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Night time had overcome the surface of the prehistoric planet Earth, and Blackarachnia and Tarantulas were deeply engaged in battle. It is not exactly recorded for how long they were fighting, but the two Transformers were throwing everything they had at each other. If they knew what a kitchen sink was, they would have thrown it as well. Tarantulas was in beast mode for most of the brawl so he could try out a new strategy he had conjured up that day, which had Blackarachnia a bit disappointed since she now always wanted to fight in her new Transmetal 2 robot mode. The blue and gold spider then grabbed the widow's front right leg and didn't let go of it for several minutes. Blackarachnia did not exactly recognize the "attack" Tarantulas displayed to her, but afterwards felt a little tired. She had also noticed that the tip of her leg was shooting out sparks, even though no damage could clearly be seen. As she felt weaker by the cycle, waiting for her creator to finish her, she saw a silver bolt in the sky coming towards her, which wasn't only the object's description, but his name as well. She thought that her lover would fight Tarantulas to the death to try to protect her, but instead he merely helped her to her feet as the Predacon sped away to his lair in dragster mode. "Are you all right, My One Desire?" the Fuzor asked, as hokey as usual. She hesitated for a moment, then answered "Uh, yeah, I'm fine", although she wasn't.

Silverbolt and Blackarachnia had returned to their base, receiving any repairs as necessary, and not giving their little quarrel with Tarantulas another thought. Through the next few months, Blackarachnia had changes in her behavior that did not exactly catch the Maximals' good sides. She had become rather ravenous when fueling up on energon (not unlike Chris Farley with a box of bear claws), and she was sounding more like the crude, boorish Predacon she used to be. Silverbolt had on several occasions told her that Optimus had ordered them both on a mission into enemy territory, and Blackarachnia would retort with something like "Well, tell Optimus to shove it up his skid-plate!" or something to that extent. Silverbolt knew that even for a former Pred, there is no reason at all why she should act like this, and asked Rhinox to give her a physical check. "Something is wrong with her, and I want it taken care of." Rhinox complied, and carried out several tests on her, trying to locate anything irregular that may interfere with her normal activity. Finally, he asked Blackarachnia and Silverbolt to sit down. He told them something that almost made the both of them sick...... "Well, Blackarachnia, you're pregnant", said the defense unit Rhinox.

The words hung over the three Maximals for several moments then crashed onto them one by one, much like the Axalon had crashed to prehistoric Earth three stellarcycles ago. Blackarachnia was flabbergasted as she tried to ask Rhinox what he had just told her, but only managed to say "..........uh................ wh........ I-I..." Silverbolt merely stared at his companion, trying to grasp the theory that his beloved possibly had been cheating on him. He certainly never believed in sex before marriage, so this news had a pretty large affect on him to hear that she was with Spark. It also had a rather humorous affect on Rattrap, who had just now entered. "Eh, couldn't wait any longe', eh Bowser-Boy?" the rat ridiculed. "How'd ya' do it? Boid-doggy style no doubt, heh heh heh!" he chuckled to himself, making a crack on Silverbolt's unusual beast mode. "I didn't do it!" snapped the normally calm Silverbolt. "Who am I to put Blackarachnia, my one true love, into a position to give birth when we're not even married?" Silverbolt exclaimed in frustration, although it was not exactly clear to whom he was asking the question. Rattrap gave a look that seemed to say "Oh, please......." then whispered to Blackarachnia. "Well, he definitely put ya' in some kinda' position!"

Blackarachnia was trying to go into sleep mode in her quarters that night, but couldn't accept the fact that she was pregnant. What had happened? Where had she gotten the genetic information to create a brand new Spark? She and Silverbolt both shared great affection to one another, but not even with her expert skills of sweet-talking men into bed could she talk him into premarital intercourse. She was thinking about the past months, but couldn't remember any time when she may have merged Sparks with another man. But there was a thought that never left the back of her mind...... and finally came to her consciousness; the fight with Tarantulas. His desire to stay in beast mode, his constant attack of grabbing her front right leg, they fit perfectly into the situation. It was completely inconspicuous as well. If she had a digestive system she would vomit right then and there. The reality of the situation finally hit her. She had been raped by Tarantulas! The actual male spider's reproductive organs are found in its front left leg, and when mating it grabs the female's front right leg and passes its semen to the female. The beast modes of Tarantulas and Blackarachnia were, unfortunately, much more than meets the eye, which wasn't exactly the best of ironies at this point in time.

She was thinking a great deal about this fact for two or three megacycles now, wondering what to do. She couldn't tell Optimus or Rhinox of who the father was, otherwise they would tell her to Ctrl-Alt-Delete on the Spark inside her. She couldn't live with abandoning her first born. "Besides, unexpected and unfathered pregnancies happen all the time, don't they?" she figured. What was she going to tell Silverbolt? How could she tell him that he would soon be the father of the spawn of a demonic tarantula? The next morning, after she had finally energized from sleep mode, Blackarachnia and Silverbolt went on their daily routines, even though they had constantly flashed strange glances to each other, much like the "we-didn't-boink-last-night" look. "So........." Silverbolt finally spoke to her, "how is it doing so far?" He figured that as long as the Spark was coming, he might as well attempt to appear optimistic about it. "Oh, um. It's doing okay", she replied casually, not looking at her consort. "Oh, what the Pit am I doing??? Silverbolt, I..." Blackarachnia started, but then stopped. "What is it?" asked Silverbolt, with an inflection in his voice that made him sound more worried. Blackarachnia spoke softly after a moment. "...........Nothing, forget it."

Tarantulas' idea of getting Blackarachnia into pregnancy is not unconnected to his short video library of Jerry Springer episodes he had smuggled from the 1990's of modern day planet Earth. He had observed that there were so many human women who have cheated on their boyfriends and had kids soon afterwards, without them knowing it, it was inconceivable to Tarantulas how the human race survived 4 million years of civilization without destroying themselves. 9 out of 10 of the problems in situations like that were so complex that they couldn't even be solved by the time the show had ended. This concept was a bit primitive, considering that they were the latest in state-of-the-art robots in disguise from an alien world, but it would cause so much chaos in the Maximal lines and no one would suspect him of the deed. The new "Maxicon", as it were, would sabotage the Maximals and not a one of them would have the killer instinct to destroy the young ally. It was absolutely brilliant. "This is absolutely brilliant! Tee hee hee hee hee hee hee!" he cackled from his lair, taking his cue from the previous sentence.

According to Blackarachnia's on-board computer, some months later, the Spark's development was near completion. The Maximals had been watching the fallen stasis pods, hoping that one would reveal a blank. They were always happy to have a fully functional ally join the team, but putting Blackarachnia's new Spark into a used body rather than a custom built one would just cut down on what little resources they still had since the inconvenient demise of the Axalon. Silverbolt was extremely worried about the condition of Blackarachnia's new son and/or daughter, even though he and everybody else knew that it wasn't his own. Then one afternoon, Blackarachnia slowly hauled herself into Silverbolt's chamber. "I... I think it's time. My Spark ejection procedure just started." Silverbolt quickly got her into the lab, where Rhinox was hurriedly setting up the equipment to receive her Spark. The technique for catching newborn Sparks and inserting them into their bodies is a tedious procedure that must be mastered several times to get it right. Fortunately, since he was a defense unit without much to do at the base but rattling around waiting for the enemy to come to him, Rhinox had gained all the medical knowledge necessary to do it.

Cheetor and Optimus were waiting outside the lab with Silverbolt, Rhinox, and Blackarachnia inside. This was clearly an operation which Optimus had felt was inappropriate for Cheetor's teenage optics. Rattrap would have been there with them, but he was deep in yet another argument with Depthcharge, which he rather enjoyed doing. Blackarachnia was holding onto Silverbolt's hand throughout the entire procedure, and Silverbolt never saw her in a more beautiful state than the one she was in. That may sound a bit corny, even for Silverbolt, but thankfully since she was a robot, Blackarachnia never lost her figure or composure when having the Spark, unlike most human females, so he never really saw a difference. She never exactly screamed during the delivery, but did groan a bit since disconnecting the Spark's auxiliary life support functions was sort of painful. Blackarachnia was in the prime of her existence, and Silverbolt observed in adoration. Twenty cycles later, Blackarachnia exited the lab, with a beam of light that seemed to shine itself across her blue face. She walked out with a hand in her own, but it wasn't Silverbolt's. The hand belonged to her new son.

Silverbolt and Blackarachnia named him Doubledealer, after the Decepticon from the Great War 300 years ago, and called him 'Dealer for short. Silverbolt didn't know why Blackarachnia wanted him to have a name that belonged to the most deceitful of all the Decepticons, but she had insisted. She knew that her son was from both Maximal and Predacon, so Doubledealer seemed to fit him just fine. But she would never tell anyone. Ironically enough, Doubledealer was a Transmetal, who had a beast mode that was a falcon, and a vehicle mode which was a tank, almost exactly like the ancient Decepticon. 'Dealer was like any other Maximal, always defending his comrades in battle, always waiting for the Predacons to throw the first punch... but there was this strange otherness about him that made all the other Maximals uneasy. Except for Blackarachnia, who had seemed to expect the otherness in question. He was quiet and mostly kept to his quarters, and was apparently an extremely well defined artist, with incredible motor skills. Whenever he had a spare moment, he would spend it sketching on used paper that hadn't been recycled yet, or on a computer program he had developed just for the purpose. His new family liked his technique when he showed them his work, but not so much the content itself. 'Dealer had a speciality in the morbid arts, and usually did pieces like planets exploding, or famous Autobot veterans in a recycling plant, or a little puppy lying dead with its head two inches off its neck.

As the friendly joker of the Maximal group, Rattrap had on several occasions tried to show 'Dealer a good time. Rattrap had caught 'Dealer on his way outside. "Eh, hey there, kid! Hey, want ta' see 'dis compute' game I've been playin'? It's pretty fun," Rattrap had offered. He had a game loaded up that was "shoot-em- up" style, with simulated Waspinators that appeared to be the only targets in the level. "....uh, no thanks." 'Dealer said quickly and he was gone. Blackarachnia had come onto the bridge, with a distressed looked on her face. "Where is he going?" she asked Rattrap, which what had sounded like was more respect to him than usual. "Eh, I dunno," he started. "But a kid who doesn' wanna' play video games is kinda'........ yeeeeech!" Rattrap said wincing.

Megatron was furious to hear that a new Maximal had entered the remainder of the Beast Wars. This news only enhanced his already bad mood, since he had failed to interface himself with the Darkside in a new experiment he had tried that, hypothetically, would enable him to command the ship with a mere thought. His mood would have been altered if he had known that he would master the theory back on Cybertron in the not-too-distant future. "Where are all these Maximals coming from?!?!?!?!?!?!?" he yelled in frustration. "Hmm, it's almost as if they were multiplying like rabbits! Tee hee hee hee!" Tarantulas had chuckled to himself at a computer screen. Megatron turned on the spider in a bit confusion. "What is that supposed to mean, exactly?" he asked closing in on him. Tarantulas had then realized he had made a terrible mistake. The Maximals may be listening somehow, he couldn't give out his plan. He darted behind Megatron on his hoverpad, and made a clean getaway. Until he suddenly ran into Inferno who was there to catch him. "The Royalty asked you a question! Answer Her!" the ant said indignantly. Tarantulas couldn't see anyway out, and told Megatron the whole story of when he "slept" with Blackarachnia, even though technically speaking, he never did.

"..................and that's it," Tarantulas confirmed after a few moments the explanation ended, waiting for Megatron to suddenly beat him silly with his T-Rex tail. Megatron stared into space, pondering the situation, then turned to Tarantulas. ".......This new Maximal is your son????" he asked intrigued. "Interesting.....yes." Tarantulas was quite surprised to find himself still standing and not getting beaten silly by Megatron and his tail. ".......And it gets better. I have a cyber-psychic link between my Spark and his own", Tarantulas said. "I can control his every whim and he doesn't know it! I got the idea for the link back when I had mental control of Blackarachnia. Tee hee hee hee hee." "You what?!?" Megatron exclaimed as Tarantulas turned around to continue his duties. It was then that Megatron beat Tarantulas silly with his tail, and he fell onto a boulder that barely protruded from the lake of lava that surrounded the base. "This just isn't my day...." the spider grumbled to himself.

It was late one night, and Rhinox was once again up at the overnight shift, defending the Axalon. The Maximals had gotten used to 'Dealer's gory talent, and liked to refer to it as "a simple hobby". That night, he had a strange dream, even more unusual than his constant repetitive nightmares. He was standing alone, in a pitch black room, and something was coming at him from out of nowhere. The object was now less than seven feet away from him, and it appeared to be a large, blue and purple head, with three sets of horizontal fangs, narrow yellow eyes and short pink horns. "Doubledealer..." the head had said in a hoarse voice, which he would have recognized as Tarantulas, if he knew who he was. "............listen to me....." the head continued. ".....I am your master. You will obey only my voice, and neither of the Maximals. You are now my loyal servant. You will do only that which I choose...." 'Dealer found himself nodding to every word Tarantulas' head was saying. The dream ended as Tarantulas cackled into the darkness, as he always did, and a large Spark seemed to come out of his forehead and engulf all of 'Dealer's sight as he awoke.

'Dealer and Blackarachnia were outside, manned at the gun turrets recycled from Sentinel's auto-gun system. "What are you thinking about, 'Dealer?" Blackarachnia asked him, since there was really nothing more to do. "Oh, nothing", he replied, while actually thinking of the imminent destruction of his comrades. Suddenly, a noise caught both of the Maximals' attention. Missile fire could clearly be heard in the distance, some three miles away. "Blackarachnia to Optimus", she radioed. "We've got trouble in grid Zion. Cheetor's out there and may need backup." "Go ahead with Doubledealer. I'm on my way", Optimus ordered. 'Dealer transformed to beast mode as did Blackarachnia, and headed off. If Blackarachnia's auditory receptors weren't being disrupted by the wind blowing by her head as 'Dealer carried her through the air, she would have heard him mutter ".....perfect......"

No actual Predacons were at the scene where Cheetor was, although he did find it extremely difficult to hit the mindless, jet-like robot he was currently engaged with. This was another of Megatron's experiments that would apply greatly to his own future on Cybertron. It didn't appear to have any legs, it had only three pointy fingers on each hand, and the only thing that made up the robot's face was a flat metal plate that was just below its beady eyes. "Oh, Primus...." Cheetor thought to himself pathetically as he fought the object. He had the thing cornered and was about to slice it's head off with his bare claws, when he was rudely interrupted by a missile blast from behind him that blew the robot to smithereens. Blackarachnia and Doubledealer both arrived and transformed into robot mode. Blackarachnia took note on how minimal the robot's endurance seemed to be. "Wasn't that a little too easy?" she asked Cheetor and 'Dealer. "Perhaps altogether too well!" shouted another voice.

The three Maximals spun around and found themselves confronted by Megatron, Rampage, and Dinobot. "Well done, Doubledealer..." said Tarantulas as he emerged from behind Megatron. 'Dealer didn't reply. He was too busy holding his head in pain, as a variety of jumbled thoughts were suddenly racing through his CPU trying to establish what he should do. Cheetor and Blackarachnia were already in hot pursuit of their attackers before they received any damage. Blackarachnia used her new ability of telekinesis, lifted Tarantulas about a mile into the air, then simply stopped thinking about it. Being a robot maybe 300 pounds in weight, Tarantulas' personal inertia didn't exactly help him from falling at a mile high altitude, and fell to the ground with a crash. Where he had been standing was nothing more than a hole five feet deep, and shaped like his silhouette. "Now that's how to get high on life!" remarked Cheetor in a British accent, chuckling to himself and grimacing pointlessly. Blackarachnia stared at him in a bit of confusion, then resumed with the battle.

Cheetor proceeded to fire his rocket launcher at the two Predacons sharing the single, indestructible Spark. As the big lug that he was, Rampage was pretty much an easy target, even though he could handle much more damage than any other Pred could guess. But Cheetor found it extremely difficult to actually keep a target on Dinobot. With surprising agility, he leaped behind the cat, and sent him flying to the ground in what would be referred to as a karate kick, if they had practiced the martial arts on Cybertron. Before Cheetor could realize what was happening (Dinobot was still moving with lightening speed at this point), his claws had been sliced off from his fingers, and his rocket launcher was ripped from his back and crushed into tiny shards. 'Old Chopper-face' really knew what he was doing. He then fired his powerful optic laser at Cheetor's side, sending him twenty yards away. He would finish him off later. "Stupid kid....." he said with a snarl. He had always wanted to say that, but knew he couldn't back when he was a Maximal.

Megatron simply sat back a few yards, watching the fight. "I don't know why nobody televises things like this anymore...no," he said to himself leaning back on a boulder.

As the mosh-pit of arguments continued to riffle through 'Dealer's head, he had failed to notice what had been happening to Blackarachnia. As Rampage started to toy around with Cheetor, as he always did, Dinobot had picked up what was left of Cheetor's claw and threw them at Blackarachnia, pinning her razor-sharp golden wrist sickles to a nearby boulder. She struggled as hard as she could trying to break free, but Dinobot was already advancing towards her. "A pity Megatron will never get the Ark's access codes," he said a few inches from her face. "It's rather difficult for one to extract such information from a pile of shattered slag!!" And with that, Dinobot aimed his optic laser at her; right in the center of her chest, that housed her Spark. She could feel the heat coming off her body, and closed her eyes in terror, waiting for this freak of Cybertronian technology to finish her off. But it didn't come. Instead she heard a voice from her far right yelling "Mother!!! Noooooooooo!!!!!!!!"

Doubledealer was flying at Dinobot, head-on, trying to shield Blackarachnia from the blast. He succeeded. And as bad luck would have it, the energy blast from Dinobot's eye failed to hit 'Dealer's chest and managed to find its way through a small crack that lead to his internal systems. 'Dealer crashed to the ground with a clank, and lay as if dead. Dinobot did the same, almost simultaneously. Only his cause and effect was from a powerful blast half a mile away from Optimus, as he sailed gracefully through the sky in aerial attack mode, with Depthcharge and Silverbolt close behind him. The three airborne Maximals continued to fire at the remaining Predacons left standing. Before they let another round of missile fire to overtake them, Megatron, Tarantulas and Rampage turned and fled. Optimus and Depthcharge hurried to aid whatever was left of Cheetor that hadn't been blown to slag, while Silverbolt dashed over to Blackarachnia. "Are you all right, My Love?" he asked her once she was free. But instead of answering, she had rushed to her dying son.

Blackarachnia could see gobs of molten iron and steel flowing out from 'Dealer's structure, and just stared at him, knowing that there was nothing that she could do. ".....Are you alright?...." he asked her weakly. Blackarachnia nodded, and Silverbolt knelt beside her. "I'm sorry," Silverbolt said to her, putting his arm around her. Blackarachnia remained speechless and held onto Doubledealer's hand as he laid there and just seemed to sizzle out. His exostructure was once again left as a blank. Silverbolt helped Blackarachnia to her feet, still sobbing over her loss, and he didn't know if she would be able to recover from this trauma. The Maximals gathered Doubledealer's limp body for the recycling ritual, and they never saw him again.

The End