A Cheetah with Different Spots

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I did not edit these!

Okay, so I cut this scene, as it was kind of pulling the chapter for topic, and it was connecting somethings from my other stories, that I'm not sure if I want to connect to or not.

"The son of a glitch did it," Cheetor heard Optimus say.

"There's no doubting that," Rhinox spoke.

The catbot, was only half invested in the emergency meeting that was now being held in the command center. The other half was a confused buzzing mess of emotions, grief, sorrow, anger, and longing. Chicory, or whoever was the femme whom has taken on her likeness, was being kept in the med-bay safely sedated. Cheetor wanted nothing more to be at her berth side but he needed to be here. With ever happened in this mission meeting would decide the femme's fate.

"How?" Cheetor croaked.

"Honestly, I have no idea," Rhinox groaned, "Transfusing an organic with a protoform, in general is unheard of. Doing it, and it being successful is even more so. Nothing in maximal history, science, or religious text, told of anything like this."

"'The white flame ingulfed her figure. But death never claimed her. Flesh now forged in gold metal glittering. And she flew to battle on angelic wings'," Dinobot spoke up from his spot at the table where he was brooding.

"Er. Wat?" Rattrap asked.

"It's a line from an old vosian balled," Dinobot snarled, "Due to the situation I will spare you the details. But the basic premise was of an earthling sky warrior earning seeker wings after she saved a young winglord, from his wounds."

"Wait, wait, you's said it was vosian. Aren't yous from Tarn?" Rattrap quirked an optic ridge.

"I am from Tarn, but some of my ancestors were originally seekers from Vos. And they were particularly attached to this legend, some of my more eccentric uncles even claimed that the warrior in the story was their great grandmother."

"Wait, wait are you's sayin that ya got earth blood, Chapporface?"

"No, vermin I'm not. While my great great grandmother was the conjunx to a vosian winglord, that didn't mean she was originally from earth. If anything, it was a story made up by the winglord to comfort their young sparklings after she was assassinated."

"All I'm sayin is dat if ya h've earth blood, it would explain your weird obsession wit Shakespeare."

"Earning seeker wings?" Optimus pondered, "Does that mean she was given cybertronian body?"

"That's how most interpret the story, yes," Dinobot answered.

"All myths usually have some kind of basis in truth," Rhinox said.

Okay, this is basically, an alternate ending, a What if, if you will. What if chicory didn't go with the maximals back to cybertron, and stayed on prehistoric earth.

Alternative epilogue: A Daughter of Gaia

"You's sure ya don't want me to come wit ya, spots?"

"No, thanks Rattrap," Cheetor said, with a sighed, "In need to do this one my own."

Rattrap nodded, "Ok, kid. I'll be back in an hour to get ya," the technorganic ratformer turned around, and went back through the bridge that brought them here.

Cheetor watched his friend leave through the swirling mass of folded space, before turning back to the scene in front of him. The human archeological dig site, and the number of human eyes staring at the supreme commander of cybertron. Cheetor didn't bother to smile at them, as he didn't think it would make any of them relax. In all honesty, his fangs would probably freak them out.