OOC: Ugh, bad pun Inferno, bad pun, no sugar cubes or matches for you tonight XD. Your royalty would face palm if he'd heard that
seriously though, nice one Blackrose
((OOC: As cringe-worthy as that pun should've been, I'm not ashamed to admit that I laughed for a good minute after reading it
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Haha!! Thanks guys! Glad you enjoyed that!
Also, sorry for the ADDITIONAL wait. EVERY TIME I tried to get on here yesterday when I said I'd post, the site wouldn't load because of the general error. I couldn't try as much as I wanted though since I ended up going to a hockey game. I just have the WORST luck with that error message.
And I think Buster is the only Pred who actually fired a weapon....right? Inferno drew his weapon, but didn't fire and I think Nemesis did the same.
BIC:
The Axalon shook with the rumble of grenade fire. Dinobot turned his attention to Frilla's monitors and looked over her shoulder at the screen observing a Predacon energy signature outside of their base. He took note of the Predacon's identity: Sonar.
"Speaking of rats, the rat with wings seems to want to come ruining our morning." Frilla reported, turning to look at Rhinox, Dinobot, and Aurora. "Should we turn on the autoguns?"She asked.
Dinobot didn't answer. He fought back the urge to race outside and start shooting. He was itching to be useful and watching computer monitors and analyzing data just was not his idea of being useful. But he had learned in the past the way Maximals do things as opposed to the way Predacons do things. Rhinox may prefer a more peaceful response...and there was a matter of chain of command to worry about too so Dinobot understood that he would need to wait until he was ordered to do so before he went outside guns ablazing.
"Or we could just send out or secret weapon. All Rattrap would have to do is breathe in their direction and the smell will surely knock them out. Turning the other end will likely have a similar effect but.. that might actually be lethal....” Aurora added.
Dinobot sent Aurora a toothy half grin at her jest at the vermin's expense.
"As improvisational an idea as yours is, Aurora," Rhinox chuckled lightly, "I think Dinobot could offer some services just as damaging without the odor."
"Dinobot, if you wouldn't mind swatting away that pesky bat," the rhino said.
“It would be my pleasure,” Dinobot responded.
“And if my firepower should fail, then have Aurora send in the funk.”
Dinobot took a step towards the lift just as Optimus' voice came over the comms. He paused so the Maximal leader could be filled in on the situation.
"Rhinox, report."
"Sonar just used a grenade on our shields, Optimus. He appears to be alone. I'm sending Dinobot out to chase him away, or perhaps figure out what he wants," Rhinox answered.
"Copy that. Just keep a close eye for an ambush or any other tricks. It may just be Saber-Fang he's looking for," the Maximal leader replied.
"Understood," said Big Green and looked at Dinobot with a nod to go ahead.
Dinobot nodded in response and continued to the lift riding it to the ground below. Frilla called to him as he was leaving.
"Have fun out there Dinobot, sure he might make good for target practice." Frilla said.
“Indeed.”
Once on the ground, Dinobot immediately ran to the nearest rock pile for cover so that he could figure out where his target was. He searched the area, but where ever the Predacon was, he must have been hiding just out of sight of the raptor. He did take notice of where the grenade most likely had detonated....that area of the ground was just slightly more singed than any other area. So, Dinobot decided not to wait until he actually saw Sonar. Maybe he could draw the Predacon out into the open where he could see him better.
Dinobot powered up his eye lasers and sent his laser fire into the area of the tree line near the singed earth.
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Tarantulas headed out of the base dragging his transport cart with him in his new vehicle form. Arachnitron followed him.
"I'd say so my dear, though I can't say the same for the witch and the fuzor, they seem to enjoy wasting their time" Tarantulas mused to his assistant over comlink as he continued ahead, waiting for the others to catch up.
Tarantulas had replied to her when she asked if the others were ready to begin their task. Arachnitron, like Tarantulas, had noticed Blackarachnia's behavior towards the fuzor, but she wasn't sure she had figured out the other widow's game. She seemed to be acting a bit....flirtatious towards him, but she knew Blackarachnia wasn't actually interested in him.
After a second or two, Blackarachnia joined Arachnitron and Tarantulas and headed towards the location of the future refueling station after them. She flashed Arachnitron a quick glance before skittering ahead of her and getting in between her and Tarantulas.
Arachnitron rolled her optics. That was not the first time that she tried to separate the pair. She had done it earlier when they were reporting to Megatron for orders. She had thought maybe Blackarachnia just wanted to jump into the line up with the other arachnids in hopes that Megatron wouldn't notice her tardiness, but now she realized she was intentionally separating Arachnitron and Tarantulas.
“So that's the game, we're playing....hmmm?" Arachnitron thought to herself. Was Blackarachnia jealous that there was competition for Tarantulas' attention? Or was she still trying to get Arachnitron to leave Tarantulas? Perhaps she was just angry at the psychic link Tarantulas shared with her (OOC: "her" being Blackarachnia).
Whatever her reason for trying to separate them, Arachnitron was not going to let Blackarachnia succeed. The Predacon programming was bold, crass, short-tempered, and smart-mouthed. Traits that she developed as a defense mechanism during her days at the orphanage and even later after she had been abducted by the Predacon scientists. But, unfortunately, Arachnitron, as the Hybrid, was much more timid and reserved. She was much more likely to be walked on and bullied as opposed to the Predacon personality who usually did the bullying. And the inhibitor chip made her even more so since she had no access to those Predacon traits. But Blackarachnia's antics lit a fire inside of the Hybrid inspiring her to stand up to the elder widow. She wouldn't just let Blackarachnia snake her way in between her and Tarantulas. She wouldn't be bullied. Not about this anyway. Not when it came to Tarantulas and his affections.
But the truth of it was....she wasn't the Predacon. She wasn't anything like her. So she would have to fight back her own way. Her optics gleamed mischievously as she decided on a subtle way to settle the score with Blackarachnia. Arachnitron was close enough to discreetly place a few of the boxes from her load onto the other widow's cart as they traveled. She used two of her spider legs to move the boxes and she walked, albeit a bit awkwardly, with the other six legs. Arachnitron felt the difference immediately! She had been struggling under the weight of the load before and, though the boxes were small and fairly light, the weight did seem more manageable since removing them. But Arachnitron's boxes were placed on Blackarachnia's cart pretty precariously.......the next rock BA ran over might send the boxes toppling off of her cart and force her to stop and pick them up.
Arachnitron decided to walk beside the other widow. She threw Blackarachnia an "I know what you're up to" kind of expression, but continued to walk beside her instead of getting in front of her. She knew Blackarachnia would be expecting....perhaps hoping....that Arachnitron would try to get closer to Tarantulas. So, Arachnitron figured that not giving Blackarachnia what she wanted would irritate her more than playing along.
OOC: Hope this post is alright. I didn't want Arachnitron to be too petty since that was the Predacon programming's usual reaction.....but I didn't want her to just ignore BA and be walked all over which would be like the Maximal programming. So I tried to come up with a reaction that was solely the Hybrid's.
