Cyber Dreams A Ranma 1/2 and Beasties/Beast Machines Transformers Fusion written by Shaun Garin <><><> I am a Warrior. Let the battle be joined. <><><> Time Log 3 : Autobots, Transform and Roll Out From the Journals of Tigatros Primal It’s been five weeks since we arrived here in Japan, and established a buisness. By we, I mean my wife Shampoo, Great Grandmother Cologne, Mousse, Soap, and Ryoga. Ryoga has been a great help, showing me where to build, what to do to attract the crowds and even brings back fresh meats from across the seas and other places. He says that since becoming Silverback, his flight capabilities are greatly appreciated. Along with the internal guidance systems. Pop and Mr. Tendo have not given up their damn fool quest to make me divorce Shampoo and marry a Tendo. Today, they tried to sic a lunatic Kendoist on my person. One solid flick to the forehead and he was out like a light. Later, an insane girl with a ribbon tried to take me through parylisis gas. Good thing that my body is immune to things like that. She followed the flight plan of the Kendoist. Next, some wrinkled old man that looked like Great Grandmother appeared, throwing Panties around. Mother said that he was Pop and Mr. Tendo’s old teacher and they must have used him as a last resort. He seemed deathly afraid of mom and Cologne to a lesser extent. Also, over a warm bowl of Ramen and a few puffs of a pipe, he listened to reason. That, and he wanted to get some back at his halfwitted students. A man of his age knew about the Transmutate Monestary and even bowed in respect to me. I feel honored that a Grand Master would bow to me in reverence. That was about it until yesterday when a curious guy who smelled like a girl came in, seemingly furious about something. <><><> Ranma added the spices to the broth slowly, to not over spice the liquid. As he finished, Mousse tossed in a few shrimp for the seafood Ramen. He looked extremely happy after his lazer eye surgery a few weeks ago, and he had shed his glasses to a mere .05 strength, instead of his old 17.34 strengths. A lilting voice called out, “Ranma, is the food ready yet?” “Just a second.” Ranma added the boiling noodles with a deft motion of his wrist and slid them out on the polished hardwood counter. Shampoo scooped up the food and laid it out before the students. “Here, one Seafood Ramen, one Beef Ramen and one Pork Ramen.” Megane and the stormtroopers thanked her and resumed eating, discussing plans on how to defeat Ataru Moroboshi. “They can sure eat today, can’t they?” Shampoo said, recieving two more Ramen. Cologne nodded from behind the cash register. “They sure can. Hmm, we’re doing rather well today. How is Ranma and Mousse doing back there?” “Not too bad,” Soap chimed in from the coffee machines. She picked up some mugs and foamed the Cappucinos. Sweeping them into the tray, she carried them to the patrons at the computer terminals. Suddenly, the door slammed open and there was a boy, dressed in a school uniform, a huge spatula strapped to her back. Shampoo’s sensors snapped into motion. The printouts read over her eyesight. Detecting levels of hostility, 99.9999999% chance of fight. Power level of 155 in comparison to 1000 level, Shampoo, hybrid mode. Female of species, crossdresser. Options : 1. Welcome her in 2. Defend the home 3. Ask if Genma has wronged her in any way 4. Ask if she’s one of Genma’s stupid mistakes or engagements Course of action, 1, 3, then 4. Iniciate. “Welcome to the Cybertron Cafe,” she said, “From the battle aura, I would say that you are looking for a fight. Has this anything to do with Genma Saotome?” “Damn right sugar,” she said in a slight southern accent and rather cute voice. “He took a dowry for Ranma and I. Now, where is the overweight bastard?” “I’m sorry, Ranma married before his knowlage of the engagement and his mother anulled many of the marriages before hand.” Shampoo rolled her eyes. Not another one! “I’m really sorry but please, come in and have a seat.” She sat down and said, “Name’s Kounji Ukyou.” “Saotome Xian-pu. Call me Shampoo.” “Saotome? Are you Ranma’s mother?” Shampoo decided to face the music. “I’m Ranma’s wife.” The scream was heard just before Ukyou fainted. <><><> Ryoga looked about, carrying the huge slab of Russian meat over his shoulder. Nothing. He was lost again. “Man, that’s the last time I go out without Transforming first.” He set the meat down on a table and with a simple command, his body reformed into a machine. Picking up the meat, his jets blazed to life, sending him into the sky.” During his flight, a few jets blazed past him, nearly frying the meat he was carrying. At the most, he dropped it for a half second before retreving it. “What the hell?” Suddenly, his sensors wailed as two more zoomed by him, energy weapons blazing. “The fuck?! Those are Decepticons! Jets, Maximum Burn!” His jets burst into life and he blazed after the jets, keeping a lock on their signiture. “Man, they’re on the tail of those two Autobots. Better give them a rough flight.” He shifted the meat and his forearm flipped open, revealing twin barrels. Two blasts ruptured the wing of one of the Decepticons and the seconds turned against him. Ryoga grinned as his shoulder missles swung into position and fired, sending twin bolts of destruction at them. The Decepticon swerved to avoid the missles and fired back. Ryoga responded in kind by using his arm cannons. The Decepticon took it in midflight and went spiralling downwards into the land far below. Ryoga snapped his weapons shut and used his jets to Maximum Burn. <><><> In a barren part of Africa, a time release capsule blinked, its small yellow insignia flashing. From another capsule, a the time release activated. Flashing a few times, the red lights turned to green as the first pod hissed open. A low tremolo of laughter started to echo as the citizen of the first pod ripped through the glass. A ferral scream of laughter rang in the caverns. “I liiiive! I LIIIIIIIIVVVVEEEEEEE!” Screamed Tarantulas in estatic, maniacal joy as he ripped the rest of the Stasis Pod away. From a second one, a three fingered, two thumbed claw ripped the glass window as a creature of red and silver ripped, his red eyes glowing. “RRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!” Dinobot tore his way from the stasis pod in a state of primal fury. Two more ripped open, revealing a certian Fuzor of Arachnid and Serpentine decent, and one more, a Scorpion blasted its way out. Beware world, the Predicons are alive. <><><> Ukyou awoke to a concerned face of an older woman in her late thirties, early fourties. She wore a kimono that smelled freshly laundried. “Hello, you’re awake. I am Nadoka Saotome.” “Ukyou Kounji. I... that woman, Shampoo, she said she was married to Ranma. Is that true?” “I’m afraid so Kounji-san. If this is Genma’s doing, then perhaps we can help. My son is rather skilled in speaking to people who had been wronged by Genma.” Ukyou clenched her hands. “That... that JACKASS! He chose FOOD over ME!” “Actually,” Ranma said, entering the room, his now white hair with the black stripes shining with water as he dried it with a soft towel. “Genma never told me that you were actually female. I was young and under the impression that you were male.” “WHAT?!” “It’s true,” Ranma said, sitting down on the edge of the couch. “I didn’t realize that you were female, so I never understood what Genma meant.” “Ranma is an honorable young man and probably never understood what my husband had meant about choosing between Food and You. I am truely sorry about this Ukyou-san.” Ukyou slowly stood, and looked him in the eyes. “Ranchan? What happened to your eyes?” Ranma blinked his emerald green eyes and blushed. “It’s a long story. Please, stay for tonight. I’m sure that you came a long way from Kyoto.” Ukyou blushed. “Can.. can I call you Ranchan like before?” she asked, a shy sence moving into her brain, knocking out her common sence. “Sure, Ucchan. I’ll get a room ready for you.” <><><> Ryoga touched down behind the large resturant/Cyber Cafe, and tossed the meat into the meat locker that opened automatically, mechanical hands catching it to hang on the hooks. His body glowed and seemed to flow into a quasi-human state. As a Hybrid, Ryoga was HUGE. With huge arms, covered with dark silver fur, strong calloused hands, a wide muscular chest, his yellow tunic and black pants tight against the pure muscled body, and a open gorrila face encircling his face. He had a ring of fur around his collar, and his boots nearly burst from the pressure. He opened bright yellow eyes and picked up his backpack. Pushing the door open, he switched on the lights, dropped his backpack in the closet where it deepened the crater by a half inch, and swung on the fridge. Opening the fridge, he pulled out a cold chicken sandwitch with his name labeled on the celophene. Unwrapping it, he took a huge bite of the meat, adding a glass of milk in a cup. As he ate, he never heard the door to the kitchen open. Or the whistling of a metal spatula and the scream of shock at seeing a seemingly ape man eating peacefully. Ryoga, meet Mr. Spatula. Mr. Spatula, meet Ryoga. As the Transformer hit the ground, he saw Ukyou’s face before passing out. <><><> “Anyone get the number of the Pred that hit me?” Ryoga groaned, sitting up. He absently noted that he was back to human state. A default, he assumed while rubbing the huge mark on his head. “Man, we found you lying on the ground after Ucchan beaned you,” Ranma said, leaning over the Gorrilla man. “Ukyou? Was that the name of the Predicon?” “No Bakaboy,” Shampoo said, poking him between the eyes. “That’s the new girl who came to stay with us. Ukyou? Come and meet Ryoga.” The same chestnut haired girl peeked over him, and waved her hand before his eyes. “Um... I’m sorry I hit you.” Ryoga rose from the couch, looked at her, and grinned. “No problem. Ranma, there’s something important I need to tell you.” “In the morning. It’s quite late,” Nadoka interjected. Beside her, Soap and Mousse nodded their agreement. “Ranma, help your student to bed. Shampoo, please make sure Ukyou settles down. We do not need another repeat of tonight.” Ranma nodded and helped the Lost Boy to his feet. As a human, he was still prone to getting lost, but as Silverback, he could find his way anywhere. As Ranma made sure he got in bed, Ryoga grabbed his shirt and hissed, “Ranma, I ran into Decepticons. We talk tomorrow.” With that, he fell asleep to Ranma’s ashen white face. “Decepticons...” <><><> “And you never saw your assailant clearly Starscream and Jetstorm?” “We most certianly did NOT Megatron,” Starscream said, kneeling on one knee. “What is more strange is that I never got a normal reading on him.” “Hmm... Jetstorm, what do YOU have to say?” “Not much Oh Mighty Megatron,” the younger Decpticon said, bowing his head. “Please do not kill me.” “I won’t kill you. This is most intreaguing. You say that it was rather small and grey Starscream?” “Yes.” Megatron stroked his metal grey chin thoughtfully. “Perhaps the Humans have developed Personal Fight Suits. Or maybe...” “Maybe you were foolish to send such PITIFUL Decepticons Mighty Megatron,” Came a voice. Megatron whirled on the voice and bellowed, “Who enters here?!” The clacking of several footsteps on the metal floor was heard, and into the light strode strange machines of organics and technology. The lead one, a red, green and dark blue spider snickered darkly as it flipped over and the front flipped to its back, revealing a archinid body. “I am Tarantulas.” The evil looking Raptor spun about, the body revealing itself in a ferocious snarl. “I am Dinobot.” “YE-HAW! Quickstrike’s th’ Name!” The Fuzor spun about to become a rather short machine on two legs. “Scorpinok, Terrorize!” The grey scorpion rose on two legs, its mandibles clacking. “We are PREDICONS!” Tarantulas proclaimed. “We are your DECENDANTS!” “Impossible!” Starscream shouted, leveling a cannon at them. Megatron’s hand reached out and prevented him from firing. “Let’s hear out these ‘Predicons’, Starscream. What do you want?” “Just a piece of the world.” And Tarantulas started to laugh, his body shaking with the force of the laughter. Megatron joined in and soon, they all were laughing evilly. Outside, a hot rod idled, its hearing devices retracting. “I’d better tell Optimus about this.” <><><> The two warriors met and parted, and then clashed together once again. Ryoga pushed against the shockwave attack that Ranma had unleashed with a burst of his jets. He floated in the air before opening up with his shoulder missles. The twin bursts of fury knocked Ranma backwards as the Tiger spun about, landing on his feet. He pulled out his pulse cannon and started to rake the Gorrila’s position with a rapid fire amount of bolts. Ryoga skillfully dodged most of them but a short burst knocked him backwards. “Ouch, you’re good.” “Ain’t I? Lets take this animalistic. BEAST MODE!” Ranma’s limbs swung into the four legged position and fur locked around his body, changing him into the Bengal Tiger. Ryoga grinned, fangs flashing. “Two can play at that! BEAST MODE!” His body spun about on its axis and fur appeared, locking into the joints. He rose up on both legs and pounded his chest, roaring. The animals locked together, clashing with insane ferocity. Again and again went the blazes of energy. Suddenly, a missile came down and slammed into the ground, throwing them to the sides. Ranma landed on his feet and snarled. “By the Matrix, what the hell was that?” “Something you won’t live to know about!” Above, riding on a jet was a Transformer, a scorpion hybrid. He rose a mandible and clacked it twice, arming a missile. It burst from its casing, spiralling lazily before impacting on the ground. Shampoo came rushing out, followed by elder Cologne and Ukyou. Shampoo looked up and spat a curse. “SLAG! Preds!” “Gyaahahahaha! Well well, looks like we got new Maximals to play with.” Three more Predicons flew in on jet Decepticons which started to rake the yard with lazer bursts. The spider laughed again. “Tarantulas, Terrorize!” It flipped up, revealing legs and a body with two arms and its multiple arms on its shoulders. “YE HAAAAAWWWW! Quickstrike, Terrorize!” The diminuitive Predicon transformed into an orange and blue robot. “It’s a good day for BATTLE! Dinobot...TERRORIZE!!” With a roar, the brown Raptor changed into a blue, silver and brown robot. It had a spinning sword and a shield weapon. “SLAG! Maximals, Maximize!” With bursts of energy, the three Maximal Hybrids changed into their combat forms, and drew guns from ports. The skies filled with energy bolts as the Decepticons backed up the Predicons with bursts of lazers. Falcona spun and fired tiny missles from her wrist, protecting the two humans below. She caught a bolt on her shoulder and winced. “YO! BIG GUY, HELP ME HERE!” A bit put off by her comment, two jets protruded from Silverbacks’ back and he flew up into the air, followed by Primal. The three exhanged shots with the Predicons who fired back at them. Tarantulas found that for three Maximals, they were better than they were. So... Aiming at the people down below, he unleashed a rapid fire attack at Elder Cologne, the bullets flying at an incredible speed. Time seemed to slow as the Elder was too shocked to move. Suddenly, she was hurled away as Ukyou pushed her, and blocked the first bullet. Then, five more pierced her skin. Tarantulas grinned. “All Predicons, fall back!” Quickstrike turned to him, shocked. “Yo LEGS! We’re winning! Aaa!” A bolt from Silverbacks’ double barrels caught him in the face and he went tumbling down to the yard. “Fall back! The mission is completed!” As the Predicons rode away on their Decepticon ancestors, Silverback and Falcona celebrated wildly. “We beat their butts! Kicked some cold slag!” Silverback cheered. “Give me some high titanium!” The pair exchanged high fives. But a cold howl chilled their souls as the pair looked downwards to see Primal holding the bullet riddled body of Ukyou. “No...” Shampoo’s face drained of color. She only knew the girl a few days but she was a gentle soul. Ranma wept over her body, his head nestled in her chest. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open. “A heartbeat....” He looked around frantically. Silverback landed and asked, “What’s wrong?” “An animal! We need an animal!” “But we’re too far from the zoo!” Just then, a cute little mouse came padding up, smelling the blood. It looked up cutely at them and Tigatros Primal’s eyes lit up. “Here’s the animal.” He reached down and picked it up and placed it on her heart. Then, producing the Matrix, he wished once again. The Matrix flared with power for a second, the light blinding. Then, amidst the light, a golden hand reached up and cupped Primal’s chin. “Prichan....” she whispered as the light died down. In place of Ukyou was a beautiful gold and dark brown female robot, her hair seemingly organic. Inteligant eyes looked out on the world. “Prichan...I saw the Matrix....” “Ukyou?” Shampoo asked. “She’s even more lovely than ever,” Silverback whispered. The girl smiled a bit. “I...my name now is....Mouse.” Silverback gallently offered his hand to her to help her up, pulling out some poetry from somewhere. “Then, Milady, may I offer my hand to you?” She smiled egmatically. “To quote the Raven; Nevermore.” Fins Chapter 3