The Cast (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
random_xtras) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
randomplaces2009-02-24 01:31 pm
random_xtras) wrote in randomplaces2009-02-24 01:31 pm
Entry tags:
BW 'verse. Jungle near the Maximal base. Beginning the story.
What if the Megatron of the Beast Wars never succeeded in sealing Optimus Primal into that pod?
What if Megatron never managed to get to the Ark?
What if, instead of the furry little monkey people, the Maximals and Predacons found bands of X-gene positive humans?
What if when the Vok ganked Optimus Primal they tried to see if they couldn't turn him into a human, and even gave him a fictitious life so that they could study how he reacted?
What if Rampage's stasis pod wound up destroyed in the death of the Vok 'moon'?
What if Dinobot hasn't died, and Optimus Primal never merged with Optimus Prime and became an OP knockoff?
What if both crews have been here for years now?
* * *
Dark eyes watched the small clearing, checking for danger, and then the bushes rustled and a tall, powerfully-built woman stepped out onto the grass, her dark chocolate skin gleaming in the sunlight. A leather loincloth and halter, with heavier leather shin and arm guards and chest plate, comprised her attire, and her curly hair was cropped short. She didn't turn as the bushes rustled again and a massive monster of a male gorilla followed her out of cover, the sun reflecting on bands of metal that seemed to be part of his skin.
"I don't see anything." The woman tipped her head back and looked at the sky, idly whapping her spear thrower against her thigh.
"And all I smell is Rantor. I think he might have been the Predacon reading." The gorilla stood up, his brow ridge lowering as he frowned.
"Stupid squirrel." An snorted, then smiled slightly as she watched her companion start to fish through the grass with one hand. "What are you doing, Optimus?"
"Picking a few of these mushrooms for Windracer," he said without looking up. He was aware of An chuckling and moving to the other side of the clearing and smiled slightly as he thought of how much Windracer resembled her mother. He still wasn't sure how the Vok had succeeded in creating the child- sometimes he wasn't sure he wasn't still dreaming- but he couldn't really find it anywhere in his spark to regret that creation. According to his instinct she was his child; his to protect and provide for, and given that she somehow carried a Maximal spark in her human body... he wasn't sure his instincts weren't right. Born in the Vok dream, she was now a strapping ten year old who differed from An only in size and Gift.
He snuck a peek at the human leader at the thought, his mind going back to the years that she and her people had stood beside he and the Maximals. They'd battled insane aliens, treacherous Predacons, wild animals....
And Abel's compulsive desire to kill Rattrap with that vile concoction they call beer.
Optimus snorted at the thought, then chuckled as he saw the flames dancing around An. "Letting off energy?"
"I wanted to feel the breeze on my fire." She smiled at him, the expression transforming her angular face to beauty.
He smiled back as he put the mushrooms into subspace, then dropped to all fours to walk over and start digging up a sweet potato for Rhinox.
"They admire you as a good leader because of things like that." An shut away her fire and went to a bush near where they'd entered the clearing to grab a few ripe guavas.
Optimus sighed as he hoisted the large tuber from the earth and brushed it off. "If I were a really good leader, the Maximals and Predacons wouldn't be here."
An pulled a face as she moved over to a young tree heavy with large fruit. "And then you wouldn't be here. I'm glad you're not that good."
He chuckled despite himself and sniffed at the potato, but put it away without taking a bite. Rhinox tended to take tasted gifts as an insult. And claiming that you were testing for poison only insulted him more.
"Mango?" An lobbed one at him, and he caught it reflexively and then grunted as it squished in his hand.
"Ripe mango," he muttered, then ate it and licked his hand clean as she laughed. "Thanks."
"You're welcome." She smirked and tossed him another, then looked down at her waistband as her communicator beeped.
"Primal here." Optimus swallowed hastily and answered his own.
//They're at it again,// came Rhinox's long suffering voice.
Optimus facepalmed. "Where's Lockjaw?"
//Up on the roof pretending they don't exist.//
"Are they threatening anything?" Optimus snuck another bite of mango as he pondered that it had to be bad if Dinobot's mate was ignoring them.
//My sanity. They're fighting in the rec room, and I was trying to listen to music.//
"Have you tried sitting on them?"
Rhinox snorted at him irritably.
"Alright, we'll be there in a few clicks to help you throw them out. Optimus out." He shut off the communicator and looked at An. "Are you up for a little mindless and pointless arguing?"
She laughed and put the last of her harvest into the bag on her back. "Why not? Maybe Windracer will learn some more new words."
"Ugh, I hope not." Optimus shook his head as he reentered the jungle, An's laughter keeping pace as she followed him.
What if Megatron never managed to get to the Ark?
What if, instead of the furry little monkey people, the Maximals and Predacons found bands of X-gene positive humans?
What if when the Vok ganked Optimus Primal they tried to see if they couldn't turn him into a human, and even gave him a fictitious life so that they could study how he reacted?
What if Rampage's stasis pod wound up destroyed in the death of the Vok 'moon'?
What if Dinobot hasn't died, and Optimus Primal never merged with Optimus Prime and became an OP knockoff?
What if both crews have been here for years now?
Dark eyes watched the small clearing, checking for danger, and then the bushes rustled and a tall, powerfully-built woman stepped out onto the grass, her dark chocolate skin gleaming in the sunlight. A leather loincloth and halter, with heavier leather shin and arm guards and chest plate, comprised her attire, and her curly hair was cropped short. She didn't turn as the bushes rustled again and a massive monster of a male gorilla followed her out of cover, the sun reflecting on bands of metal that seemed to be part of his skin.
"I don't see anything." The woman tipped her head back and looked at the sky, idly whapping her spear thrower against her thigh.
"And all I smell is Rantor. I think he might have been the Predacon reading." The gorilla stood up, his brow ridge lowering as he frowned.
"Stupid squirrel." An snorted, then smiled slightly as she watched her companion start to fish through the grass with one hand. "What are you doing, Optimus?"
"Picking a few of these mushrooms for Windracer," he said without looking up. He was aware of An chuckling and moving to the other side of the clearing and smiled slightly as he thought of how much Windracer resembled her mother. He still wasn't sure how the Vok had succeeded in creating the child- sometimes he wasn't sure he wasn't still dreaming- but he couldn't really find it anywhere in his spark to regret that creation. According to his instinct she was his child; his to protect and provide for, and given that she somehow carried a Maximal spark in her human body... he wasn't sure his instincts weren't right. Born in the Vok dream, she was now a strapping ten year old who differed from An only in size and Gift.
He snuck a peek at the human leader at the thought, his mind going back to the years that she and her people had stood beside he and the Maximals. They'd battled insane aliens, treacherous Predacons, wild animals....
And Abel's compulsive desire to kill Rattrap with that vile concoction they call beer.
Optimus snorted at the thought, then chuckled as he saw the flames dancing around An. "Letting off energy?"
"I wanted to feel the breeze on my fire." She smiled at him, the expression transforming her angular face to beauty.
He smiled back as he put the mushrooms into subspace, then dropped to all fours to walk over and start digging up a sweet potato for Rhinox.
"They admire you as a good leader because of things like that." An shut away her fire and went to a bush near where they'd entered the clearing to grab a few ripe guavas.
Optimus sighed as he hoisted the large tuber from the earth and brushed it off. "If I were a really good leader, the Maximals and Predacons wouldn't be here."
An pulled a face as she moved over to a young tree heavy with large fruit. "And then you wouldn't be here. I'm glad you're not that good."
He chuckled despite himself and sniffed at the potato, but put it away without taking a bite. Rhinox tended to take tasted gifts as an insult. And claiming that you were testing for poison only insulted him more.
"Mango?" An lobbed one at him, and he caught it reflexively and then grunted as it squished in his hand.
"Ripe mango," he muttered, then ate it and licked his hand clean as she laughed. "Thanks."
"You're welcome." She smirked and tossed him another, then looked down at her waistband as her communicator beeped.
"Primal here." Optimus swallowed hastily and answered his own.
//They're at it again,// came Rhinox's long suffering voice.
Optimus facepalmed. "Where's Lockjaw?"
//Up on the roof pretending they don't exist.//
"Are they threatening anything?" Optimus snuck another bite of mango as he pondered that it had to be bad if Dinobot's mate was ignoring them.
//My sanity. They're fighting in the rec room, and I was trying to listen to music.//
"Have you tried sitting on them?"
Rhinox snorted at him irritably.
"Alright, we'll be there in a few clicks to help you throw them out. Optimus out." He shut off the communicator and looked at An. "Are you up for a little mindless and pointless arguing?"
She laughed and put the last of her harvest into the bag on her back. "Why not? Maybe Windracer will learn some more new words."
"Ugh, I hope not." Optimus shook his head as he reentered the jungle, An's laughter keeping pace as she followed him.