Beast Wars Prime

Vegas is Bust Pt.2-Unlikely Heroes

Hello everyone, and welcome to the latest chapter of Beast Wars prime. I'm not going to lie, this chapter fought me tooth and nail in places, and I'm surprised I got it out in my usual timeframe. In any case I hope it's to most everyone's' liking. Before we begin though, a special shoutout to EnkiduKingu on FF.net for successfully deducing something revealed in this chapter. Enjoy.

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"Now, let me see if I have this right." Galvatron began as he watched Tarantulas modify and reassemble the wreckage of what he'd dubbed "Nemesis Prime" with the assistance of both Shockwave and several assembly arrays. "Unicron wishes to possess a carbon copy of Optimus Prime?"

"A copy that is incapable of feeling pain." Tarantulas clarified slightly. "And Nemesis Prime fits the bill perfectly." He cackled. "Or it will after my modifications are complete." He turned to face Galvatron as the assemblers continued their work.

"Modifications?" He asked.

"Well, the Primes' current body is far stronger than the one he had when this was made." Tarantulas explained. "So, to fight him now, Nemesis Prime needs some improvements of its' own."

"And the paint job?" Galvatron asked in a flat tone as he watched one assembler paint the red and blue body parts black teal and silver.

"Dramatic flair." The scientist exclaimed with a flourish as Galvatron rolled his optics. Tarantulas was such a Primadonna.

"How does he even plan to possess this abomination? It doesn't even have a spark to corrupt." Tarantulas laughed as he picked up a small cube from his work bench. Within the cube were several small energon spikes precariously close to a fragment of spark.

"Well, it just so happens that we have a half a spark to spare." He replied holding up the spark fragment that had once belonged to the Predacon Rampage. Turning back to the worktable Tarantulas held the cube over Nemesis Primes' chest, specifically the newly installed empty spark chamber. There was a brief second before the spark seemed to be sucked from the cube into the body.

"Hungry for life, eh?" Tarantulas laughed.

His laughter was cut short by a scream from Megatron. Tarantulas had recently decided to reinstall the tyrants' voice box with a 'mute' function. Primarily so he could enjoy the Decepticon conquerors' screams without listening to him yapping. Said conqueror was now undergoing an experimental procedure that would give his spark mitotic properties. The fact that the process was painful was only a boon for the deranged scientist.

"Oh, and how are we feeling today?" Tarantulas cackled with glee. Seeing Transmutate starring at the scene in horror, the scientist turned to her. "How much time do you think the big bad Megatron is going to buy you with his sacrifices?" He taunted. "Don't worry though, I have many games for you and I to play."

"You." Megatron growled during a brief lull in the pain. "Shall not touch herrraaahh." He began screaming again as the process continued. Transmutate looked on in horror as Megatron writhed on the table.

"It won't really matter in the end." Tarantulas laughed. "You'll be dead, and then I'll have my fun with her." Any further taunting was cut off as Transmutate started slamming her hands against the bars of her cage.

"Stop. Stop. Stop!" Transmutate cried out, hoping to spare her friend the pain. Tarantulas laughed mercilessly.

"Or what? "You gonna-" The scientist was cut off as a pulse of green energy erupted from the deformed femmes' mouth and slammed into his head, destroying part of it and sending him sailing across the room and into the wall.