Transformers Prime react to Beast Machines: Transformers

Revelations: Descent (Part 2)

While departing to the last remaining data archive terminals of the city...

"Since our leader's been keeping secrets from us... I figured we'd have secrets of our own." Blackarachnia commented.

"Easy for you to say, Legs." Rattrap replied.

"Meaning?" she asked.

"MEANING with what's going on with you and Thrust." Rattrap snarked back.

Blackarachnia groaned. She walked away.

But Cheetor was not as likely as to doubt, having known Primal more than the crew. "Optimus wouldn't have been sure as to share his secret with Rhinox. Unless... Rattrap, check that terminal."

Rattrap nodded, going to the inert terminal for access.

"If Knockout's theory is correct... then I dread to find out what the future Megatron had done with Rhinox and Silverbolt." Ratchet said in fear.

Knockout merely smirked "Now you're seeing things MY way, old man."

Rattrap then complimented "And DONE!"

Nightscream commented, "You'd better make your own mark."

The terminal revealed crucial information about the three Vehicon generals... which Cheetor interpreted "We knew Megatron had conquered Cybertron by stealing everyone's Sparks... and then reconfigured three of them into Vehicon generals."

"Knockout... you're a genius." Smokescreen commented. The aforementioned medic just elected a spark-eating grin.

"Then again, who knows what did the future Megatron had done." Prime replied through gritted teeth, feeling his anger rising slowly...

"Now that we've covered history, maybe we'd focus on current events." Rattrap suggested.

"Megatron changed them." Cheetor concluded. "We can't change them back! Or maybe we could... Rattrap, if you can." 

Rattrap replied "Count on it, boss kitty. For what?"

"For we're going on the offensive!" Cheetor readied his claws.

"And who are we going to offend?" Blackarachnia questioned.

"Vehicons." Cheetor cooly replied.

"No more hiding and running... now it's time they fight back!" Predaking grinned.

"Break. All. Of. Their. Legs!" Warpath cheered.

Grimlock grinned. He had nothing to cheer about.

"Then again, there's only five of them and millions of those drones. Open warfare will kill them all." Silverbolt pointed out.

"So they'll have to fight via stealth and discretion. Perfect." Air Raid commented.

Regrouping in a dark alleyway, the Maximals under Cheetor's command began to contemplate possible options.

"Who do we start with? Thrust?" Blackarachnia asked.

"Tankor." Cheetor replied.

"But Thrust was one of us, I'm sure of it!" she objected.

"Maybe so. But Tankor's the slowpoke of the generals, and I don't mean just his track speed. He's perhaps easy to track and entrap!" Cheetor proposed.

"Sounds like a plan!" Nightscream regrouped with the team. "Our Vehicon buddies are transferring cargo to the Space Port."

"Logistics. Maximals had caused heavy damage to their factories that it's caused logistical problems for the Vehicons." Onslaught said.