pointed out

"It's no coincidence that we found each other. Something's been drawing me to each of you." Primal replied.

With what remaining time they had, the Maximals (minus Rhinox and Silverbolt) traversed down to the underground as deep as they could. With Blackarachnia taking the lead due to her web spinning, they went further below and below...