"Oh, yes, I'm much more complicated than your average psychopath,"
So it would seem, Optimus had thought toward X's words. Even if by definition that he considered himself a psychopath, Primal felt there might be salvation within him... somewhere. Although he helped creating him, he didn't think he could help him. That may very well be Whitegrazer's department if X would even allow it.
"That's the difference between you and him."
It was a such strange obsession X had with Depth Charge, so eager to deliberately taunt him and entice him to chase him. It almost seemed he had nothing better to do with his eternal life than to wait for his nemesis who may very well never arrive.
"You are still motivated by your duty and ideals. "And he lost his duty at Colony Omicron. You and the High Council took his vengeance just like I warned him about. Ah! I wish he would come."
Duty and ideals... Primal's original duties had long since expired. What began with a simple theft by Megatron was now a full-blown war for their future of survival. His mission's parameters had escalated to something far more significant than the High Council may have realized could happen. Everything that is might be dependent on the outcome of the Beast Wars, and it was a heavy burden on Optimus and his crew. In any case, X was right about the vigilante. After losing his edge as head of security on Omicron when X escaped, his obsession with hunting him down and seeking to kill him was unacceptable to the Elders, but Primal was certain it wasn't that simple. They entrusted Optimus with Protoform X's abandonment because he had already been involved in his creation, and because they took advantage of his ignorance and his eagerness to please them. Unlike Depth Charge, they knew Primal was too merciful to kill their precious creation, so no matter where the
Axalon would have dumped him, he would have survived to encounter Cybertronians again one day and make him their weaponized slave once more. Not to mention sending Optimus on this mission would kill two birds with one stone and clean the High Council's hands of their dark experiment. If Depth Charge did find them, however, he may be the only one capable of stopping X... and ending his "suffering".
"So... I was floating around the orbit of this planet,"
The Maximal leader had watched X peer upward with wonder, possibly imagining what it must have been like for him revolving around the blue planet in the deathly silent and lonesome orbit, completely unaware and unconscious.
"How convenient for you it must have been. It gave you a chance to forget about me."
"No, it didn't," Optimus had admitted to him.
"There hasn't been a day that I didn't think about you up there. We had no way to retrieve you, and when all of the pods were brought down from their orbit, I had no idea where yours had landed and what condition you were in." There was a hint of genuine concern for his life in his voice, but mostly he was more worried for his crew's safety who were innocent about the secret cargo.
Lad, I sleep in a cargo container. They have no quarters for titans.
"Oh, so am I to assume my living space would be something cramped and steel bars? Oh Maximal hostility." You never sense to amaze me."
Primal had simply looked up at Protoform X with a straight face, not amused by his stereotypical assumption and sarcasm.
"On the contrary. For now, this is your living space," he said as he motioned with the palm of his hand facing up to the great outdoors.
"Like I've said, I'm not the same scientist you remember me as," Optimus added with a lick of his tongue across the scar over his mouth.
"I want to see my companion," "I want to see her."
"Patience, X. Patience," was all Optimus had told him without looking back before he had entered the Maximal base leaving him with Landslide and Cheetor outside.
During the present...
"I want in! Let me in! Nightstar!"
With Starshadow's new appearance and current unpredictable state of mind, Optimus grew distracted by X's obnoxious, loud banging on the hangar's door from outside. Then he managed to rip the large door clear off its hinges, hydraulics and electronics, which made Rhinox gasp at the crab's strength.
"NIGHTSTAR!!!!!"
"Nightstar WHO?"
Keeping their distance from her, careful about her electroblades that were effortlessly melting through the floor until she deactivated them, both of the Maximals observed with great confusion and exasperation toward her odd and abnormal movements, as though she was possessed. What the slag was going on?! With their weapons still drawn, they leaned back when she leaped into the air toward X.
Er.. Yer ladyfriend a fuzor now er somethin? I ain't seen nothing like that..
Whoa, what's wrong with her?!
"Hold your fire," Primal ordered all of his Maximals in the vicinity, including those outside.
Rhinox merely glanced in his friend's direction before keeping his full attention on X and Starshadow, as well as his large gun.
"After all that trouble I went through to try save your pathetic freedom...This is how you repay us? Jumping into avoidable fights without coming up with proper plans and risking probably the only one way ticket to our freedom?" "if I weren't stuck in this inferior body I would've done more than just strapping you on a lab table..I would've drained your mechfluid since I do have a taste for cold blooded killers while keeping you alive and watch you scream in pain as I fill scraplets in your body and laugh at your misery!"
"Nightstar," Optimus said to deliberately interrupt her and X's reunion.
"Leave here or surrender. I'm sure Megatron will be looking for you," he reminded her, or Starshadow, or whoever she was now. And what of X...?
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Meanwhile, back at the
Darksyde, Megatron had since emerged from his CR tank in his quarters and now sat on his "throne" in robot mode in the command center of his stolen vessel, wasting no time to devise his next plans of acquiring that unique individual. However, he was now shy of two Predacons with Tarantulas and Starshadow missing. After having ordered all of his Predacons to report to him, he had impatiently awaited for their arrival.
Terrorsaur, Inferno and Waspinator hovered nearby with the assistance of their own engines, and Quickstrike floated nearby using one of the motorized platforms.
"Come in, Tarantulas," Megatron attempted to contact the elusive arachnid through his comm. link.
"Tarantulas, respond at once. I have a proposition for you that involves Blackarachnia," he tried enticing him.
"We will be taking the battle straight to the Maximals this time," the Predacon tyrant warned his troops who gathered around him,
"drawing out the beetle, who will need to be incapacitated immediately. All of them must be distracted and separated to weaken their support for each other. Terrorsaur, you will take out their ship's auto-guns. Quickstrike, you and Umbra will focus on Landslide. Paralyze him, electrocute him, do whatever it takes to bring him down. Those will be our first obstacles to overcome. Inferno and Waspinator will draw out the others with aerial attacks. Use the terrain to your advantage by damaging the cliffs that the Axalon is settled upon, shaking it up and striking fear of losing their ship into their sparks. Our primary mission is obtaining Protoform X, by any means necessary, yesss."
"Uh, boss?" Quickstrike spoke up.
"Aren't we a little small ta handle such a big bot?"
"Small you may be, my dear Quickstrike, but you are quicker and harder to hit. Disable his flight and target his weak points," Megatron suggested, growing a little intolerable of the Fuzor's incompetence.
"Use your venom, use Umbra's acid, and take advantage of his camouflage. This is hardly a difficult concept."
Embarrassed, Quickstrike nodded and looked away from their leader over to the squid.