Cyber Dreams : Rewrite A Ranma 1/2 and Beasties/Beast Machines Transformers Fusion Written by Shaun Garin <><><> Oh man, Dinobot against six Preds. There won’t be enough of him left to make a toaster. <><><> Prologue Genma was sure of it. He was going to die, or die a horrible death by his best friend, or his wife by that damned family sword of hers. In any case, he was going to freeze if he didn’t get out of this damned snow storm soon. His thoughts flickered to Ranma, a mere boy of seven. How could he survive in this cold? Also, DID he survive? Pushing aside thoughts like that, he reasoned that his boy could survive. Like he did. If not, then he’d be doing a hell alot of running. <><><> Time Log 1 : Beginnings The little boy stumbled into the shrine atop the snowly peaks, shivering as he forced the doors closed. Within moments, monks of fatherly figure came and started to tend to them. If Ranma was awake to notice their approach, he would have noticed at first glance that they seem to be a curious mixture of men and animals. The lead monk reached down and picked him up, his body adorned with furry skins. “He needs treatment. Then we take him to the Ancient One.” A second, a striped dark brown man with the traditional robe nodded and brought forth a stretcher. They laid the child down on the stretcher and brought him into the back chambers where he under went treatment. The monk who started to treat him was actually a woman in lion skins, large floppy ears sticking out of her head, fur seemingly grown into her forearms, a twitching tuffed tail and had dark furred golden hands. “He’s gone under severe training. From these markings, some fool had decided to train him in the Nekoken.” The other monk, a tall, slender man with a smiling face and in place of where the woman had fur, he had reptilian skin. Golden eyes stared out at the boy and he touched his forehead. “He is suffering from extreme cold. We should get him under the CR Chamber immediately.” “But that is only reserved for we monks in the shrine and the Ancient One.” The man nodded but said, “He will understand. Please help me carry him there.” Minutes later, the unconcious little boy was lowered into a shimmering pool of transparent liquid, a rebreather on his face. <><><> Ranma awoke, looking instantly for his dad. Where was he? Did he survive the storm? Where am I for that matter? Slipping cool feet into slippers conviently placed there, he stood up and started to explore the room. Barely two meters from the door, a pleasent female voice said, “Oh, so you are awake?” The woman was vaguely... catlike... Ranma looked at her. The hairs on the back of his neck raised up in fear. The woman set down a tray of food and said, “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.” “Who... who are you?” Ranma asked, backing up into the wall. She smiled and said, “You are in the Monestary of the Transmorphs. Come, you must be hungry. I have food ready for you.” Ranma’s mouth watered at the sound of food and he rushed to eat the meal set before him, his hunger overriding his fear. Within minutes, all the food was devistated, sent down the malnutrioned body. “Thank you,” he said, following an example that a friend taught him, “It was very good.” “What is your name child?” “Ranma. Ranma Saotome.” “I am Lioness. A monk in this Monestary. Come, I would like you to meet the elder of this monestary.” Ranma followed the woman to a large set of doors and she rapped on it. A faint buzzing sound responded and she opened it. “Ancient Wise One, I bring to you a boy named Ranma Saotome.” The torches illuminated a most definately NOT human face. It was buglike, and his whole body was a polished green, black and yellow. Four wings spread from his back and he sat, crosslegged, a smile on his split jaw. Ranma shuddered in fear. The creature looked at him and in a almost comical voice said, “Waspinator glad to meet you. Waspinator welcome you to Transmorph Monestary.” “Transmorph?” Ranma asked curiously. “Transmorph is a form of transformation, from human, to beast, to robot, to hybrid,” Waspinator explained. “Waspinator teach early humans what this is.” “Ranma....” Lioness stooped down to look at the young boy. “Did someone teach you the Neko-ken?” Ranma nodded, his eyes watering. No, poppa said men don’t cry. “Poppa.... threw me into a pit of hungry c-c-c-felines..... they were biting and scratching.... clawing.... make the pain go away...” Lioness pulled him close, hugging him tightly. “Don’t worry. We’ll take care of the Cat-fist. Just listen to what Master Waspinator says.” Waspinator walked forward, supporting himself on a small gnarled walking cane, the origins dating back 65,000,000 years. In fact, on closer inspection, it was the war hammer that Dinobot used to fight Megatron in the battle that cost him his life the first time. The wood tapped the ground a few times before he bent over to look at him with his bug eyes. “Ranma,” he said, laying a hand on the boy’s shoulder, “would you like to learn the secrets of this school of Transformation?” Ranma wiped away his tears. “I....” he looked at Lioness who smiled and ruffled his hair. He smiled, sniffing. “Can you make the bad dreams go away?” “Of course.” Waspinator smiled, turning to Lioness. “Lioness, start his education. I can see that his education was largely ignored and he needs to learn the maths, sciences, languages and such to get around in this world. And when you feel ready, teach him Cybertron Sciences, Maths, and Quantum Physics. Anything you feel is nessasary.” “And what of the Cat-fist?” Lioness inquired. “We will help him cope.” Waspinator watched her go with the boy and felt a ache in his joints. He was old. Several million years old by now. He just hoped that he had a successor to his art of Transformation and Bonding. <><><> Three years later after Ranma’s arrival, he was a boy of ten years old, strong, fast, and intelligant. He had eagerly soaked up all the material that Lioness had thrown at him, and surpassed Master Waspinator’s wildest dreams. Already he could construct Diecast materials, read Cybertron scripts both modern and ancient, and other such things such as Quantum Physics, Transwarp, Jump Gates, and whatever she had felt was nessesary to get along in the real world. The Ranma who stood in the middle of the room was tall, strong and intelligant. But he was also cocky, brash, and never willing to back down from a fight. Thus, he was also naive of the outside world, for he had not made very many trips down the mountian side. The Cat Fist had been dealt with. He did not run screaming from the cat people of the monestary like before, even though he maintained some discomfort around them. But with the new fusion he was about to undergo, he would finally embrace the spirit of the cat within him. Now, he was ready. He had recieved his vision from the Oricle and now, he was ready to undergo the ritual of beast taming. Already, he knew the animal he would fuse with and become one with, cybernetically, phyically, mentally, and spiritually. As he opened the doors to the inner sanctum, Waspinator tapped his way towards the young boy and said, “We are ready. Good luck.” As the doors closed behind Ranma, a large white bengal tiger came out of the darkness, its green eyes looking at him curiously. Ranma approached it, and sat down, crosslegged. Long minutes passed as he stared into its eyes, feeling a kindrid soul within the tiger. The wanderlust he felt, the pride, the sensitivity, and the love for life. A wise intelligance as he reached out his hand towards the tiger. A large white paw rose and Ranma’s hand passed into it like a ghostly apprition, and then, they became one. He wandered through time and space, revelling in his newfound knowlage and power. Saw earth, nearly 65,000,000 years ago. A tiger, green and white, wise, loved nature... Tigatron... I am... <><><> Ranma felt such bliss, such lust for life, and such wisdom held within the wise old tiger. As he opened his eyes, blue eyes staring out from the thick pelt of fur, he sat on his haunches and roared to the sky. Waspinator then came into the room with Lioness and smiled through his scary exterior. “Ah Ranma. Cat-bot I see. Yes.” Ranma grinned, showing large teeth. “I have chosen my name. A name from the past and future. I... am Tigatros.” Waspinator laughed in delight. “Tigerbot bring back memories. Now, you learn your other modes.” But then he paused. “Tigerbot need addition to name when ready. I give you final name when it time.” Ranma nodded. “Yes sensei.” Ranma padded out of the room, only to be met with a flying ball of tawny orange fur. The pair rolled around the monestary, people casually moving around them as they screeched to a halt at the doors, Ranma pinned down by the orange furred girl. “Caught ya!” she proclaimed. “Okay, okay, you win.” Kitty was Ranma’s friend from the very start. To counteract Ranma’s fear of cats, the pair had slept together in the same bed as children. Kitty was a lovely young girl, Ranma’s age with long spotted hair and a orange colorization in her patterns. Kitty helped her best friend up as she smiled cutely. “I’m going down to the village. Wanna come along?” “What for?” Kitty giggled. “Shopping silly! This may be a monestary, but it’s not like any OTHER monestary we’ve seen before. And Mousse is down there with Master Caine. I’m sure they would like some company.” Ranma shrugged. “Sure. It’d be nice to see the blind guy again.” “Hey,” Kitty pouted, “what did your mom tell you about teasing the Amazon?” Ranma rolled his eyes. “Okay, okay. I get the message. C’mon, before the stores close.” Kitty transformed into her Beast mode and loped down the mountianside towards the village, Ranma close behind. <><><> “In..... Out..... In..... Out....” WHOMP! The trio of Martial artists went rolling around before screeching to a halt against the trees of the garden Master Caine sported. “Can’t you guys say hello in a NORMAL way?” Mousse grumbled as he replaced his glasses. “Sorry man, tradition.” Ranma said, grinning. Mousse snorted. “So, you guys shopping here today?” He got up and brushed off his chinese robes. “Yeah,” Kitty said, smiling. “Want to come along?” Mousse sighed. “I can’t,” he said, “Master Caine want’s me to meditate for the evening.” “Aw man, c’mon, let’s hit the town tonight. The festival is going on right now.” Ranma grabbed him in a noogie. “I’ll stop when you say yes.” “Owowowowow, mercymercymercymercy, uncleuncleuncle! Okay OKAY!” Mousse got out of the headlock. “Man, you two don’t even give a rest do you.” “Not when there’s fun to be had.” Kitty grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the building. “C’mon!” <><><> “Tigatros!” Ranma looked up to see a black furred asian boy stalk up to him. “Oh hey Puma.” “Don’t give me that Tigatros,” Puma snarled. “I want you to keep your distance from Kitty. She’s MINE, you hear me?” Older by about a year or so, Puma was a tall man with the attitude of a rich snob. He was once Ranma’s friend but became his self proclaimed rival for everything, including Kitty, Ranma’s best friend, especially when Kitty had s tarted hanging around Ranma more than she did with Puma. This made the man very jealous. “She’s not yours, she’s her own person,” Ranma said. “You wanna make something of it?” “Maybe I do.” Puma got into a fighting stance as Ranma frowned. “You don’t need to do this,” Ranma countered, getting into his own stance.” “Kitty is my girl, got it?” “And who declaired I was YOUR GIRL?!” Kitty shouted, hitting him over the head, breaking the mood. “Give it up Puma,” Ranma shook his head. “You’re NOT going to be able to win her like that.” “I DON’T CARE TIGATROS!” Puma shouted before slinking away, rubbing his head in pain. “And YOU!” Ranma made a few sounds of pain as Lioness dragged him away by the ear. “You should be ashamed of yourself!” Kitty hung her head. “Men.” <><><> Two years later... “Ranma?” Ranma looked up from where he was working at the large computers in the monestary. “Oh, hi mom.” Lioness walked in, holding a basket of food. “You’re up late.” Ranma nodded as he picked up a piece of bread and ate it. “Yeah.” “Care to tell me what’s wrong?” she asked, sitting down beside her adoptive son. Ranma cast a glance at the computer screen. She looked as well to see Genma’s picture on the front. “Your father?” “Yeah. I just found this in the Japanese Official Archives..... it’s a Governement File.” “Ranma!” Lioness exclaimed, shocked. “You know you shouldn’t be hacking into the Governement files! Remember what happened when you and Kitty decided to hack into the pentagon?” The young Tiger man chuckled. “I remember.” Sobering quickly, he scrolled down the pages. “These are the crimes he committed, using ME as collateral.” “But he thinks you’re dead, right?” “Yeah mom, he does. But that doesn’t stop him from using a dead man as a bargaining chip.” Ranma sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I’m just starting to wonder how much pop got away with when I was ALIVE in his memory.” Lioness scowled. “I will have a TALK with your biological father if I see him.” “Don’t hurt him too much mom,” Ranma said with a chuckle. The pair kept on reading into the night. It was a LONG list. <><><> A month later... “I’m Hooome!” WHOMP! Kitty laughed as she and Ranma tumbled head over heels as he came barreling out the door in a flying tackle, rolling around the snowy courtyard. Lioness and Bagaraha looked up from their sweeping of the steps. “Try not to break anything!” Lioness called out. “Okay!” Both shouted, rolling around in the snow. “Children,” Bagaraha chuckled in his low baritone. “Remember when we were that young and energetic?” Lioness giggled. “Of course. Your daughter seems to have a fondness for my son.” “They grew up together,” Bagaraha said, packing the snow into a snowman. “But I grow weary of Razorback’s son Puma trying to win Kitty for his own.” “It happens at times,” Lioness said. Ranma “oof”ed as he hit the ground. “Nice tackle.” “I learned from the best,” the curvy young girl purred. “C’mon, lets get some ice cream!” “Don’t you think about anything but food?” Ranma asked, chuckling. “And it’s COLD out here!” “Yeah, but Master Waspinator keeps it hot in the monestary.” “He’s an old bug, of course he likes it hot.” “Old bug am Waspinator?” A couple of snowballs hit the pair in the head as Waspinator laughed, packing a snowball. “Waspinator still good for another few millenia.” “You’re gonna get it now Gramps!” Ranma said, packing some snow into a hardened projectile. “Bring it on,” Waspinator teased, waving the warhammer like a bat. Lioness and Bagaraha were laughing. “Trust Master Waspinator to play like a child,” Bagaraha said, smiling. <><><> Six years later... “Concentrate... let the beast without become the robot within. And beyond that, the human spark. Yes... good... that’s it.... almost there.” Ranma reached into his center, the universe spiraling about his eyes. He felt the call of the ancient sparks as he spoke words. “The Matrix... and beyond that... the Oricle...” Waspinator smiled warmly and then, his chest plate swung outwards. There, sitting in the middle of his mechanical torso was a glowing spark, full of ancient knowlage and power. “The Decepticon Matrix of Leadership.” Ranma then saw the future. Melds of organics and technology, beast machines of power... I am Transformed. As he came out of his trance, he blinked a few times, and then looked at his mentor, his mouth open. “A Matrix?” “The Decepticon Matrix of Leadership. Waspinator carry this for his whole life, building its power to the fullest. Now, Waspinator give this to you Ranma, so you become a real Primal. Is Waspinator last gift to you.” “Last...” his words dawned on him and he leapt to his feet in alarm. “Sensei! You can’t die on me!” “Waspinator live long good life. For million of years, Waspinator teach people secret of Transformation. Now, Waspinator pass legacy to you. Take Matrix, embrace it and become whole.” Ranma approached his teacher, and with his hands, took the Matrix from the Transformers fingers. It flared with a holy light, and his chest place flipped open, revealing a place for it. Ranma fit the Matrix into his own chest and it closed. Waspinator smiled. “Waspinator give you final gift. Waspinator proclaim you : Tigatros Primal.” Then, Waspinator vanished, his spark streaming into Ranma’s chest. Ranma grasped for him but it was too late. Ranma choaked on his tears as his longtime friend, father and mentor vanished into the Matrix. He was a good Transformer. Worthy of the task set to him. “B..beast mode...” His body seemed to flow into the bengal tiger. Padding out of the door, he noticed that the walking staff of his was now starting to become dust, leaving the stone head behind. He picked it up between his teeth and walked out to fashion a monument. <><><> “Ranma?” Ranma looked up at Kitty who sat down beside him on the stairs of the Monestary. “Care to talk?” “Well.....” “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but it’s always good to talk about your problems.” “It’s just that.... well.... gramps is dead, and.... he named me.... Primal.” “Whoa, that’s a really big honor Ranma!” Kitty gushed, hugging the other. “But.... what’s still bothering you?” “It’s... the Matrix. The Decpticon Matrix of Leadership. I’m..... different, can’t you see? I’ve lost the innocence, replaced by wisdom, and I need to undertake the Trials.” “But you passed the first one, the second shouldn’t be so bad.” Kitty smiled as she kissed him on the cheek. “I’m your best friend Ranma. No matter how you change.” Ranma nodded. “I suppose, when you change, people around you don’t.” “Exactly,” she said, giving him a hug. “Now, did your Hybrid mode change with the Matrix?” “Subtly. I look a bit older... sorta.” “Ooh, that is cool.” Kitty and Ranma shared a quiet moment for a bit before she asked, “Ranma? Exactly what are you planning to do now?” “I... don’t know really. I have to undergo the Leadership Trial. Then, come back for the Acceptance Trial. I think.... I’ll undergo the Leadership Trial in the outside world.” “If that’s what you want.....” Kitty said sadly. “You sound so sad,” Ranma said, turning to face her. “Anything wrong?” “Hmm? Well..... it’s just that my training isn’t over yet.... and I wanted to go with you. Where will you head first?” “I was thinking back to Japan, through Byankala Range. Then, I’ll see from there.” “Promise me you’ll call every day.” “I will. Kitty? Thanks, for being my friend.” Kitty smiled. “Anytime.” Behind a pillar, Puma smiled. This would get that pesky Tigatros out of his hair perminantly. But, Waspinator calling him Primal. His hand clenched. That would just not do. End Time Log 1