Transformers Prime react to Beast Machines: Transformers

Revelations: Descent (Part 2)

"Well, that was intriguing," Knockout replied. "What will they do now that Cheetor's in command?"

"That will depend entirely, on the next matters, though with Silverbolt and Rhinox still missing, I hope this next viewing will reveal what happened to them." Ultra Magnus replied.

"Though I wonder... what if Thrust is Silverbolt like Blackarachnia stated?" Bumblebee wondered.

"Nah..." Knockout denied. "As much as the widow thinks so... it's sadly the wrong fit personality-wise."

"How would you know that?" Smokescreen interrogated.

"My theory, Smoke. Like I said, the future shall prove it for me." Knockout replied.

"Let us see." Megatron cuts off. "Omega Scion, if you may?"

"The Orb of the Future is commencing in three...two...one..."

Deep within Primal's mind, he imagines swinging in the jungles until he lands before a mass assembly of Sparks. His eyes glow as he stares at what he believes to be the Oracle itself.

Until he found himself tangled with wires, struggling to resist until in front of him was Megatron himself laughing maniacally... "You cannot defeat me, Optimus Primal. You cannot hinder the progress of the machines..."

"MEGATRON-"

He saw Megatron breathing gas at his face, which snapped him back to reality where Cheetor, Blackarachnia, and Rattrap attempted to dogpile him.

"Optimus! What's wrong?" Cheetor asked, worriedly. Primal pushes his hands up high, barging his subordinates off him.

Something like that proved rather chilling for the audience: a future if the Maximals did not intervene against Megatron and his Vehicon army.

Regrouping, Primal awoke, enough to see the Oracle immediately collapse to nothingness once again. He turned to his subordinates and asked "Why did you interrupt me?"

"What were we supposed to do?" Rattrap questioned. "You were howling like a lunatic."

"He's got a point there..." Arcee replied supportively of her grand-nephew.

"Anything you saw in there, Optimus?" Cheetor asked.

"A reason why the Oracle reformatted us into these techno-organic shells." Primal turned back "I was almost there until you came barging in." he replied, chastising his comrades.

"So what, were we supposed to just ignore you?" Blackarachnia asked, offended.

"If I'm to get to the heart of our quest... then yes, so it's vital that you leave me alone." Primal replied harshly.

"Whoa, monkey boy. Take it easy there." Bulkhead replied.

"I fear that my descendant is letting the quest to take the best of him." Prime replied.

"He'll come around. I'm sure of it." Elita assured.

"Fine. Whatever. Just let us know when you need our help." Cheetor and the Maximals immediately departed, despondent, leaving Primal alone as he went his separate ways.

"How'd you follow this guy anyway?" Nightscream questioned.

"He's been with us since the Beast Wars. Beats me how he's like this nowadays." Rattrap replied.

"I feel like he's letting his 'faith of the Oracle' to get in his head... much like Thunderblast here..." Onslaught pointed out as Thunderblast grinned insanely.