Transformers Prime react to Beast Machines: Transformers

The Weak Component

AN: I've never liked how Cheetor, Blackarachnia and Nightscream treated Rattrap, so I'm gonna alter it into something more respectful and consistent to his character.

"Well, it took Rattrap for a while to transform now, but he apppears without any weapons of any kind." Bulkhead said.

"If I recall his experiences back on Earth, Bulk, is that Rattrap has covered more variety if not frontline combat."

"Maybe the reformatting's given him new toys to make up for the lack of weaponry."

"That, or maybe he can improvise like he does back in the Beast Wars." Bumblebee suggested.

"Maybe so, Bumblebee... but I've yet to find that out." Ratchet said.

"You mean WE ALL get to find out, grandpa?" Knockout replied with a glare.

"Yes. Omega Scion, if you please?"

"Very well, Ratchet. Commencing release in three...two...one..."

"No...." in his slumber, Primal was tossing and turning in his recharging. In his dreams, he pondered of Rattrap's transformation, ending in a nightmare of being in the clutches of Megatron, moaning his name, yet suddenly, the closing of Megatron's hand and his fall to the abyss eventually awakened him, though he remained weakened as ever.

"Why are you getting up?" Blackarachnia questioned, approaching Primal, though his vision was so blurry, he couldn't even see her until she was close enough to him. "It's been 3 solar turns and you're still wobbly from the reformatting you just did on our new guy. You still need rest."

"Rattrap.... I have to-" Primal slurred in his weakened state.

"No." Blackarachnia refused, her legs keeping Primal from leaving; given that he could not yet walk. "He's with Cheetor and Nightscream on a little info-probing mission out there. Strictly recon. Perfectly safe." and sets Primal back laying on his back to rest.

Yet Primal could not rest easy....

Prime grimaced. When Alpha Trion died, he left the Autobots to simply enact his quest for vengeance against the Decepticons. It had left him starved, exhausted, even nearly to his death. For months on end, he was on his own, rarely aided by the veteran Autobots that sometimes left their posts to gather as much civilians, even those that hated them, to safety as much possible, in a time where the Great War broke out, the governing system had collapsed and the Primes were killed.

Having defeated the assassin hired by Megatron to kill him, the femme Decepticon reknowned for having impeccable aim with a highly modified Null Ray attached to her arm, much akin to a sniper rifle, known as Negate, the exhausted Prime was nearly overwhelmed by another Decepticon who had the ability to control and incite civilians through voice named Dictate. It took his worried friends to stop him when Prime couldn't.

Despite his attempts to escape his friends out of fear that Megatron might come after them as an advantage over him, they managed to bring him back home when he was nearly at the end of his Spark. Yet he was grateful for that; because Megatron would have easily killed him at his weakened state.

Meanwhile, on a section of the city, Rattrap ran for his life, avoiding gunfire from Tankor. "Come and get me, ya big ugly slab of steel!"

"Must slag... mouse bot!" Tankor mindlessly rambled while chasing and firing at Rattrap until he fell down on a gap.

"Pretty clever of you." coughed Starscream.

"Slag time's over, tinhead!" Rattrap taunted.

"Rattrap! Heads up!" Nightscream shouted as two airborne Vehicons flew towards him and Rattrap. He was quickly snatched just in time before he would be caught in their strafing run. As Nightscream flew as quickly as he can.