Phoenix wrote: Well.. she could always show off with some fancy aerial acrobatics, she supposed..
Yet as she began planning her approach, her radar picked up another air combatant entering the zone. Nemesis delighted in the fact she identified the newcomer as a Maximal, one who disposed of the obnoxious insect before making her introduction as a Maximal to the self-proclaimed Predacon giant.
Oh this was simply too perfect!
"It would appear that your old friend AirRazor has volunteered to do the task for us," she responded to Terrorsaur, all the while keeping her optics trained on their targets.
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The bird?" Terrorsaur snarled as he too picked up the maximal's energy signature and then watched her actually throw herself right smack into the middle of the battle, clearly convinced she was coming to the aid of a fellow maximal.
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Well, well, well...Things just got really interesting."
WorpeX wrote: Manterror felt the giants weapons hammer against his armor. It wasn't until pieces of his body began to fall away that he decided to get out of the way of gunfire. Now with only one leg and multiple bullet holes, the mantis steered himself aside from the gunfire and repositioned himself. "FOOLISH MAXIMAL!! Feel the wrath of the PREDICONS!!" He yelled as he eyed up his opponent. He intended to launch a volley of blades towards the new protoform and moved his arms backwards to wind up the throw....
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But was unable to fire as Airazor burst onto the scene!! "Maximize!!" She yelled, transforming into her glimmering robot form. Her smooth curves and features were accentuated by the setting sun in the background. Aiming her wrist blaster, she quickly fired at the unsuspecting (and half destroyed) Manterror and scrapped him with a single rocket. The shocked look on the predicons face as his wings, arms, leg and other parts fell to the ground was enough to make her feel proud of her achievement.
Moving down towards Tantrum, Airazor introduced herself. "I'm Airazor. Welcome to the Maximals!" She said with a warm smile. "We better find cover, the rest of the Predicon's will be here soon!"
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Cannon fodder, gotta love em" Terrorsaur crowed as he watched Manterror get blown away by none other than his least favorite maximal flyer, Airazor!
He couldn't help but be pleased by her arrival, not only had she not been chosen by fate to become one of the transmetal elite like himself, but she'd literally landed herself right in the middle of a predacon internal conflict, and provided him with the perfect means by which to win over the titan that was Tantrum.
Naitokage wrote: Waspinator made a buzz noise in respond to Terrorsaur's orders, then spun in the air as he transformed into robot mode drawing his venom blaster. With his new transmetal body, maybe his luck had changed as well, or so he'd hope.
As he flew in, he observed Airazor flying infront of Tantrum bzt! Birdbot! Wazzpinator hatez birdbot! he shouted in irritation, strifing to the left of the two as he began fire opening fire wildly with his blaster.
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You and me both brother" Terrorsaur murmured in agreement of Waspinator's statement, again recalling his first meeting with Airazor, and relishing the idea of paying her back in full at long last.
Warwulf/Phoenix wrote:Timing could not have been better... or worse. Tantrum stopped and staggered, nearly losing his balance under the heavy rock. He looked from Airazor, to Manterror, and back again. He didn't know who his earlier foe was... but he knows this must be a Maximal. The very people who imprisoned him and that other one in stasis pods bound for who knows where -- some pathetic Maximal penal colony, perhaps. He would make them pay. He would make her pay.
"Maximal!" he hissed the word like an insult. "You! YES, YOU! You are DEAD!"
With that, Tantrum shifted to throw the boulder and turn this Maximal into scrap. However, fate would again interfere. The vibration and concussion of Waspinator's shots threw off Tantrum's aim and balance, sending the rock hurtling towards the wasp instead. Tantrum realized his throw had gone sour toward this unknown wasp.
"Ooopsie," he shrugged it off. "No matter, I have gun!" And with that, Tantrum deployed the outriggers from his legs and loaded high explosive rounds into his twin chest rail guns. "Bye bye, Maximal!"
And with that, he fired both barrels.
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Waspinator watch out you twit!" Terrorsaur yelled, not wanting the only truly trustworthy subordinate he had to be taken out of the fight too early, tested out his upgraded shoulder cannons, firing twin missiles at the boulder flying towards his partner, blowing it to dust with explosive impact.
Terrorsaur marveled over the incredible firepower his new missiles possessed, far more so than his old ones, which on one occasion hadn't even detonated properly during an attack he and Waspinator had launched on Tigatron during the Flying Island incident. However, he quickly got over how awesome he was and turned his attention back to the situation at hand.
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Our course of action is obvious my fellow predacons, let us aid our new brother in arms in scrapping this maximal and put his fears of our allegiance to rest. Waspinator! Nemesis! Back me up" Terrorsaur ordered, before firing two more shoulder missiles at Airazor as he proclaimed "
DEATH TO THE MAXIMAL! GLORY TO THE PREDACONS!"
Una wrote: Blackarachnia landed next to one of Tarantulas' secret passages to his lair, lifted the rock up, and threw Tarantulas' body down the hole with a smirk. It was just a slide so it wouldn't hurt it. She jumped within, relieved of the weight she had to carry. Mostly Tarantulas' anyway. As the slide reached its end, she noticed how even the underground tunnels seems shaken, rattled from the surface destruction above. She was glad there wasn't, surprisingly, cave-ins. Though, as she walked forward, bunch of stalemites laced the ground and some equipment Tarantulas had was damaged. Oh, he wasn't going to like this.
I just hope none of the equipment needed to get him outta my head is beyond repair.
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BY THE PIT! What have they done to my lair!?" Tarantulas screamed in absolute rage, disgusted by the state of the place, in even worse shape than the time Rattrap had snuck in to rescue Cheetor...It had taken him weeks to clear out the rubble, but now he doubted he could salvage the place at all.
Many of his equipment and inventions had been scrapped, crushed or buried by falling rubble, and he didn't like the looks of the ceiling overhead, so many stalactites had fallen, possibly leaving the roof unstable, meaning this place was no longer viable as his home away from Megatron and the rest of his merry band of miscreants!
His lair had been more than his private getaway from the other predacons, or a quiet workplace, it had been his real home since this war had begun, the only place he could find any privacy! And now he faced the real possibility that it was gone beyond repair! And he knew exactly who to blame for it.
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The aliens will pay for this, THEY. WILL. PAY!" Tarantulas thought darkly to himself, clenching and unclenching Blackarachnia's pincers as he imagined ways of making his faceless alien foes suffer for this insult.
Blackrose wrote: Blackarachnia landed just in front of Tarantulas' lair. Arachnitron hopped off her back slowly and followed her inside watching her slide Tarantulas' body across the floor.
"You probably don't want to damage that. Otherwise you might never be rid of him," she reminded her. As much as Blackarachnia hated to admit it....for the time being anyway, she needed to be nice to Tarantulas.
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Very wise advice Arachnitron" Tarantulas praised his underling as he shifted through the ruins of his beloved lair, her voice having brought him out of his angry daydreams of revenge, reminding him of the task at hand, namely getting his spark back into his body.
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Shift through the wreckage and salvage whatever you can, we may have to resort to "borrowing" equipment from the base itself if what we need here has already been destroyed, and I'd rather not risk a meeting with the others in our current state unless absolutely necessary" Tarantulas ordered to the other spiders present.
OOC: sorry for the wait gang, lemme know if there's anything wrong with my posts this week, or if I missed someone >_<