"I read you," Tigatron whispered into his comm. link. He was relieved to know a friend was on the way but how long would it take her to reach him? His eyes caught movement just ahead of him. It looked like someone about his size, and black. Most likely a Predacon, and he doubted that it was alone."Feralnight to Tigatron, I am on the way to your location, do you read?"
Slag! They were closer than Optimus anticipated. "Feralnight, Tigatron, there are two Predacons in your proximity," he told them through the Nomad's secured transmission."No kidding," "I just picked up two Pred signatures, and they're getting closer to Tigatron."
Tigatron was not one to panic. He could smell the black one that was approaching him, but since he hadn't met all of the Predacons, he didn't recognize the scent. The other one was most likely a flier, but he didn't know where it was. To move, or not to move, was the question.
Suddenly, there was a loud crack next to Starshadow, like a tree branch snapping in half. But there appeared to be nothing there.
The tiger's ears darted at the sound, and his pupils enlarged. The tip of his tail twitched, ready to sprint.
"Agreed," said Primal when he glanced at Orcariner below. "Rattrap, Cheetor, help Orcariner with that," he ordered."Optimus," "I think we should prepare a part of this hanger as a medical bay. Feralnight and Tigatron may find themselves in a confrontation before we arrive. Not that I doubt their victory, but it wouldn't be a bad idea to prepare for the worst."
"You got it," Rattrap replied. He stood up from his seat and walked over to the ladder, sliding all the way down it on the handles and landing on the floor below. "What kinda medical supplies we got down here?" he asked the whale.