(( OOC: Starshadow, N-H, your posts are getting way too short.
Get well soon, DarkSpark!
Thank you, Warwulf.
Edit: Seeing that Orcariner is going kinda slow,I guess we'll even the odds for Airazor even though.. OOP hates when I play hero. *LOL* )
Well when it's every battle, NK, and not letting someone else be the hero, it gets old.

By the way, thank you for taking over Waspinator. No idea what has happened to Convoy...
))
IC:
"They ran like the cowards they are,"
Rattrap had smirked at Aurora's comment about the female Predacons scurrying off. Hopefully, though, they wouldn't be joining back in the Predacon forces too quickly. More specificly right now while the Maximals were so scattered about and trying to catch up to their pods, likely to be outnumbered at the crash sites by the time they arrived.
"Rattrap, Feralnight, Silverstreak; I think I'm out of scanner range, but I'm comin' up pretty close to Crashville, it looks like Megatron and a couple o' the other space pirates are already there, and I hate to point out a glitch, but the protoforms might already be awake and makin' introductions. Should I start distracting, or wait out of sight so we can go in together?"
Yeah. This. Is. Awesome! he thought as he wildly drove around in his brand new vehicle mode. After adjusting his speed and testing his brakes, along with his agility around large objects such as trees and boulders, Rattrap caught up to Silverstreak and decelerated to a cruise that matched her pace just as Cheetor's voice rang in.
"Great," he said sarcastically to the bounding fox beside him,
"We're too late." Pausing, the hot-rodent added,
"Maybe." After all, maybe the protoforms were still Maximals and the Predacons were too late to change their programming. On the other hand, if they were Maximals, wouldn't the Preds have taken them down already? Too many variables and not enough information for a calculated approach.
"How about you try a little bit o' spyin' first, Cheetor?" Rattrap responded to the flying feline.
"Hang back outta sight an' see if you can eavesdrop and find out what's goin' on. We're right behind ya." Send him in outnumbered while he was still getting the hang of his new body? That was suicide and there was no way Rattrap was going to lose Cheetor under his command, not after everything Optimus had been through to keep them alive in this gloomy war. He knew how much the kid meant to the monkey.
Gotta do this right, he told himself.
"Feralnight, what's yer current position?" the rat opened a comm. link to the wolf/raven Fuzor.
"Converge on Cheetor's location as fast as you can but don't engage de Predacons."
Glancing at the female Maximal beside him with his neon green eyes, Rattrap asked,
"So... How's yer first day been so far? Heh." Having already been a part of this war since the beginning, used to all of these pod races and battles with the Predacons, he couldn't really imagine what it was like to be in Silverstreak's position, arriving right in the middle of all the chaos, right when the planet was about to explode. She seemed to be fairing remarkably well despite everything.
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Giving a second glance of hesitation at Frilla, Rhinox and Inferno, Tigatron went on to follow Aurora and Whitegrazer, exiting the
Axalon and converting to his beast mode.
"Aurora, there is something I been meaning to talk to you about."
The white tiger got the feeling it was more a private conversation between his two companions on this short trip, so he trotted on past them and toward the pod they were instructed to retrieve, scoping out the area ahead of time. This part of the region around their broken ship didn't seem to have been effected as much by the aliens' weapon. There was still some green grass and a few green bushes around. Slowling down to a cautious walk, Tigatron kept his sensors on full, his nose inhaling every scent on the cool, dawn breeze, and his ears twitching at almost every sound they could pick up, from the morning birds to the busy insects that had miraculously survived the attack just like they had thanks to Optimus.
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"It's a surprise and I want to see the look on your face when it happens. And yes, you will like it."
Hmmm. Optimus wasn't quite comfortable with TyCross's grin. He smelled a trick in the midst. How would he know what he would like? He didn't know Primal. This couldn't really be Whitegrazer's master. How did they ever tolerate one another?
"Don't be a sparkling about the pain," "hers is ten times worse."
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted when the string broke, and a gasp of pain escaped the former leader's mouth. He wasn't expecting that. And could it be called pain? It was like a shock directly to his spark. Now Optimus was growing impatient, intolerant and angry with this guy's antics and magic tricks. Was this to be the way he'd spend his eternity? Torture and mind games by this being before him?
"You'll have to excuse me, TyCross," Optimus said with a sarcastic tone and a pinch of aggravation, "I only just got here and already you're pushing my boundaries." He sent him a quick glare, still left in the dark, unaware of what TC was trying to accomplish. Just communication? No, it had to be something more. All that "it's not your time" talk and "it's a surprise, you'll like it." Enough with the riddles! "Her's is ten times worse? Then stop this nonsense!" He didn't want her to feel any more anguish!
"That's her role, her answer."
Noticing the string reappearing, Primal grew quiet and looked at TyCross.
"She taught you those meditations, didn't she? Well, I need you to really concentrate. Imagine that you are the string, searching for your own half to be completed."
Studying him with a perplexed expression while he listened, Optimus finally gave in and began to calm himself down. Breathing in slowly, holding, and exhaling slowly. Breathing? In death? Whatever. Nothing is making sense anymore,
he thought. Just roll with it.
Recalling the techniques of finding peace, warmth and tranquility within himself that Whitegrazer had taught him, his slightly translucent optics dimmed as he released all of his frustration, sorrow, and loneliness.
"Focus."
He was focusing as hard as he could without making himself notice he was doing so. He thought nothing of Megatron, his Predacons, or anything negative. Only positives like his Maximals, his friends, the planet's soft breeze and sweet flower scents carried along with it, and Whitegrazer. Every detail of her face was generated in his mind. Her smile, her optics. It was as if he could reach out and gently lay the palm of his hand on her cheek. Whitegrazer,
he thought, lost in his mind, in his meditation, forgetting about TyCross and his magical wire that was attached to him.