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Waspinator flew stealthfully with the red 'dactyl, as fast as he could in order to reach the Maximal base before any flyers left there to help their fallen stasis pods. How great it would be to annilate Optimus Primal right when he left. Not only would it be one less flyer to worry about, but he'd be taking out the
leader! More confusion among the ranks, like a disturbed little ant farm.
Arrving at the Maximals' territory, the wasp flew down and hid in the rocky terrain not too far from the entrance of the Axalon, waiting for the right moment to strike...
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"I am not normally an advocate of caution, Optimus Primal, but, in this case, I must register my concern. Megatron does not always behave as one might... expect."
The gorilla gave a small roll of his eyes at Dinobot before responding.
"He'll want to reach the pod first, same as us. Right now it's a race, pure and simple! Optimus Primal, maximize!" The Maximal Commander transformed to his robot mode and opened the see-through door to the lift.
"Nonetheless," "you will do me the honor of permitting me to exit first. I have... suspicions."
By the Matrix, Dinobot wasn't going to stand aside. So instead of wasting more time and bickering about it, Optimus allowed him to check out the immediate area. After all, Dinobot knew Megatron better than any of them there.
"Alright," Primal finally agreed,
"but hurry!"
"Dinobot, maximize!"
Optimus watched the raptor exit the base and waited impatiently above. Perhaps it was mental exhaustion that was clouding Primal's judgement. One "weakness" he did have was caring too much, if that could be considered a weakness. Enemies coud use it against him, but it was also a strength to his crew.
"My scanners detect no hostiles," "yet something feels... amiss. Permit me to lead a scouting patrol."
Primus, he still wasn't satisfied? They were wasting their opportunity to get ahead of the Predacons! The leader grumbled and shook his head in disagreement.
"There isn't time! One of my comrades is out there somewhere, and every second counts!" Optimus eagerly threw at Dinobot.
"Your emotion chips are overriding your caution circuits. I insist upon a scouting patrol."
That was enough for Optimus. Frustrated and concerned for the well-being of his fallen comrade, he had had it with Dinobot questioning his orders. They were losing time!
"I am in command here!" Primal reminded the raptor.
"Now stand aside!" With that, he stepped onto the lift's platform, shoving Dinobot against the side. Both of them were lowered down to the ground in the night. And everything still remained quiet outside.
"Prime jets, on!" The leader's jets were activated and he flew up into the air a little bit, just nearby the Axalon. Hovering, he turned around in the air to face Dinobot below and said,
"Have Rhinox, Cheetor and Rattrap follow me as quickly as possible. We have to-" Before he could finish, a shot that seemed to suddenly come out of no where hammered Primal right on the side of his stomach.
"ARGH" he cried out from the jolt. It hadn't knocked his jets off-line but he appeared to be outwinded, temporarily floating helplessly above the ground. The hit spun him about 90º counterclockwise, making his whole front side vulnerable to more shots. Then more shots came at him, as well as Dinobot, before they stopped, luckily missing Primal.
Waspinator ducked behind the bolders and looked at Terrorsaur.
"Ooooo. Wazzzpinator got him!" he rubbed in his partner's ego.