Transformers Prime react to Beast Machines: Transformers

The Weak Component

"This is a prototype, but it has been field-tested into battle consistently. I've made the modifications necessary for it to be ready, but it requires an occupant since I was not able to create an artificial intelligence that could operate it's systems effectively. Agree, and the weapon is yours to keep, no strings attached."

"And if I walk out of here, in one piece?" Rattrap challenged.

"Completely unharmed. But if any harm comes to me by Maximal hand, then your right to wield this weapon is forfeit." Megatron replied.

"Deal."

This angered the Autobots. Rattrap defecting to Megatron because of his doubts about Cheetor's acting leadership? How petty could he be right now?

By the time Rattrap acquired the exoskeleton, he then flew towards Megatron himself.

"I trust that you're satisfied?" Megatron asked. But Rattrap tested the weapon by it's weapons first, by destroying a nearby platform, but the glare was so bright that even Megatron would flinch at the sight of it.

"One piece of advice: never trust a rat." Rattrap smirked.

Megatron chuckled. "Even a rat would refrain from attacking defenseless opponents."

Megatron blinked. He was all too familiar of Starscream's attempts to kill him from the back, especially ones that succeeded well enough to render him inert for a very short time before he then came back, stronger than ever, and just in time to prevent Starscream's attempts to wrest leadership of him.

"I did ask you to protect me for one night. Or are you afraid you would rather turn into a Vehicon instead?" he taunted next.

"I ain't afraid of nothing." Rattrap retorted.

"After all, I did keep my word for you, which is more than what I can say to Optimus." Megatron replied.

"He surely does, yet would have had a contingency in case Rattrap turned on him instead." Elita replied sternly. "Just like our Megatron here...."

Megatron paid Elita little heed for that.

"Let him go, Megatron!" Cheetor demanded as he, Blackarachnia and Nightscream appeared in the interior of the palace so suddenly.

Rattrap snapped towards them "Guys! What're you doing here?"

"What does it look like?" Nightscream snapped. "We're here to save your tail. Again."

"With that big suit on, I don't think he needs saving." Elita pointed out.

"Elita, dear, I know you're one for the obvious, but you don't need to when we can clearly view it with our own optics."

"Sorry..." Elita softly apologized.

"Your friend showed up here voluntarily." Megatron replied.

"Voluntarily? Rattrap, what's going on?" Blackarachnia questioned.

"Sorry guys, but I can't risk being you at the moment...."

Nightscream looked at Megatron at his weakened state. "Guess he's nearly down for the count, I'm going in!" and leaped onwards.

"Optimus wouldn't hurt a downed opponent kid." Rattrap warned sternly.

They all agreed, given Prime's history of honor and fair fighting, even in war, Optimus would never harm an opponent in the back.

"And neither would my descendant." agreed Prime himself.