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((OOC: So it looks like we're combining the last 3 episodes into one chapter. Let's end it with a cliffhanger. The moment OP dies, we start Season 2 with a brand new topic.))
(ooc: End immediately upon the death of Primal? I suppose it would be sort of a cliffhanger, but.. we all know he comes back. So maybe end after the other characters have been given the chance to go 'oh noes!'?)
Thank you for your input, Phoenix and Alak. I'm not sure about giving the Maximals a chance for their "oh noes,"
, at the end of the finale. That could carry on for quite some time, I imagine. Then again, it might be a little awkward to begin a new season and a new episode with something dramatic that happened at the end of the previous season. Hm. I don't know, I kind of like the sudden cliffhanger, even though we know OP comes back but that won't happen immediately, of course. I don't think we've started an episode before as a continuation from another, so maybe that would be something nice/different to do. I kind of like the cliffhanger idea, similar to the show.
Also, everyone, I have given Wildfire permission to take control of Megatron; I think it will help out NK. Megs needs to be more active in the game, especially now.
Blackrosefencer, if you really want to play Rattrap, I'll give him to you. You'll probably play him better than me. It would help me save a lot of time if I just play two characters instead of three. What say you? Want to drop an audition post off at the canon auditions topic? Be my guest!
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IC:
It had been an early morning for the Maximal leader, although he was never one to sleep in anyway. After having made his quiet rounds in robot mode throughout the
Axalon before the sun rose, never disturbing his crew in slumber, Optimus wound up back in his quarters, organizing things and keeping it tidy. Then he sat at his desk and reviewed his logs and information, revising things here and there and looking over the specs for his newest additions; Aurora, Arachnitron and Ironclaw. As light began creeping in through his window, he sat back in his chair in thought. His gaze lowered to his left hand that laid palm-down on his desk, and he lifted it toward his face, studying the scars that had been left by Nemesis' sai. While Frilla's first time tending to such a drastic wound had turned out be a success for her and her new occupation of becoming a field medic, some injuries just couldn't be healed entirely. The same went for the hole that he had acquired in his shoulder from his clone; there was a small scar on the front and the back of his body where his sword had been driven through. For the most part, his scarred hand functioned normally, but every once in a while it would lock up, or cramp, only for a moment. It was no surprise after all of the internal injuries it had suffered. Primal never thought he would be where he was right now. He did not mean for his Maximals to fall into a war of survival. He wished he could have taken them back home a long time ago.
As his red optics lingered on his hand that lowered, his thoughts drifted to Nemesis, their Predacon captive in the
Axalon's brig. It appeared her behavior had improved since he last spoke with her in her cell, and so releasing her sometime soon had crossed his mind. What was left to prove? He couldn't change her perspective or her beliefs, nor did he really want to. She was who she was just as he was who he was. Her history was tragic, but at least he had learned that much from her. Then again, actions like hers may very well cost someone's life some day. If they simply kept her locked up, she couldn't harm anyone. However, Optimus couldn't keep someone caged; he'd have to let her go eventually. Why continue to keep his crew in danger with her aboard? This thought process inevitably lead to Whitegrazer, who had almost lost her life. He recalled seeing her spark, and feeling the presence of her while she had been in the CR. He imagined there were many more things he had yet to learn from her. She was a great instructor and teacher, and he believed everyone was benefiting from her teachings and her positive energy, especially him.
Optimus Primal, the Captain of a simple exploration vessel transformed into a commanding officer of war. How did it come to this? Maybe it was destiny, that it ran in the family. Family. These Maximals were his family; young and old. And he cared for them unconditionally. But he carried deeper feelings for one individual. As the Commander, would it be inappropriate of him to enter in a relationship with Whitegrazer? Would it be a disraction? Would the Predacons take advantage, inevitably putting Whitegrazer's life in grave danger? Should he let all of those possible scenarios stand in the way of a bond that could be unbreakable, and waste the rest of his life wondering what could have been? Why should he be denied the right to feel this emotion and to have it returned, assuming she felt the same way? He was just an exploration Captain, not a war General. Should his rank interfer with his feelings?
Some light rustling beyond Primal's door and down the corridors snapped him out of his day dreaming, telling him some of the Maximals had since wakened and were now roaming about. The sun had risen by now as he glanced out the window in his room, sighing to himself in his chair and deciding that it was time he spoke with Whitegrazer about this "situation." It was time to confront his feelings and find out how she felt, especially while things around the base were still quiet, and everyone had their duties to tend to.
"Whitegrazer," Optimus called softly over his communication link to her's.
"May I see you in my quarters, please?" Unbeknownst to him that she was already on her way with her own concerns that far outweighed his own silly emotions.
(( OOC: Unsure yet what to do with Tigatron right now. Any ideas you have with Airazor, WorpeX? And I'll hold off on Rattrap in case Blackrosefencer would like to take control over him.
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Here we go!
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until Optimus returns. 
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