(( OOC: For now, I am back at home safe and sound. Back to work tomorrow. But this weekend I will be down in Maryland for a convention, so I may get tied up again. I will try my best to keep up with the game.
@ Worpex: Really? Same difference...
Sorry about that. I had a fifty-fifty chance, though.
))
Watching Manterror sneak off, distracted away from him, "Clear Convoy" was taken unaware by Tarantulas' next shot. The web immediately draped over him and pulled him to the ground. Growling, laying on his stomach, the fake Primal struggled to get free. How was it that more and more of these bots could see him when he was cloaked? They learned quickly, did they?
Fools! What do you think you're doing?! That creature is out to exterminate us all! We have no time for your maximal sentiment and stupid squabbles, it'll just take the opportunity to escape! So you survived one dose..your immune system is impressive, but not unheard of...And I have no problem with administering an overdose.
The alien tried to think quickly for an escape while the spider targeted him. To his other side, Feralnight was also aiming at him. Everything was going wrong! Using his good left arm, he reached over his head and unsheathed one of his swords, then sliced through the webbing. Bringing himself up to a kneel and dropping his sword to use his wrist cannons on that same arm, he fired at Tarantulas but took some hits from Feralnight. One hammered his side, and another hit his already badly damaged shoulder. Hollering out in pain, "Gaargh!" he fell on to his side on the ground next to his sword and automatically decloaked, laying visible to everyone. He was then quiet and motionless.
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"Where did the sword stab you?"
"Here," Optimus touched his side with his index finger where the alien had thrusted his sword right though his body.
"I don't really agree with this." "If there is a link-"
"What have we... got to lose?" the leader asked, looking up at Whitegrazer and Valkyrie. He knew someone would disagree with this plan, but it was his decision. They had to know if the link worked both ways; it may have devasting affects.
"We have to find a way to severe the link somehow."
"And quickly. If... if Megatron learns of this information..." Primal shook his head, then glanced over his shoulder when Dinobot took off to the battle, peering past the tree line and into the open area where the others were fighting.
"Close your optics, Optimus...deep breaths..."
Just feeling Whitegrazer's gentle grasp on his shoulder relieved some of his tension. Studying her calm face, listening to her soft voice, he trusted her and his red optics went dark. Inhaling deeply, he let out a long exhale and tried clearing his mind. It was difficult to do so in the middle of battle, half his crew missing underground, and their fate of whether or not they recovered the transwarp device. Although his optics were "closed," they narrowed, struggling to focus. Suddenly, Optimus grabbed his right shoulder with his left hand, lifted his head and cried out,
"Hhhaaaaarrrgh!" falling on to his side and was then still - when his clone was shot by Feralnight. He tried fighting it, tried following Whitegrazer's earlier instructions, but this time it was too much. He had little control over the matter. Neither him or his clone were in stasis lock, just unconscious. The Maximal leader laid there in silence, his optics dark.
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"I know, but I can't help but worry about him."
"Hm," Tigatron nodded to Saber-Fang.
"Multiply that by ten and you will understand the concern he holds for each of us every day," the teal Maximal pointed out.
"Well, I can feel my arm again, thank you Tigatron."
"You are welcome, my feline friend," he smiled lightly.
"I would avoid putting too much pressure on it before your beast mode can properly repair the damaged joint," Tigatron recommended.
Suddenly hearing Optimus Primal's cry, the maximized white tiger stood up and turned to face in his direction. Waiting for a brief moment, he finally called back to them.
"Whitegrazer! What has happened?"
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"Hey, Ocariner," "You're the resident detect-energy-and-signature 'bot, right? Can you still detect the transwarp signature down here, or is something blocking you? Because I was thinking, for the optimal effectiveness of this whole trap, the aliens would want to put the false signature close to wherever the most horribly lost place in this cavern is. You know- that way you get as many 'bots in as much trouble as possible. And well, if you can detect where the signature is, than we can make sure we're navigating away from it."
"The transwarp signature is still there, but it's not strong at all. Considering that we're underground, I'd say the beacon was intended to be projected upwards towards the surface to catch our attentions prior to springing the trap. Since we're on a lateral plane and these walls which are made of unknown properties are hindering wave travels, the signal is much weaker. We're fortunate however, that these aliens needed to make this transwarp signature powerful enough to travel across the continent. Such a potent radiation allows it to penetrate the labyrinth and provides us an even greater precise look at where this beacon is coming from. On the other hand, logic dictates that the closer we travel to the beacon, the more populated the area will become with traps. It's not a good idea to go in that direction, but I don't know where else we could wander off to."
Listening to Orcariner and Steelclaw, Rattrap stopped for a moment and stood up on his hind legs, scratching at the rock wall and feeling around for any loose or soft dirt. Something like that could either lead to another tunnel or a cave in. Either way, he knew he should be checking for such weak spots so no one would accidentally puncture it or apply pressure and create a collapse. Getting back down to all fours, the rat continued forward.
"You said something before about Predacons accepting stereotypes." "What are these stereotypes?"
"If you don't mind my asking, what did you imagine your mission was today when you found out about the transwarp signature?"
"Same as the mission a while back. We find the craft responsible for emitting the transwarp signature and hail an S.O.S. Also like the last time, we expected you guys to come and attempt to break that up. I was hoping we'd actually be successful this time, that is, until this became an apparent trap."
It was incredibly difficult for Rattrap to keep his mouth shut during their conversation.
"Teh!" he finally let out.
"We knew you and your Predhead friends wanted yer greedy little hands all over it, so we had ta come an' stop ya's, just like every other time. What're we supposed ta think when Megatron gets a hold of that alien technology? That he's gonna share it? No way, Yogi. So before he steals it and tries killin' us and conquering the universe, we gotta save ourselves and stop him, you, and de rest of the Predascum that just wants ta rule everything with an iron fist." Anger and frustration could be sensed in his voice.
"And this right here is exactly what I imagined our mission bein' like taday. Nothin' but aliens, Predacons, and traps."
Noticing something ahead of them, Rattrap suddenly took off at a light gallop, scurrying out of reach of their illumination, seemingly vanishing in the darkness ahead before stopping and looking down another tunnel. They had come to a fork. Now what? Looking back at the group with their shallow light scource still walking toward him, he said,
"Welp, we got another problem, guys."
Oh my! That's going to be very tiresome, going from airport to airport. XD Oh I just remembered I made a post back then with Blackarachnia but I guess I will just delete that one since like I said on my last post, I was quite confused. XD I'm not now xD))
I hope this post is all right.))
And also show a glimpse into the future alien technology that we'll see more of in season 3 with Cheetor. Yesss. 