(( OOC: I agree, DarkSpark. I'd prefer it if Optimus couldn't walk, just to show how physically damaged he is. So maybe someone could get Optimus on a hover platform or carry him who can manage his size and weight, if that's how Megatron would want to transport him. ))
"We can.. discuss it.. over.. an energon.. drink.. if you.. can get.. us out of .. here..,"
Listening to Nexus who was probably disguising his injuries better than he could, Optimus wavered in and out of his connection with Whitegrazer. He thought he felt another presence, likely TyCross, but couldn't comprehend what was going on between them. They seemed to take advantage of the wall of distractions that Primal had created out of his anger, anguish, and mental and emotional instability, and blocked him. Angrier now, he was on the edge ready to jump off. The ground shook, and the leader appeared to deliberately throw himself down a ravine, vanishing from their once green meadow of peace before TyCross had left the mare alone as well.
"Inferno, Blackarachnia, ready the two prisoners for transport, we'll be taking them on a little jaunt to see their friends soon. Inferno, you shall be part of the squad for this mission, so don't doddle"
He didn't really want to move. It hurt too much. The energon Blackarachnia fed him was enough to keep him coherent and awake from loss he had suffered earlier as it continued to dry on him and all around him, but there was nothing she could do to actually take the pain away and mend his broken body. Not even Whitegrazer could heal him at this point. The nanobots in the gel were still but Primal almost felt like he wanted them back; back to scurrying and crawling around, eager to fulfill that hunger, to be a distraction. Could they be... an addiction? His orange optic with some dry fluid splattered across the glass lens looked from Nexus, who seemed awfully lost in his own thoughts for a moment - what could he possibly be so focused on at a time like this when nothing else seemed to bother him? - , to Blackarachnia, making eye contact with her bottomless, black voids that were her optic sensors. She, too, looked thoughtful about the entire situation. Was it at all possible that there could still be a Maximal buried deep within her somewhere? Optimus wanted to care and hope but something prevented him from doing so.
"Night Terror, place the bonds back on Nexus. I will do the same for Optimus,"
The Maximal leader squirmed a little recalling how uncomfortable those bonds were.
Not again, he groaned inside. Where was he going to go? What was he going to do? Nothing. He was helpless and useless now, so why the restraints? With great reluctance he watched the widow walk over, grab the energy bonds and return to put them on him. He made little effort to refuse them simply because he could barely move, but he really, really didn't want to wear them again. After Blackarachnia slipped them on, she had them set a comfortable setting; not too loose but not too tight either, just enough to remind him that they were there.
"Don't make me have to use it."
Ignoring her "death glare" that didn't threaten him at all, the broken ape gave her a perplexed look that read, "And just what am I going to do"? Then she tried lifting him up to his feet but Optimus cried out in pain and violently pulled his arm away from her to make her stop.
"Have you seen... my legs?" he bluntly pointed out.
"I can't... stand... let alone walk." And she thought
she was frustrated.
"Gladly madame. Well, it would seem that you shall be leaving our humble home. I do so hope you gentlemen enjoyed you stay.I do know that our accomedations are some times considered ...uncomfortable for the more delicate bots."
Finally, a name for the new Predacon addition. Night Terror. He actually seemed somewhat well-mannered even if it was in a condescending tone and intelligent. Perhaps even... honorable? But it was far too early to tell when he knew so little about him.
"I'd like to... to give all of you... the same hospitality... that you've shown us... and see if you'd still... be singing the same tune," Optimus said coldly to Night Terror. To give them all a taste of their own medicine in cruelty and brutality,
that would be
fair. That would be justice.
Optimus... we are coming. We're coming.
Getting back in touch with Whitegrazer, he failed to recognize her optimistic vibes and desperation and seemed to distance himself when he merely returned with a strong indication of
Megatron and Inferno as a way of informing her who he knew would be attending the exchange at the moment. At least he could offer his Maximals that much to give them a heads up. Other than that, everything else was pretty much out of his hands. Although, he didn't even have those! He growled in outrage.
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"We can.. discuss it.. over.. an energon.. drink.. if you.. can get.. us out of .. here..,"
Oh, how he'd love a drink right now.
"Don't worry, we're gettin' you guys out," the Maximal Spy returned.
"Vermin, you wound me! So little faith in my sense of hospitality, really now, you should know me better than that by now....Or at least have learned how to pronounce words correctly after all this time."
Rattrap made a face at Megatron's last statement; he couldn't care less how he spoke as long as he got his sarcastic points across. Hearing the Predacons laughing behind their egotistical leader's mockery made them look so juvenile so he gave them no satisfaction of his words bothering him enough to retaliate. As for having faith in his hospitality, really? He
did know him better than that, and despite how much he wanted to get through this so both sides would "win", he still doubted himself about Primal's and Nexus's survival.
"Heheheheh! Oh slag, I gotta remember that one"
Well, Terrorsaur was one to talk. He had the most annoying voice out of all of them.
"Yeah, you remember that, Birdbrain. You do know that yer voice sounds like a hundred nails scratchin' across a black board, right?" He shuddered.
"No, I HAD a problem underestimating Primal, then I got over it, which is why he is my prisoner now,
"Only because he handed himself over. Otherwise, you'd still be graspin' fer straws tryin' ta gain control over him," the rodent threw in. Someone surrendering themselves wasn't exactly anything to boast about in a war, it simply made it easier for the imbecile so eager to over throw the good guy who couldn't make it happen any other way. There was nothing brilliant about it except for the good guy selflessly sacrificing himself to save other crew members under his command.
but you and your crew? I can always count on you to do the "right thing" as you maximals would call it. Primal and Nexus are too precious to you to risk acting practical for once...I mean really, some of you have put down your arms when faced with a "moral quandary" as simple as "is saving a wild animal worth the price of losing a stasis pod?" You are soft, vermin, more so than you let on, or care to admit, at least when it comes to Primal, otherwise I'd say your attitude towards predacons in general, including your own so-called allies, is rather typical of the true face of maximal kind."
Rattrap merely gave Megatron an undesirably cool smile. Increasingly bored with his terrible presumptuous speech, however, he picked up the golden disk next to his feet and held it within view of the monitor, yawned, and then exhaled his breath on it and gently rubbed the condensation on the disk with his forearm until it was squeaky clean. Then he laid it on top of the console's keyboard.
"Hmm? Oh yes, my apologies rodent, just waiting for you to finish up the usual self-righteous maximal ranting, to be honest, Primal is better at it than you.
Well, duh! He actually cares about this stuff, the Spy thought, ignoring the rest of the bully's words.
But I am pleased you are satisfied with the results of our dialogues, and those coordinates are acceptable to me, neutral territory, best for us all to feel more comfortable, yessss?
This was getting easier than he had thought it would be. Suddenly Megatron was so agreeable. ...And then came the catch.
However, I fear I must insist you only bring six of your number to the meeting, along with BOTH disks of course, and I shall do the same, with my prisoners in tow. Last thing either of us want is for our precious cargo to get damaged in an unfortunate skirmish...
Only six? Half of them were already on their way to the territory. Well, at least they were three he probably would have chosen anyway. Who else...? And should he have more hang back just out of range in case, or keep them at the base if there was to be an attack from the rest of the Preds? Rattrap knew better than to trust Megatron, who more than likely would have more of his minions show up in the shadows, but he did have a point. Rattrap didn't want a battle that could likely do more harm than good. The less that were involved, the better. But would Megatron anticipate Rattrap's compliance and then show up outnumbering the Maximals? If so, at least he could still call for back-up which could show up in a reasonable time to help before all was lost. Now he was feeling the pressure that Optimus often dealt with. How did he make these decisions all the time?
And I suppose it would be a shame if Primal and Nexus were harmed as well.
You mean more so than dey are already? thought the TransMetal rat.
I'll be monitoring for signs of unwelcome extra additions to your ranks, if I detect so much as one sign of more than six maximals, you will be scavenging the wilds for Nexus and Primal's remains for weeks, yyyyessss. I'll see you there, Megatron out"
"And you can expect the same from me," Rattrap said after Megatron abruptly ended the transmission.
"He thinks he's so powerful but all he's got is a big mouth and a big ego," he said in irritation to no one in particular and turned around in his chair to face the others that had gathered around him.
"May I be one of those that accompanies you, Rattrap?"
"I wish to come along as well, we got to get them back."
At least it was always easy to get volunteers around here. He looked at Whitegrazer, Wintersong and Banshee. Whitegrazer could be a liability with her connection with Optimus now that the Preds finally figured that out, which was pretty embarrassing on their end. However, the mare would be the best choice to assist Optimus and Nexus with their wounds since Aurora probably needed some time in the CR. Wintersong had her mistakes in the past but she had shaped up to be a reliable comrade now, and she had more experience against these Predacons than the doctor did. Banshee was a flier, which they could probably use with the exchange since Landslide was the only aerial bot there at the moment and the Preds were likely to have a couple fliers present as well. What about Rhinox? Maybe he should stay at the base, as usual, in case things go south and he's their last hope of defense. And Nemesis? Well, who cared? Technically, she could do whatever she wanted and he couldn't rely on her or expect her to help them at all. Who knew if that Darkwind bot would also be there. His options were very limited.
If you want, I'll go with you to the CR chamber.
"Yeah.. I am feeling a bit woozy. Stinkin' Preds..,"
Rhinox smiled softly at Cheetor's offer of assistance and Aurora's Rattrap-like comment as he allowed the TransMetal cheetah to be her escort instead. She was quite the trooper, and there was no where else he'd rather be than with this compassionate and loyal crew despite all of their obstacles and squabbles. At least it gave him the opportunity to keep an eye on Nemesis, making sure she wasn't messing with anything in the medical bay that she shouldn't be. He stood there in the corridor waiting for her to appear, and would have gone in after her had she made him wait a moment longer, but she exited the room and headed for the command center. He fell in behind her and entered the bridge in her wake.
"Cheetor is helping Aurora to the CR. She'll be fine but she needs some time in there," Big Green explained.
"What's the situation, Rattrap?"
Rattrap was so relieved to hear about Aurora's status. No doubt it had been a tricky and risky task with her surgery but Rhinox was a miracle worker. Hopefully it will have all been worth it by the end of the day.
"Just finished negotiations with ol' grape face. Only a maximum of six of us can be present an' I already sent Dinobot, Landslide and Ironclaw to the location to retrieve the other golden disk before they show up." He paused when he received a message from the velociraptor.
MESSAGE TO RATTRAP FROM DINOBOT: We have secured the disk. Awaiting further orders. END TEXT.
"Copy dat, Choppah Face," he said via his comm. link, letting him know it was safe to speak.
"Just sit tight and stay vigilant. Everybody's gonna be there soon. Keep the disk hidden an' safe with Landslide. Only six Preds should be showin' up. Six of dem, six of us," Rattrap clarified.
"Okay. Winter and 'Grazer, you come with me," the rodent finally decided.
"Rhinox, you stay with Cheetor, Banshee and Aurora. I need you guys here in case de Preds decide ta send an ambush, so keep an eye on the scanners, and de communications if we need back up. And Banshee needs ta get more familiar with the ship's systems and territory." Standing up, he grabbed the disk and stored it carefully in his subspace.
"'Grazer, rendezvous with Landslide as soon as we get dere. You're gonna have ta try and keep 'em stable on their transport back ta base and make sure Optimus gets de cure." (( OOC: Assuming Landslide can carry both Optimus and Nexus. Not sure but it would be convenient. Haha ))
"Nemesis, you can either go back to the Preds and risk certain death, or hang out here an' make yourself useful." He didn't care which because so far she hadn't offered them much, not that he had expected her to in the first place. However, to have another number on "their side" and a flier who was practically indestructible, a very teenie tiny part of him would prefer her to stay.
"Let's get movin'," Rattrap ordered as he headed for the lift, stepped on it and was lowered outside. From there, he reverted to his vehicle mode and drove off toward their destination.