"Sonar..."
"Yes," Optimus sighed, wishing Saber-Fang would open up to him more about their history.
"I'm not going to come out of this unscathed, am I?"
Primal was also looking in the same direction Whitegrazer was. He couldn't see him but he felt as though someone was there watching and lurking. It was familiar but distant. His gaze broke away when the mare spoke up.
"Probably not," Optimus smiled as deviously as he could, teasing her as he slowly stepped back away from her and then transformed to his robot mode.
(( OOC: Una and I will work on a joint post for this so we can get through it quickly before the teams out in the field call for back-up and interrupt their little sparring match. Stay tuned! ))
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"Honestly, I think he's going to be a great addition to our crew Rattrap and I think he's trustworthy. Sure he might be a little corny heroic kind of bot but that's a little quirky I'm sure won't be much of a bother, nothing compared to your usual sarcasm and unpleasant stench."
"Oh yeah? Well, you weren't danglin' by your tail two thousand feet in the air with yer life in his hands," Rattrap debated with Wintersong.
"The Predicons reached the pod first."
Fantastic, Rattrap thought sarcastically.
How do they always get there before us?!
"The protoform appears to be some ugly 4-legged hunchback beast."
"Well, we can't just assume it's a Pred 'cause it's ugly. I mean, look at Chopper Face... Oh wait," he joked over their transmission. At least they were fortunate enough to have Airazor on site already. And as stealthy as she was, the Preds would never notice her.
"I wish these Predicon's came with subtitles."
"I can probably make some for ya dat would be surprisingly accurate even though I have no idea what's going on," he smirked, amused by himself.
"I'm in position and waiting for your orders."
"All right, Air. Just sit tight for a moment. Stay alert."
"Though I think we should be keeping ourselves ready right now, the Predacons don't sound too far away."
"Yeah," Rattrap said in a softer tone to Wintersong before glancing at the badger and sarcastically adding to him,
"Hey, thanks for yer input dere, Ironclaw. Good ta see your willingness and socialization with participating in this team." And everyone thought Rattrap had a bad attitude?
"Well there they are."
Slowing his speed dramatically, Rattrap rolled up beside Wintersong to a stop on the hill and observed the Predacons with the new bot quietly.
"Great. Nemesis is here," the TransMetal rodent grumbled softly.
"On de bright side, she'll be the only difficult one to take down if we have ta," he said to Wintersong and Ironclaw.
"Let's spl-" Before he could finish, he watched Silverbolt fly ahead and swoop in.
"Fer bootin' up cold!" he angrily expressed.
"What're you doin', 'Bolt?! We don't know if it's hostile or not!" he called after him on his comm. link, obviously upset, but he didn't expect an answer. The newest Fuzor to their team was already involved at ground zero.
"Everybody move out before he gets his head blown off!" Rattrap ordered Wintersong and Ironclaw.
"But hold yer fire unless you're attacked." With Silverbolt's arrival there, it automatically told the Preds that the Maximals were already in the vicinity, so they might as well join the party now that their sensors and senses would be searching for them. A surprise welcoming committee would be useless now. Fortunately, it didn't look like the Preds had harmed the new bot yet, so hopefully they could keep the gun fire to a minimum this time, especially since Megatron wasn't there to encourage them to obliterate them. However, there was Inferno and Manterror, two of most psycho and incompetent Predacons he had ever met. Such a bad combination of programming.
"Winter, 'Claw, you two split up and try flankin' the Preds," he ordered the two.
"Airazor, stay right where you are until I need you. Be our eyes in the sky and watch our backs." Driving off on his wheels, Rattrap rolled down the hill without bothering to make himself invisible and calmly approached the group surrounding the new guy. Disengaging his vehicle mode, he immediately maximized but didn't pull out his weapon... despite how much he wanted to considering who they were dealing with. He'd rather avoid the gun fire. And since he didn't know what the Preds already said to try to convince this llama guy that the Maximals were the bad guys, he thought it better to show that he wasn't trigger happy and that his team was peaceful. Let the Preds make that mistake since Manterror and Inferno wouldn't be able to control themselves.
"You Preds need help with somethin'?" asked Rattrap, implying that they should back off.
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"I don't know Aurora they might knock each other out. I wouldn't say Sonar is exactly smelling like fresh roses, in fact I think there's been a time when he smelled worse than Rattrap which is saying something." "Have fun out there Dinobot, sure he might make good for target practice."
"Eeewwww!," "Better him than me!,"
As the ladies carried on with their jokes, Rhinox soon distracted himself by keeping up with the teams and their missions. Rattrap's group was soon out of the
Axalon's scanners' reach, and that also included radio transmissions. He certainly hoped they would return safe with a new member, as well as Cheetor and Feralnight's team who may not have had a designated leader by chain of command but he knew all of them would work together and help each other.