OOP wrote: Crouching low to the ground, Rattrap strafed some of the TransMetal spider's cyber venom shots and finally stood up, lifting Rhinox's chain gun out in front of him with both hands. "Say hello to my 'lil friend!" he shouted back at Tarantulas, immediately pulling the trigger and firing off several rounds of bullets toward him. It mercilessly shook Rattrap's arms and he had no idea how Big Green was always so accurate with it but he tried maintaining his aim and keeping his balance.
"Stick to guns your own size, vermin, Hehahahaha!" Tarantulas mocked, ducking to the side to evade his inaccurate shots, chuckling at the sight of such a frail maximal trying to wield a weapon meant for someone several times his height and weight.
Blackrosefencer wrote: Gun shots. Hearing the shots towards Tarantulas sobered Arachnitron immediately. The future played out in Arachnitron's mind in seconds and without Tarantulas, her future would be grim at best. Not only would she be targeted without him around to repair the Inhibitor Chip and keep the Maximal programming at bay, but she would be lost without his guidance. She needed him.
"TARANTULAS!" she cried out fearfully. Pushing past her own pain, she climbed up over the rocks she had been using as cover, but Rattrap had disappeared for a moment. She raced across the battlefield to see how Tarantulas fared after taking the shots from Rhinox' chain gun weapon.
Before she could reach Tarantulas, Rattrap appeared again armed with his rat tail turned sword. She noticed one of the other Predacons flying above and firing at the rat. Even though she knew he'd be taken care of, she didn't care. She had no idea what he had done to Tarantulas. He may have missed for all she knew, but she didn't care. She was angry that he had fired at Tarantulas at all. She turned towards Rattrap with an icy glare. Without a moment's hesitation, she raised her cybervenom launcher and fired at him hoping to hit him square in the chest. She didn't speak a word, she just sent him a look of intense anger as an explanation for her actions in exchange for what he had done to Tarantulas.
Before Tarantulas even had a chance to return fire on the rat, his newest pawn, Arachnitron, had done it for him.
"The concern is appreciated my dear, but the rat couldn't hit the broadside of Omega Supreme" Tarantulas explained, pleased by her fanatical devotion to him, or perhaps how well he'd brainwashed her into believing he was her only hope of maintaining her flimsy sanity.
He'd heard her screaming "no no not again!" earlier, though given the scene playing out before them he had no time to question her, though he'd have to be mindful of any changes in her behavior, last thing he needed at a critical moment like this was for his new tool to go full maximal or predacon on him. For now he'd keep an eye on her while focusing on the task at hand, firing more of his missiles & cybervenom shots to bombard the wounded maximal's where they lay, beaten and broken.
OOP wrote: Those words from Megatron... Anger filled up in his new chest. These were his friends, his family, that his nemesis was about to kill so joyfully. What was wrong with Megatron? How could he do this? Primal's sharp teeth ground together in fury. No more time to wait. He had enough. This was it. His Maximals needed his help before it was too late. ...He hoped he wasn't too late...
BOOM!
A loud explosion erupted from the side of the Axalon and before the smoke could clear, Optimus holstered his gun and stood there in the new opening with confidence and defiance. His orange optics quickly surveyed his injured Maximals before scanning over the Predacons, recognizing most, with or without TransMetal upgrades, while discovering a rather new, big guy. Now, what was something he always said so that they could recognize him and turn all of their attention to him? Ah yes...
"Well, that's just prime!" Optimus Primal called out in a deep and confident voice, looking straight into Megatron's optics and adding a smug smile to his infamous quote, purposely antagonizing the tyrant. Just when Megatron thought he got rid of him for good in the most cowardly action, there was no way the Predacon leader could resist his return from the dead. And as predictable as Megatron was, Optimus was prepared for him to order all of his minions to unload their firepower solely onto him even though he was only one Maximal clearly outnumbered and outgunned. While he waited for them to attack, he familiarized himself with the readings and settings that his internal computer was sending him. An alternative vehicle mode with flight? Excellent. The clubs on his back were also personal "auto-guns"? Excellent. Primal could handle this, yessss.
His fun interrupted for the moment, Tarantulas turned his attention away from executing maximals to look up at the explosion overhead...Only to behold a sight that should not be possible, a sight that made his mech fluid run cold and his uni-eye widen in fear, a gasp of shock being all he could say in response to this sudden madness.
It was Optimus Primal, he knew that self-righteous voice anywhere, but he was dead! He'd witnessed the maximal leader die in the transwarp explosion with his own optics, he'd sabotaged the stasis pod's controls personally, there was literally NO WAY he could have escaped a blast that size, he should have been vaporized instantly and his extinguished spark sent screaming to the Pit! And yet here he was, alive and fully intact, worse than that, he'd evolved into a transmetal the same as he, so there was no telling what manner of new weapons and abilities the big ape had at his disposal. In the back of his mind he recalled how Primal's own namesake, Optimus Prime, had returned from the dead to save the Autobots from the Hate Plague centuries ago, despite having been struck down by the original Megatron himself...A tale he'd always felt maximal scholars had embellished to glorify their ancient leader more than he already had been, and yet here Primal was, repeating his ancestor's legendary feat and acting nonchalant about it.
Had he done the same as Tarantulas? Downloaded his mind into another's body until his own could be repaired? Unlikely given the ape's mindset and the manner of his demise, but what other explanation was there besides the impossible? Had the Matrix itself given him back to the maximals? Was he an immortal mutant like Starscream? Had Primus himself played a hand in this untimely resurrection?...Nonsense, Primal was no avenging Prime of myth and legend, he was merely a maximal who'd cheated fate somehow, and would not do so again! Despite these thoughts of reassurance, Tarantulas did not yet open fire on the undead maximal, for he, like every other predacon present, was still stunned into silence and trying to accept the reality of their greatest enemy returning to punish them all right at the very moment of their greatest victory.
OOC: I'll post for Terrorsaur tomorrow gang, hopefully WorpeX will have posted for Airazor by then :3
WorpeX wrote: "Well, that got his attention." Airazor said to herself sarcastically. Her opponent came rushing towards her faster than she ever saw him go in her entire life. Holding her ground, the falcon kept firing her barrage of machine gun fire at him. It wasn't until too late that she realized that Terrorsaur was not going to stop. Instead, he slammed into her like a freight train - knocking Airazor out cold. She had no recollection of anything her opponent had said or done between that time and when she finally hit the ground
THUMP
Landing on her back, her optics immediate sprang back to life. All they could see was 2 missles streaking towards her location. Acting quickly, Airazor lifted her arm and shot off one of her own missiles towards them and luckily was able to detonate it before she was obliterated by Terrorsaur's. Sighing with relief, she attempted to stand back up and find her assailant... but found herself unable to move. Pain began to rush through her body like a tidal wave. The beating she had been given while offline was already taking its toll. Her back felt as if it was on fire and if her stomach had a hole in it, she would not be surprised. "Ughhh..." She groaned, tasting mech fluid in her own mouth.
"...Comes the dawn..."
Turning her head away from the sky, she could see that she had fallen only a few feet away from the rest of the maximals. They were all in sorry shape, yet the predicons were still there in full force. How could it end like this? She thought. The Maximal's devoted their lives to preserving this sacred world... and it was all for nothing. The Predicon's would wipe out all life forms as if it were a game. Nature's delicate balance would be destroyed. The world would become Megatron's playground. All of its Energon reserves would then be used towards defeating Cybertron. It was all because the Maximal's had failed. How could it end like this?
"RAWK! That's right Airfailure! I'm Terrorsaur, KING OF THE AIR! No beats me in my element, NO ONE! HAHAHAHA!" Terrorsaur laughed maniacally, enjoying every precious moment of his former rival's misery as she lay beaten and broken mere inches from her comrades, soon to die together in glorious agony.
It didn't matter that she had survived his last attack, she was finished and she knew it, the maximals were beaten and the predacons had won the Beast Wars once and for all! The only way this moment could have been any better is if he himself were leading the predacons to victory instead of that lugnut Megatron, but he supposed a pred couldn't have everything he wanted in life...At least not yet, the day was still young after all. But first things first, time to send Airazor to meet her autobot ancestors back in the Matrix.
Terrorsaur's eyes gleamed with energy as he prepared to burn her alive with his optic lasers, a sadistic grinning etched across his face, proud that his handsome smile would be the last thing this maximal ever saw in this world.
"Keep yer eye on the birdie!" Terrorsaur jeered one last time before...
Phoenix wrote:
Optimus Primal wrote:"Well, that's just prime!"
Hearing that voice stopped her in her tracks, causing her to slowly lower the sword again while turning towards the origin of the voice.
The appearance might have changed, yet there was little doubt who the robot standing there was.
"Primal!," Megatron roared, immediately renewing his focus on destruction with a newfound determination.
It had to be! But how..?
Well, the how did not really matter right now. Optimus' unexpected return might cause him to live up to his predessessor's name, but Megatron had no desire to let his enemy's return fuel a sensation of hope in the remaining Maximals.
Noooo... Optimus, provided this upstart indeed was the true bearer of the name, would not live long enough to enjoy his precious Maximals' glee upon seeing him return.
"Predacons.. Destroy him!," Megatron ordered while gesturing at the newcomer, completely ignoring the remaining Maximals.
(ooc: I thought the intent was to have Ironclaw clean house inside while Primal takes care of things outside?
Great posts, guys!)
Terrorsaur looked up sharply like everyone else at the sound of the explosion from the Axalon, expecting anyone else other than...HIM!
"Rawk?!" Terrorsaur squawked in fright and confusion, the laser energy fading from his eyes as Megatron himself identified this new maximal as Optimus Primal himself, a maximal who's remains should have been decorating space right about now instead of looking bigger and badder than ever as yet another newborn transmetal.
How could this happen? Everything was going so well! They were winning! HE WAS WINNING! How dare this ghost or goblin or freak of nature appear out of nowhere and interrupt his crowning moment of triumph? SLAG HIM!
"Primal, so kind of you to come back just so we can slag you all over again! RAWK!" Terrorsaur crowed, trying to sound as confident as he'd been feeling all day rather than scared out of his wits, gladly following Megatron's orders for once as he fired as many missiles as he possibly could at Primal, determined to blow him back into outer space one way or the other.
It's edited now. If you still don't like it, too bad! 
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