Megatron's tighter grip forced Optimus to try and pound his face harder and faster, releasing a primitive grunt with each throw. His own rage helped him ignore the pain, that was until the TransMetal fossil threw him into the cell's bars, hitting his head which knocked him out of his lust for hunger and violent fury. Then he felt himself being dragged along the floor on his back, suddenly lifted into the air and then immediately thrown back down. It felt like it happened a few times but he lost track after the second one when it nearly rendered him unconscious. Primal laid there in silence without movement except for some involuntary twitching in his legs from the severe damage Megatron had caused; sparks, severed wires and fluid escaped his armor where the t-rex's teeth had sunk in and eventually torn even larger holes from all of the violent movements. Finally, the carnivore let go, and despite the immense pain, he tried to stay awake. His entire body ached, throbbed, felt weak, crippled. It was tempting to cave in by this point and succumb to stasis lock or even expiration, but the ape fought it as much as he could. For his Maximals. He knew they still wanted to rescue him. The least he could do was hold on. Whitegrazer "told" him Aurora found a cure, they were ready to fight, they would be coming for him.
As Primal laid there in a daze, the pressure of Megatron's feet and the rest of his body's weight standing on top of his already weakened chest suddenly brought him to attention and he instinctively tried grabbing his ankles to pull him off, or shove him off considering he had already lost the use of one hand so he had to improvise with his forearm. Pinned on the floor, he felt his frame creaking and bending, unable to support the Predacon's weight for long. It came close to cracking his spark chamber. Very close. He could feel it being squeezed, being strained. Of course, all of that anguish seemed to subside when Megatron suddenly decided to chomp down on his good hand and rip it apart with his dagger-like teeth. Optimus couldn't really cry out in agony anymore. He wanted to, but all that was left in him was some growling and groaning. It was pointless trying to pull his hand away considering the angle of those sharp spears in his adversary's mouth, so he attempted to pound his nose repeatedly with his other forearm and elbow until felt his entire hand removed. Silently throwing his head back, it clearly caused him a great deal of pain. As if he hadn't been able to breathe, he coughed and gasped in rapid breaths which were ignored over the sound of Megatron's roar.
The completely defenseless Maximal Commander laid there, his head turned to the side and his good optic dark while he refused to look at the monster on top of him, as he felt pieces and fluid of his demolished hand drip onto his face as his opponent held it over him in defeat. Only when he felt him move did Optimus look up with his one functioning orange optic sensor to see what he was doing. It turned out Megatron was ready to finally finish him, whether he really intended to or not. It didn't seem that he was in control. But prepared himself for the end as he watched his large mouth come inches away from his head. Fearlessly staring into the dark depths of Megatron's mouth and down his throat, he exhaled one more time and closed his optic again expecting the worst that would finally end his suffering.
But it never came.
"Tarantulas to Megatron, the maximals have contacted us and wish to speak with you, they have threatened to destroy the golden disks if you do not comply."
The spider's voice had interrupted Megatron, bringing him back to a more "normal" state of self control. Optimus couldn't believe it. He was certain he was finished but now there was a gleam of hope. A very, very small, slit-like gleam of hope. His Maximals' timing was impeccable.
"Megatron, terrorize!"
There was a large gasp for air when his heavy opponent finally got off of him and reverted back to his robot mode. It was as if an entire ship that had been crushing him was now lifted. Primal couldn't feel what was left of his hands, and he didn't feel much in his legs either. He simply laid there on his back clinging to life. What cowards these Predacons were, not even giving him a fair fight. He was not humiliated as often they told him he was, possibly trying to justify their own selfish and poor conduct toward him. The nanobots were still again, the glowing on his chest gone. Now was the time to reserve as much as power as he possibly could. He had inflicted so much damage that transforming to beast mode would not have been a wise decision. Whatever was still managing to stay intact would probably fall off. His frame and armor was so severely bent out of shape that any conversions would probably blow off larger pieces or pinch and snap more and make matters worse for him.
"I shall be with you shortly, and keep alert for intruders should this be another one of their famous distractions. Megatron out" "We truly do bring out the worst in each other, don't we Primal? Don't go anywhere, I shall return shortly,"
The Maximal couldn't really listen or think coherently. Megatron's voice and footsteps sounded distant with an echo added to them while he laid helplessly on the floor and his enemy exited the brig. Swallowing, he turned his head to the side again, resting but feeling cold. Not just physically but emotionally and mentally as well. Cold and emotionless. So much pain and numbness.
"Hello again. Don't worry, we are here to make sure you stop leaking over the place."
Blackarachnia's voice was heartless and careless. Primal didn't bother acknowledging either of them as she and Spineback tended to his wounds. Even though their movements of his limbs and patchwork of poking and jabbing hurt very much, he didn't flinch or groan. He laid there as if they didn't even exist right now. His thoughts drifted to Whitegrazer, Aurora, Rhinox, Cheetor, Dinobot, and all of his Maximals. He missed them terribly. He didn't know how he had made it this far. As much as he wanted to cry nothing leaked from his optic as if it, or he, was incapable of doing so now.
DANGER: Stasis lock imminent. Critical loss of energon. It is imperative that repairs are sought for immediately, his internal computer urged him.
"Aww, it's just a sting."
He still remained motionless despite the widow's aggression with his injuries. Blackarachnia didn't have to be so cruel and terrible about it, but she was. Had he not been through enough already?! It angered him inside, a quiet, deep anger, with an involuntary thought of strangling her in his beast mode which would give him hands again. Would he have let her go or crush her skinny neck? Before all of this, a thought like that would never have crossed his mind, even after his first death. But now there was something darker and less tolerant brewing within. He was having a difficult time finding calmness and using any meditation that Whitegrazer had taught him. Maybe it was just because of how fresh everything still was to him; the torturing, the brutality, the lack of a conscience and remorse. Maybe he just couldn't concentrate because of his mutilated body, although he couldn't feel some of it by now, paralyzed as he was, so there was less distraction when it came to the pain. Maybe it was the nanite gel. Maybe it was the virus, or a combination of all the above.
-----
((OOC:
Whitegrazer, Ironclaw, Cheetor, you guys get ready to head out just in case
This happened in my last post with Rattrap's part, sooooo, yeah, Ironclaw and Cheetor should be accompanying Whitegrazer now. ))
"Dirty garbage gulper, no one surpasses...Ack!"
Rattrap smirked at Terrorsaur's reaction but was disappointed when the eight-legged freak cut him off.
"Such poor manners, all you had to do was ask, rodent. A moment if you please."
"Yeah, sure," he agreed sarcastically about simply asking for what he wanted. Slimy spider. He waited somewhat patiently for the Preds to get their act together, no doubt Tarantulas having to interrupt Megatron's play date with Optimus. He hoped he wasn't too late contacting them.
"Greetings Rattrap, to what do I owe this welcome but unexpected call?"
Unexpected my foot! thought the rat when Megatron's ugly mug finally appeared on the monitor. How did he manage to act and look so smug after all of the torturing Whitegrazer claimed he had been doing to their fearless leader? That must have been Rattrap's conscience asking that, something most Predacons lacked. The ones who thrived on hurting and murdering others, taking lives especially those of innocents.
"I know you know we got 'your' precious golden disks," he emphasized on the ownership since at least one of them wasn't his.
"And you probably want dem back, right? Before anybody comes knockin' on our doors, I propose an exchange," he said, getting straight to the point.
"You give us back Optimus and Nexus alive, and we'll return the disks without a single scratch on 'em. If either of 'em are offered to us dead, and any of your minions attack us, den we destroy the disks and nobody gets ta study their advantages. What say you?"
Rattrap's attention subtly drifted to another monitor that alerted him of Nemesis's movements around the base, as well as Whitegrazer's signature showing up on the external perimeter scanners now. Megatron wouldn't have known what he was looking at but maybe it would caution him that they were already expecting Predacon company and if they attacked, then he could say bye-bye to the disks.
-----
"Yet, Maximal. Yet is the key word. She may not have killed anyone of you at the moment, but it will happen. It's only a matter of time, "Yes, you're trying to save her, while I'm trying to kill her."
The Maximal engineer looked at Sonar with impatience and dissatisfaction toward his words.
"Ah, yes. They are so busy with their own agendas to worry about little old me."
Wasn't that every Predacon? Except for Inferno, of course. Sonar's care-free remark almost sickened Rhinox. But he shouldn't have been surprised. Under Megatron's iron fist, that's simply how the Predacon ranks operated.
"I know.. It's just so difficult with everything that's going on,"
Rhinox frowned a little as he took in the whirl of emotions he noticed in Aurora's optics, then placed a comforting hand on her shoulder for a moment before she filled another syringe and placed it within Sonar's reach.
"They say you're a scientist, so I assume you're capable of injecting yourself,"
"Oh, don't worry, I can manage."
Big Green watched with caution, the Fuzor's tone quite understandable after all that had happened thanks to Sonar's own satisfactions and irresponsibility. She probably didn't feel that the bat deserved the cure and should suffer longer with the awful virus, but Rhinox simply couldn't risk anyone else getting infected, and he was not the type to hold grudges. Hopefully Sonar learned his lesson this time.
"I'd rather she didn't go out there at all..,"
"I know," the rhinoceros agreed, following her gaze to the window on the door.
"She'll be all right," he tried assuring her.
"Keep those syringes on you and Landslide. Optimus will likely need the cure as soon as possible if he'll be operating well enough to accept it."
Hearing the commotion right in the corridor, Rhinox glared in a puzzled way and looked at Sonar, saying,
"Stay put and let the antidote do its work." Then he turned away, leaving Sonar strapped to the cot since he was still their prisoner, and headed out of the medical bay, leaving the door open so he could still hear Aurora and if the Predacon tried anything.
"What the slag is going on out here?" he asked Landslide when the others had already started to scatter by the time he showed up, concerned and annoyed at the ruckus.
))
I was working on posting a response last night before Una and OOP popped in, but being swamped with computer work it took me a bit longer then planned. Not really sure how to respond to what was going on, initially I was going to have Landslide taze Ironclaw for attacking and threatening Whitegrazer.. because that sort of thing would lead you into the brig normally. 0_o) 
Don't worry, DarkSpark, I will post for BA soon. ))
