Transformers Prime react to Beast Machines: Transformers

The Weak Component

While regrouping with Nightscream and Blackarachnia and fighting off his transformation fits, Blackarachnia then sat down with him, Rattrap snapped at her "What, Legs? You gonna poke fun of me for doing my job?"

"Nope, but I gotta admit, making fools out of Tankor and Jetstorm was quite a joke." she replied earnestly.

"Yep. Considering that tank blasted the factory's console straight apart where every new drone went cray-cray..." Nightscream commented. "And then the next line of drones went all blind, not even bothering to catch us!" he then laughed.

"You don't say?" Rattrap groused, sitting on the ground next to Primal. When he saw that his comrades were gone, he eavesdropped on their secret reconvening...

"So, Cheetor? Anything about the intel Rattrap left ya?" Blackarachnia asked.

"Quite a lot. First, Megatron's amassing quite an industry of armies bent on finding and destroying us. Second, Megatron's got all the Sparks in his palace right inside, including the Vehicon generals sent to hunt us down. And third, that factory's just one of the thousands Megatron has throughout Cybertron. We only made a little dent on his production." Cheetor replied.

"A little dent's making a difference in the long run, Cheetor."

"Not this much. If I know Megatron, he'll come up with a better mousetrap to take us all unawares. And we won't know where he'll lay it next."

"That much we do know... thankfully." Sideswipe commented.

"One factory down wouldn't slow Pred-Megs at the moment, kid. He'll probably get them all running day and night." Bulkhead commented.

Nightscream then piped up "So, what's our next move, leader? We've got a downed monkey and a problematic rat in the way."

"No idea, Nightscream. Right now, we gotta lay low for a while, keep our heads down. I don't know what to do next." Cheetor replied.

Rattrap left afterwards, shaking his head, onward to the catacombs. "Every rat for himself, kitty. Cause I'm scared you'd run us to our doom if the boss monkey isn't up and running someday..."

"Rattrap, no..." Arcee replied, frightened of what he intends to do next.

"What's going on? Where's he going?" Warpath asked.

"He's going to defect to Megatron, Warpath..." Prime solemnly said.

"All because he doesn't trust Cheetor's acting leadership." Ironhide added.

Meanwhile, in the ruined interior of the palace, the drone came and harkened to the weakened Megatron...

"It's worse than I thought, Your Mechanical Excellence. All planetary systems are failing. Your drones are depowered and your generals require several more cycles to restore back to full capacity. That is, if they last that long." as it refers to the recovering Vehicon generals. "And as for you, Lord Imperator..." as it then began to attend to the repairs Megatron is undertaking. "We may have to delay in cleansing the planet. Weeding out the remaining rogue elements that is the organic filth you stare down on so much, in our current state may not be advisable, for we will be in optimal condition in half a cycle."

"And if I don't?" Megatron asked.

"You'll go offline. Permanently." it replied then departed, leaving Megatron alone. He snarled "If only it was so easy..."

"That power flux and the accident has severely weakened Megatron's forces for the time being. I suppose that gives the Maximals more breathing room and time for Primal to recover quickly." stated Smokescreen.