Fifth (wowza...): Cheetor
IC (before/during call of the wild):
Cheetor war bored. Again. No one, not even Optimus, seemed to understand that he was always ready, always hyperative and ready to go. He paced up and down like a nervous cat. Cheetor chuckled to himself. He was a cat!
That led to another train of thought. If he was a cat, maybe he should ACT like a cat. Just for a day, then he could be Cheetor again.
Cheetor crouched on his belly, and slunk out of his room, growling softly. He grinned to himself as he spotted Rattrap.
The hunter has spotted his prey.
He stalked Rattrap soundlessly, his circiuts tingled with anticipation. This was FUN. He should've thought of this stellarcycles ago.
Come here mousy mousy...
Suddenly, the beast part of Cheetor sprang to life and his ideas became simplistic. He was SPEED. He was a HUNTER. And the rat before him was Prey.
Cheetor sprang, knocking his quarry down.
"What the-!?!" his prey yelled in his face.
The noise hurt Cheetor's ears, and his growls became roars.
"Cheetor? Have ya slipped ya-" his prey started the noise again.
Cheetor didn't understand the words, they were just noises. He batted with his forepaws. Stoping his prey's noises.
"Cheetor!" said a new voice. Cheetor looked up. Optimus Primal stood in front of the two.
The beast left Cheetor's mind. Cheetor shook his head experiemtally. He looked suprisedly down at Rattrap.
"Hey RT."
"Get off me, ya malfunctioning monster."
Cheetor obeyed, he was a little confused on how he got there. Then he checked his internal clock.
"Oops, gotta go! Scout patrol," he bounded off, leaving Rattrap and Optimus to figure out what just happened.
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I finally wrote up some auditions for the monkey. Yay! I hope they aren't too long, but I get carried away with typing. It's just how I got used to RPing on message boards. Lots of detail is fun. XD I also needed some dialogue and reactions from other characters, so I squeezed them in my auditions. I'll try to work on something later that's a little more secluded to Optimus.
Optimus:
(In Combat)
What began as a simple reconnaissance routine quickly escalated to an unforeseen battle. Observing neutral grounds, Optimus, Rattrap and Cheetor had bumped into the Predacon stooges known as Scorponok, Inferno and Terrorsaur. Ambushed all at once at the base of a rocky mountain side, Primal ordered, “Take cover!” And the three Maximals in their beast modes immediately dived behind separate large boulders as their enemies blasted away at them.
“What de heck are they doin’ here?!” Rattrap shouted above the gun fire.
Optimus didn’t have the answer, and they weren’t going to find out by sitting there waiting to be slagged. “Optimus Primal, maximize!” he called out and converted to his robot mode. Rattrap and Cheetor followed their leader’s transformation and pulled out their weapons. All three began to return fire at the Predacons as shots blew pieces and chunks of stone away from each others’ protection.
Suddenly, Inferno and Scorponok fired heavier and more rapid shots, causing the gorilla, cheetah and rat to duck for a longer period of time. Terrorsaur flew up into the air with some sort of mechanical or alien device, and was headed back toward the Predacons’ base. Rattrap managed to fire back at the two still crouched behind the rocks while Cheetor followed Terrorsaur with gun shots that only pierced the sky, missing the featherless bird. Noticing something probably valuable in his possession, the cheetah’s curiosity and urge to catch the scaly bird overrode his patience and he shot off after him, reverting to his beast mode.
Witnessing this maneuver, and Rattrap providing some cover fire, Optimus hollered at toward the eager Maximal. “Cheetor, wait!” For all he knew, Terrorsaur could be leading the young feline to a trap. With some of Primal’s back momentarily exposed from his boulder being pulverized by the continuous shots, Scorponok took aim and fired a missile. Before he knew what hit him, the Maximal leader felt a hot and stinging sensation to his left shoulder, the force of the explosion blowing him forward and causing him to smash chest-first into a boulder. Fortunately it didn’t render him unconscious, but he was a little dizzy and felt a lot of pain.
“Optimus!” Rattrap called over to him before he fired a few more shots at the Preds who were laughing and firing even more erratically in celebration to the scorpion’s hit.
Primal shook his head and regained focus, turning himself over and leaning his back against the boulder he had flown in to. With the insect and the arachnid on a temporary crazy shooting spree, their shots whizzing through the air in all directions, Optimus noticed an advantage he and Rattrap had. Since the Predacons were on a higher elevation, there were loose rocks above them that could do some serious damage but wouldn’t harm him and Rattrap judging by the ledge their enemy was on. The Maximal lifted his right arm and targeted the area he intended to hit above the scorpion’s and fire ant’s heads and fired two shots from his wrist cannons. Without them noticing until it was too late, Primal’s shots blew away the unsecured rocky turf and a few large boulders came loose, rolling down and crashing on top of the Predacons. The firing finally ceased after Scorponok and Inferno looked up to see the noise and gave a yelp before they were crushed and silenced.
Rattrap stopped firing and hurried over to aid his comrade. “You all right?” he asked.
“Yes,” Optimus said with a short breath as he moved to sit up.
Rattrap examined it when his commander leaned forward and gave a wince at the damage. “At least it ain’t fatal.”
“Cheetor, this is Optimus. Do you read me?” he called through his communication link. The only response was static. “Cheetor, come in,” Primal tried again.
“He’s probably outta range by now,” Rattrap suggested, putting his weapon away. “Either that or energon interference.”
Slag! thought Optimus. Sometimes that cat really got into his gears. In a bit of agony and anger, the leader forced himself into beast mode before the energon surges could take place.
Rattrap did the same and looked up at the gorilla. “We gotta go after him, don’t we?” the rodent said with a hint of reluctance. Optimus simply gave him a short glance and immediately headed off in Cheetor’s and Terrorsaur’s direction on his feet and knuckles. The shot he took from the scorpion gave him a bit of a limp when he added weight on his left arm but it wasn’t enough to keep him down. Cheetor could be in trouble and they needed to find him.
Optimus:
(In Combat)
What began as a simple reconnaissance routine quickly escalated to an unforeseen battle. Observing neutral grounds, Optimus, Rattrap and Cheetor had bumped into the Predacon stooges known as Scorponok, Inferno and Terrorsaur. Ambushed all at once at the base of a rocky mountain side, Primal ordered, “Take cover!” And the three Maximals in their beast modes immediately dived behind separate large boulders as their enemies blasted away at them.
“What de heck are they doin’ here?!” Rattrap shouted above the gun fire.
Optimus didn’t have the answer, and they weren’t going to find out by sitting there waiting to be slagged. “Optimus Primal, maximize!” he called out and converted to his robot mode. Rattrap and Cheetor followed their leader’s transformation and pulled out their weapons. All three began to return fire at the Predacons as shots blew pieces and chunks of stone away from each others’ protection.
Suddenly, Inferno and Scorponok fired heavier and more rapid shots, causing the gorilla, cheetah and rat to duck for a longer period of time. Terrorsaur flew up into the air with some sort of mechanical or alien device, and was headed back toward the Predacons’ base. Rattrap managed to fire back at the two still crouched behind the rocks while Cheetor followed Terrorsaur with gun shots that only pierced the sky, missing the featherless bird. Noticing something probably valuable in his possession, the cheetah’s curiosity and urge to catch the scaly bird overrode his patience and he shot off after him, reverting to his beast mode.
Witnessing this maneuver, and Rattrap providing some cover fire, Optimus hollered at toward the eager Maximal. “Cheetor, wait!” For all he knew, Terrorsaur could be leading the young feline to a trap. With some of Primal’s back momentarily exposed from his boulder being pulverized by the continuous shots, Scorponok took aim and fired a missile. Before he knew what hit him, the Maximal leader felt a hot and stinging sensation to his left shoulder, the force of the explosion blowing him forward and causing him to smash chest-first into a boulder. Fortunately it didn’t render him unconscious, but he was a little dizzy and felt a lot of pain.
“Optimus!” Rattrap called over to him before he fired a few more shots at the Preds who were laughing and firing even more erratically in celebration to the scorpion’s hit.
Primal shook his head and regained focus, turning himself over and leaning his back against the boulder he had flown in to. With the insect and the arachnid on a temporary crazy shooting spree, their shots whizzing through the air in all directions, Optimus noticed an advantage he and Rattrap had. Since the Predacons were on a higher elevation, there were loose rocks above them that could do some serious damage but wouldn’t harm him and Rattrap judging by the ledge their enemy was on. The Maximal lifted his right arm and targeted the area he intended to hit above the scorpion’s and fire ant’s heads and fired two shots from his wrist cannons. Without them noticing until it was too late, Primal’s shots blew away the unsecured rocky turf and a few large boulders came loose, rolling down and crashing on top of the Predacons. The firing finally ceased after Scorponok and Inferno looked up to see the noise and gave a yelp before they were crushed and silenced.
Rattrap stopped firing and hurried over to aid his comrade. “You all right?” he asked.
“Yes,” Optimus said with a short breath as he moved to sit up.
Rattrap examined it when his commander leaned forward and gave a wince at the damage. “At least it ain’t fatal.”
“Cheetor, this is Optimus. Do you read me?” he called through his communication link. The only response was static. “Cheetor, come in,” Primal tried again.
“He’s probably outta range by now,” Rattrap suggested, putting his weapon away. “Either that or energon interference.”
Slag! thought Optimus. Sometimes that cat really got into his gears. In a bit of agony and anger, the leader forced himself into beast mode before the energon surges could take place.
Rattrap did the same and looked up at the gorilla. “We gotta go after him, don’t we?” the rodent said with a hint of reluctance. Optimus simply gave him a short glance and immediately headed off in Cheetor’s and Terrorsaur’s direction on his feet and knuckles. The shot he took from the scorpion gave him a bit of a limp when he added weight on his left arm but it wasn’t enough to keep him down. Cheetor could be in trouble and they needed to find him.
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Here's a shorter one...
Optimus:
“My intention isn’t to blow them to smithereens, Dinobot,” grumbled Optimus as he stood before the former Predacon.
“Megatron would not think twice about sparing your life,” the velociraptor threw back, obviously disappointed by the leader’s opinion on the matter.
“Then that’s precisely what separates me from him,” the commander said, standing his ground.
“And that may very well put yours and the rest of your crews’ lives in danger,” Dinobot hissed before turning his back to the Maximal and exiting the main control room. The anger on Primal’s face slowly washed over and he lightly shook his head.
“Let him go, BigBot,” Cheetor said calmly.
“Yeah,” Rattrap butted in. “Ol’ Chopper Face is probably still lookin’ for a way to take control of the Predascum over there. But who knows why ‘cause they ain’t the sharpest tools in the shed, if you know what I mean. Megadork is the only one holding ‘em all together.”
Optimus looked at his comrades and sighed. “Don’t underestimate them, Rattrap. They may have made mistakes, but so have we. And the greatest one we could make is assuming that Megatron is the only one with the intelligence to drastically turn everything upside down.”
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And another one. I hope this isn't too violent.
Optimus:
(In Combat)
“Megatron?” Optimus said as the Predacon tyrant appeared before him in robot mode. “Why am I not surprised?”
“Perhaps that is because all genius Predacon plots continue to come from the same brilliant mind,” Megs answered with a grin full of ego. In a quick motion, he lifted his t-rex head and fired a beam at his nemesis.
Primal drew one of his swords just as quickly and deflected the shot. “Oh, is that so?” he questioned while returning a small smile. After ricocheting off of his weapon, both of them watched Megatron’s shot hit Waspinator nearby, blowing off two of his wings and causing him to lose control in the air, crashing to the ground. Megatron gave a deep growl and glared back at the Maximal commander. “I was thinking more along the lines that since your schemes continue to fail, every next attempt could only have your name written all over it.”
Megatron grinded his jaws and fired more rapidly at the shorter-than-him Maximal. “We shall see whose luck runs out first, Primal!” he snarled.
Optimus leaped into the air and ignited his jets, dodging the blasts that would have hammered him. Just as the dust cleared, hovering higher above the ground, the Maximal activated his shoulder-mounted missiles and targeted the large Predacon. Megatron looked up, a second of disappointment and outrage rolling around inside of him, and saw two blasts fire off of his opponent. Right when he was about to leap out of the way, the explosions of Primal’s two missiles blew the ground apart at the t-rex’s feet and sent Megatron flying backwards and landing on his back.
Lifting his arm to his chest to speak into his communication link, he said, “Airazor, this is Optimus. Have you retreiv-“ He was suddenly cut off by a shot that hit the side of his torso. Disengaging his jets, he landed with his feet slamming on the ground, causing a leg to collapse on a knee. While he kneeled there, he quickly examined his injury and narrowed his optics in pain.
“I do not fall that easily, Maximal,” Megatron’s dark voice proclaimed as he approached the damaged commander with his tail weapon aimed on him.
“Maybe not,” Optimus said, lowering his head from the Predacon leader’s gaze and holding his free hand over his wound. “But… you fall nonetheless.” In a swift and painful movement, just when Megatron was close enough, he swung the sword that was still in his hand and drove it through the Pred’s right leg, just above his knee.
Optimus:
“My intention isn’t to blow them to smithereens, Dinobot,” grumbled Optimus as he stood before the former Predacon.
“Megatron would not think twice about sparing your life,” the velociraptor threw back, obviously disappointed by the leader’s opinion on the matter.
“Then that’s precisely what separates me from him,” the commander said, standing his ground.
“And that may very well put yours and the rest of your crews’ lives in danger,” Dinobot hissed before turning his back to the Maximal and exiting the main control room. The anger on Primal’s face slowly washed over and he lightly shook his head.
“Let him go, BigBot,” Cheetor said calmly.
“Yeah,” Rattrap butted in. “Ol’ Chopper Face is probably still lookin’ for a way to take control of the Predascum over there. But who knows why ‘cause they ain’t the sharpest tools in the shed, if you know what I mean. Megadork is the only one holding ‘em all together.”
Optimus looked at his comrades and sighed. “Don’t underestimate them, Rattrap. They may have made mistakes, but so have we. And the greatest one we could make is assuming that Megatron is the only one with the intelligence to drastically turn everything upside down.”
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And another one. I hope this isn't too violent.
Optimus:
(In Combat)
“Megatron?” Optimus said as the Predacon tyrant appeared before him in robot mode. “Why am I not surprised?”
“Perhaps that is because all genius Predacon plots continue to come from the same brilliant mind,” Megs answered with a grin full of ego. In a quick motion, he lifted his t-rex head and fired a beam at his nemesis.
Primal drew one of his swords just as quickly and deflected the shot. “Oh, is that so?” he questioned while returning a small smile. After ricocheting off of his weapon, both of them watched Megatron’s shot hit Waspinator nearby, blowing off two of his wings and causing him to lose control in the air, crashing to the ground. Megatron gave a deep growl and glared back at the Maximal commander. “I was thinking more along the lines that since your schemes continue to fail, every next attempt could only have your name written all over it.”
Megatron grinded his jaws and fired more rapidly at the shorter-than-him Maximal. “We shall see whose luck runs out first, Primal!” he snarled.
Optimus leaped into the air and ignited his jets, dodging the blasts that would have hammered him. Just as the dust cleared, hovering higher above the ground, the Maximal activated his shoulder-mounted missiles and targeted the large Predacon. Megatron looked up, a second of disappointment and outrage rolling around inside of him, and saw two blasts fire off of his opponent. Right when he was about to leap out of the way, the explosions of Primal’s two missiles blew the ground apart at the t-rex’s feet and sent Megatron flying backwards and landing on his back.
Lifting his arm to his chest to speak into his communication link, he said, “Airazor, this is Optimus. Have you retreiv-“ He was suddenly cut off by a shot that hit the side of his torso. Disengaging his jets, he landed with his feet slamming on the ground, causing a leg to collapse on a knee. While he kneeled there, he quickly examined his injury and narrowed his optics in pain.
“I do not fall that easily, Maximal,” Megatron’s dark voice proclaimed as he approached the damaged commander with his tail weapon aimed on him.
“Maybe not,” Optimus said, lowering his head from the Predacon leader’s gaze and holding his free hand over his wound. “But… you fall nonetheless.” In a swift and painful movement, just when Megatron was close enough, he swung the sword that was still in his hand and drove it through the Pred’s right leg, just above his knee.
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My turn!......again!
I shall post for....Air Razor in this post. I can't believe no one has auditioned for poor bird lady. Anyway, here goes nothing:
It had been a relatively uneventful day. The scene on the ground passed below like a rotating canvas, the same objects and monuments again and again, unchanging on her patrol ground.
As Airazor glided through the sky as effortlessly as her beast mode, she had time to reflect...on just how bored she was.
She heaved a sigh and dove through a cloud, longing for something interesting to happen.
As if on cue, her com-link beeped. She dropped a little in the air, but quickly recovered to respond.
"Airazor here,"
She listened carefully...
"Oh..." her spark sank a notch when she was asked to merely report on her patrol, "...All normal, nothing spectacular. I'll give you it in full when I'm done. Airazor out."
"And I'll be done when cats fly," she added to herself. With another sigh, she began to swoop to relieve her boredom. For a few seconds, it not only did that, but it filled her with gleeful joy.
That rare and fleeting moment was suddenly violently interrupted by a gunshot to the shoulder.
She plummeted several feet towards the ground before picking herself up shakily. She massaged her injury and squinted up into the sun.
"Two against one? Not only unfair, but highly unoriginal, boys," she joked at her assailants, the Predacon flying duo.
They fired at her again, but this time she was ready. She knew their firing patterns well by now: Terrorsaur shot repeatedly hoping he would hit something, and Waspinator's aim always pulled to the left. Like an expert , she dodged and weaved every bullet and plasma charge as if in time to music.
She flew behind a cloud, and as she predicted she was followed. She then flew into it, and waited for her prey. She saw their outlines confusedly searching for her, cocked her wrist pistols, and fired. Now, her aim was just that huge bit better than either of theirs, and being close-range, she hit both targets square on. She watched on with an amused expression as they fell like flies.
She exited her vapoury hideout to finish the job. She glided down to follow the duo as they fell, mocking their absurd state of helplessness. She pulled up just before they hit the ground.
"3, 2, 1..."
SPLAT.
"Splat?" she exclaimed, "Hunh. I was expecting more of a Thump. Oh well, job well done." She rubbed her hands together, satisfied.
Her com-link beeped again.
"Airazor here...yes, my shift is over now...Report? Nope. Nothing out of the ordinary..."
I shall post for....Air Razor in this post. I can't believe no one has auditioned for poor bird lady. Anyway, here goes nothing:
It had been a relatively uneventful day. The scene on the ground passed below like a rotating canvas, the same objects and monuments again and again, unchanging on her patrol ground.
As Airazor glided through the sky as effortlessly as her beast mode, she had time to reflect...on just how bored she was.
She heaved a sigh and dove through a cloud, longing for something interesting to happen.
As if on cue, her com-link beeped. She dropped a little in the air, but quickly recovered to respond.
"Airazor here,"
She listened carefully...
"Oh..." her spark sank a notch when she was asked to merely report on her patrol, "...All normal, nothing spectacular. I'll give you it in full when I'm done. Airazor out."
"And I'll be done when cats fly," she added to herself. With another sigh, she began to swoop to relieve her boredom. For a few seconds, it not only did that, but it filled her with gleeful joy.
That rare and fleeting moment was suddenly violently interrupted by a gunshot to the shoulder.
She plummeted several feet towards the ground before picking herself up shakily. She massaged her injury and squinted up into the sun.
"Two against one? Not only unfair, but highly unoriginal, boys," she joked at her assailants, the Predacon flying duo.
They fired at her again, but this time she was ready. She knew their firing patterns well by now: Terrorsaur shot repeatedly hoping he would hit something, and Waspinator's aim always pulled to the left. Like an expert , she dodged and weaved every bullet and plasma charge as if in time to music.
She flew behind a cloud, and as she predicted she was followed. She then flew into it, and waited for her prey. She saw their outlines confusedly searching for her, cocked her wrist pistols, and fired. Now, her aim was just that huge bit better than either of theirs, and being close-range, she hit both targets square on. She watched on with an amused expression as they fell like flies.
She exited her vapoury hideout to finish the job. She glided down to follow the duo as they fell, mocking their absurd state of helplessness. She pulled up just before they hit the ground.
"3, 2, 1..."
SPLAT.
"Splat?" she exclaimed, "Hunh. I was expecting more of a Thump. Oh well, job well done." She rubbed her hands together, satisfied.
Her com-link beeped again.
"Airazor here...yes, my shift is over now...Report? Nope. Nothing out of the ordinary..."
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Woah, I'm back already. Okay, this audition will have a little something to do with my last one, if that's OK, for today I shall be trying out for...
Terrorsaur! Come on, he needs some love.
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"What do you mean, NO?"
A few heads raised themselves up briefly to get a better glimpse of what the fuss was about. Eyes rolled and returned to their duties when all interest was lost on account of familiar goings-on: Terrorsaur was challenging Megatron. Whooptie-doo.
"What do you mean, "I can't lead a mission"?" the flyer squawked hysterically.
"My dear Terrorsaur, you could not lead an army of lemmings off a cliff," Megatron responded, much quieter than his so-called threat to his leadership.
"I can too! And Waspinator does too count! It's almost like leading an entire legion when he gets blown to bits!"
"Yesss, I see where you're coming from now," the T-Rex responded sarcastically.
"I'll show you! I'll show all of you, right here, right now, that there is only ONE true leader here, and he's floating right in front of GAWWK!"
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Later, Terrorsaur crawled out of the repair tank that now had his name on it, next to Waspinator's...which had it's own plaque.
He grumbled and rubbed his head.
"Okay, so that didn't go as I'd planned...again..."
He stumbled a little as he exited the tank, still dizzy from the beating he couldn't quite remember.
"That's it. If I can't take Megatron down from the inside, I shall take him down by defeating the Maximals! It's got to work one of these times!"
Gleefully rubbing his hands together, he transformed into beast mode and took off.
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"Rawk! There she is..." Terrorsaur whispered to his insectoid companion, who reluctantly allowed himself to be dragged along.
Airazor began to swoop.
"Now's our chance! Attack!"
He fired blindly in her direction, and one of them actually hit her shoulder.
"Ha! A bullseye! Feel my wrath, Maximal! Bow to your supreme overlord!!!" He did a loop the loop of triumph, cackling as the clouds circled around him.
"Will you stop moving about!" he yelled at the bird, "How am I supposed to conquer you if you won't keep still?!"
He followed her immediately when she flew behind a cloud.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." he cooed jeeringly.
BANG.
"Gawk!"
He and Waspinator began a long descent towards the earthy ground, getting tangled in each other as they tried to pull up.
SPLAT.
"Doezzzz grrreat leader want Wazzzzpinator to pick up his head?"
"Shut up, insect...and pass me my elbow..."
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LoL. That was fun.
See you next audition. Do forgive me, OOP, but I might consider going for Optimus...
Terrorsaur! Come on, he needs some love.
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"What do you mean, NO?"
A few heads raised themselves up briefly to get a better glimpse of what the fuss was about. Eyes rolled and returned to their duties when all interest was lost on account of familiar goings-on: Terrorsaur was challenging Megatron. Whooptie-doo.
"What do you mean, "I can't lead a mission"?" the flyer squawked hysterically.
"My dear Terrorsaur, you could not lead an army of lemmings off a cliff," Megatron responded, much quieter than his so-called threat to his leadership.
"I can too! And Waspinator does too count! It's almost like leading an entire legion when he gets blown to bits!"
"Yesss, I see where you're coming from now," the T-Rex responded sarcastically.
"I'll show you! I'll show all of you, right here, right now, that there is only ONE true leader here, and he's floating right in front of GAWWK!"
---
Later, Terrorsaur crawled out of the repair tank that now had his name on it, next to Waspinator's...which had it's own plaque.
He grumbled and rubbed his head.
"Okay, so that didn't go as I'd planned...again..."
He stumbled a little as he exited the tank, still dizzy from the beating he couldn't quite remember.
"That's it. If I can't take Megatron down from the inside, I shall take him down by defeating the Maximals! It's got to work one of these times!"
Gleefully rubbing his hands together, he transformed into beast mode and took off.
---
"Rawk! There she is..." Terrorsaur whispered to his insectoid companion, who reluctantly allowed himself to be dragged along.
Airazor began to swoop.
"Now's our chance! Attack!"
He fired blindly in her direction, and one of them actually hit her shoulder.
"Ha! A bullseye! Feel my wrath, Maximal! Bow to your supreme overlord!!!" He did a loop the loop of triumph, cackling as the clouds circled around him.
He stumbled out of his victory loop, and ordered Waspinator to open fire with him."Two against one? Not only unfair, but highly unoriginal, boys,"
"Will you stop moving about!" he yelled at the bird, "How am I supposed to conquer you if you won't keep still?!"
He followed her immediately when she flew behind a cloud.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are..." he cooed jeeringly.
BANG.
"Gawk!"
He and Waspinator began a long descent towards the earthy ground, getting tangled in each other as they tried to pull up.
SPLAT.
"Doezzzz grrreat leader want Wazzzzpinator to pick up his head?"
"Shut up, insect...and pass me my elbow..."
***
LoL. That was fun.
See you next audition. Do forgive me, OOP, but I might consider going for Optimus...
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Well,no one has posted for some time,and there's only been one audition for Inferno (Though Tor is quite good at this;I am a humble amature). He is one of my favorite characters,so I shall audition for him too,I think,while slipping in submissions for the one of the other characters I would like to RP as(Not counting my OC,Blaze 
).
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The sun was setting in the west,reflecting off the edges of Darkside,as Inferno marched around and around "The Colony" as he called it,watching for telltale signs of Maximal intruders.
There was a brief crackle in the foilage on the other side of the surrounding lava pit. Inferno froze,listening. There it was again! He pointed his gun at the area,spark pounding. A sigh of relief escaped his vocal processor as the sorce of the noise,a rabbit,lept into view,quietly settling in a nearby patch of grass to forage.
Suddenly,a piece of blue webbing entangled it. The terrified creautre made a small,squeal-type noise as it was hauled up to stare into the mad gaze of a giant,yellow optic...
"Hmph," Tarantulas sniffed,looking at his prey. "Smaller than I had anticipated. Still,you will make a fine snack!" he chuckled,leaping across the treanch that separated two very different terrains;One lush and full of life,one dry,a barren,lifeless wasteland.
"You disgust me,Arachnid," Inferno grumbled,prodding the spider-con's chest with a finger.
"Bah! What does your oppinion matter? I have far more important things to do," Tarantulas sneered,stalking away.
Inferno stood alone,watching his advesary go,feeling somewhat crushed as he returned to his duty. He sighed,thinking of the unfortunate rabbit,and pittied it for its fate.
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The sun was setting in the west,reflecting off the edges of Darkside,as Inferno marched around and around "The Colony" as he called it,watching for telltale signs of Maximal intruders.
There was a brief crackle in the foilage on the other side of the surrounding lava pit. Inferno froze,listening. There it was again! He pointed his gun at the area,spark pounding. A sigh of relief escaped his vocal processor as the sorce of the noise,a rabbit,lept into view,quietly settling in a nearby patch of grass to forage.
Suddenly,a piece of blue webbing entangled it. The terrified creautre made a small,squeal-type noise as it was hauled up to stare into the mad gaze of a giant,yellow optic...
"Hmph," Tarantulas sniffed,looking at his prey. "Smaller than I had anticipated. Still,you will make a fine snack!" he chuckled,leaping across the treanch that separated two very different terrains;One lush and full of life,one dry,a barren,lifeless wasteland.
"You disgust me,Arachnid," Inferno grumbled,prodding the spider-con's chest with a finger.
"Bah! What does your oppinion matter? I have far more important things to do," Tarantulas sneered,stalking away.
Inferno stood alone,watching his advesary go,feeling somewhat crushed as he returned to his duty. He sighed,thinking of the unfortunate rabbit,and pittied it for its fate.
Death becomes you.
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Optimal Optimus Primal
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WHAT?! HOW DARE YOOOOU!Do forgive me, OOP, but I might consider going for Optimus...
Just kidding. Be my guest!I just typed up another audition for OP. ...And it's really long. But it has more dialogue! ... I can't help it, I get carried away! This one starts out a little lighter than dramatic but then it turns into a battle anyway.
At least I'm having fun! 
Optimus:
It was pitch black. Black until his red optics flickered back on-line and came into focus. What just happened? Flying. Optimus remembered that he was flying and then… then something had hit him. Several parts and places on his body ached and light smoke still streamed from underneath him, whisking upward as the light breeze took it in its grasp. Where was he? On his back staring at the stars that twinkled in the night sky. Someone had shot him while he was flying back to base. Who? It didn’t matter who. He needed to diagnose his injuries and find out what the slag was going on.
Primal slowly sat up and examined himself. The smoke was coming from his jets that were located on his back, probably where he had taken the hit and the most damage. Prime, he sarcastically thought to himself. Looking around his surroundings, there was probably a Predacon or more out there some where. He wasn’t that far from the Axalon but far enough that if this was an ambush, he could be in some serious trouble.
“Optimus to base, come in,” he called over his comm. link. Scrambling to his feet, he quickly found cover behind a large tree and crouched low.
“Good evening, an’ welcome to the Axalon hotline. Dis is DJ RT,” Rattrap answered in his cheery, radio broadcasting voice. “What song are you requestin’ tonight?”
Optimus shook his head and rolled his optics. He kept his voice low and said, “Rattrap, I’ve just been shot down. I don’t know by whom, I can’t see anyone. I’ve lost my flight and I’ll be susceptible to energon build up soon.”
“Uh huh,” the rat commented over their transmission. “So you’re lookin’ for a soft rock kind of love song? We don’t play none of that here, buddy. Just the heavy stuff.”
The Maximal leader impatiently growled under his breath. “Rattrap, enough! If you can’t take this seriously, then put someone else on the line!” His optics were constantly scanning the darkness surrounding him.
“All right, all right!” the DJ wannabe said. “Don’t get yer empty banana peels in a bunch. I’m lookin’ at the long range scanners an’ the only signature I see out dere anywhere is yours.”
Not exactly what the maximized gorilla wanted to hear. “Keep watching the scanners. I’m going to head for the perimeter of the shields. Stand by,” he responded as he stood up and started jogging in the direction of the Axalon.
“You got it,” Rattrap replied.
Optimus accelerated his speed to a run and didn’t bother looking back. He only spared a few glances to his flanks while he aimed to reach the base. Everything was quiet until he entered a less covered area just out of reach of Sentinel. Suddenly, a bright light blew by just behind him, barely missing him. Seeing it out of the corner of his vision, he threw himself behind one of the large boulders that were scattered about across the rocky terrain that surrounded the broken ship.
“I just encountered another shot,” Primal informed Rattrap. For a moment, he kept his back glued to the boulder, but eventually peeked around his cover and looked from the ground to the sky.
“Eh, I got nothin’, Boss Monkey,” the rodent responded. “You sure you’re seein’ what you’re seein?”
“Yes! My jets don’t just spontaneously explode, Rattrap,” said Optimus.
“Okay. No reason to get snappy. Let’s assume it’s a Pred, and if it’s firin’ at you we should assume it’s in robot mode, right?”
“Stop assuming and give me a possible explanation,” the commander said with little patience.
“I’m just sayin’ dat if our sensors ain’t detecting them, den maybe they’ve got some kinda energy signature disabler. ‘Cause, you know, I think all of ‘em would have a hard time firin’ a weapon in those hideous beast modes dey all got,” he snickered.
“Well, I’m running out of time,” Primal told him, ignoring the rat’s last comment. “If Sentinel can’t detect them, then-“ He was cut off when energon build up finally caught up to the time he had been exposed to it. “Beast mode,” he grumbled and reverted to his gorilla form. Then, as if things weren’t getting bad enough, he looked up to find Megatron, Inferno and Tarantulas targeting him with their weapons.
“I do hate to drop in on such short notice,” Megatron deviously grinned, “but I thought this would be the perfect opportunity to test our new device, yesss.” Inferno’s finger twitched on his large gun’s trigger, no doubt eager to set Optimus on fire. Tarantulas simply gave a tight chuckle.
“Optimus?” Rattrap called over their link.
“They’re standing right in front of me,” he answered, glaring up at Megatron.
“Huh. …Slag,” the Maximal spy gulped.
“Enough,” the Predacon leader demanded. “Lower the shields.” Primal simply stood there and glared at the three Preds, refusing to co-operate. “Lower. The. Shields,” Megatron repeated himself in a deeper tone and held his t-rex head point blank at the Maximal’s head. Without Optimus even opening his mouth, the shields were deactivated. Megatron smiled in satisfaction for a moment before he realized what was wrong. Rhinox and Cheetor were lowered just enough from the Axalon’s lift to see their targets and start firing. Megatron growled in anger as shots flew by and ducked behind a rock next to Optimus. Inferno took to the air and Tarantulas dived behind another boulder, returning fire.
Both Cheetor and Rhinox were lowered to the ground and immediately took cover while returning fire at the Predacons.
“Rattrap, see if you can find out how they’re scrambling our sensors,” ordered Primal.
Overhearing the command, Megatron grew angrier and refused to fail this time. Dodging the other Maximals’ shots, he jumped from his boulder to Primal’s and tackled the smaller leader in beast mode before he could escape. “I’m afraid it won’t be that simple!” Megatron wrapped his t-rex’s jaws around the Maximal’s chest and applied pressure. Optimus, clamped in his grip, tried prying the mouth open. The Predacon only squeezed tighter, his evil smirk returning to his face. Primal cried out in pain as he felt the teeth dig into his armor and his body being crushed. He was losing his strength keeping Megatron’s grasp from snapping him into two. However, just beyond the Pred’s shoulder, he noticed someone approaching fast from behind.
Dinobot was racing toward the battle, ready for action with his tail spinning in one hand and his sword in the other. His eyes turned green and he blasted his dual laser beams into Megatron’s back, piercing his armor. In a cry of agony, the Predacon automatically released Optimus and was forced to fall back. Primal fell against his back and felt a great lift of pressure around his chest. He was quite relieved to see Dinobot.
(( And that's where I stopped it because I realized I was typing like three pages in Word... My bad.
))"Well, that's just prime!"
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Dang, OOP, putting me to shame! That, and great job!
Rhinox
Combined Battle and Peace
IC
Guns whining dangerously always satisfied a very quiet part of Rhinox's Spark. Ruby optics calmly taking in the enemy before him, fingers itching on the triggers, the tech/medic allowed only a split second of their confusion to register before opening fire again, rotary guns spitting physical bullets faster than any human-made gatlings, which these had been modeled after.
Roaring with the effort of keeping the muzzles level and on target, seeing how the bullets raced towards Inferno's knees and torso, Rhinox saw Inferno raise his flamethrowers and take aim once more. He'd already taken two direct scorchings, and wasn't about to take a third. Darting behind a tree, ducking and spinning to roll behind a boulder, agile for his great size and stature, the largest Maximal calmed his Spark-pulse, listening out for the crackle of wood and small tinder burning behind him.
Predictably, Inferno lit up the forest.
He heard three small clicks from his comm-link, and grinned. Good. Time to pull back. Rattrap achieved what they had come to do, and that was take out another of Megatron's proto-jamming towers. Keeping his head down and darting out in a straight line away from Inferno, keeping the rock firmly between him and the ant's energy signature to keep out of sight, he dropped into a deep, dry stream bed, landing on someone.
Looking up, he met Dinobot's shifting gaze.
Looking down, he saw why the raptor had been caught in the expression of a death-glare and bloodlust, which had turned to confusion.
"Whoops. Sorry. Don't worry about finishing him off; Rattrap's done." He started to walk off, but then stopped when he didn't hear Dinobot's pace behind him. "I'm heavy enough to knock his processor askew for a good three solar cycles, Dinobot. Leave Megatron alone and let's get back to base. I want to get a look at that gash in your side."
This time, when he turned back for the base, he heard Dinobot follow.
Good. He was able to make a difference with that mech.
OOC
One thing that I've really learned about Rhinox is that he always has the ability to go from ready to kill someone to ready to teach in very little time. Most of the other Maximals don't have that ability to switch gears so quickly, and that's no pun.
Rhinox
Combined Battle and Peace
IC
Guns whining dangerously always satisfied a very quiet part of Rhinox's Spark. Ruby optics calmly taking in the enemy before him, fingers itching on the triggers, the tech/medic allowed only a split second of their confusion to register before opening fire again, rotary guns spitting physical bullets faster than any human-made gatlings, which these had been modeled after.
Roaring with the effort of keeping the muzzles level and on target, seeing how the bullets raced towards Inferno's knees and torso, Rhinox saw Inferno raise his flamethrowers and take aim once more. He'd already taken two direct scorchings, and wasn't about to take a third. Darting behind a tree, ducking and spinning to roll behind a boulder, agile for his great size and stature, the largest Maximal calmed his Spark-pulse, listening out for the crackle of wood and small tinder burning behind him.
Predictably, Inferno lit up the forest.
He heard three small clicks from his comm-link, and grinned. Good. Time to pull back. Rattrap achieved what they had come to do, and that was take out another of Megatron's proto-jamming towers. Keeping his head down and darting out in a straight line away from Inferno, keeping the rock firmly between him and the ant's energy signature to keep out of sight, he dropped into a deep, dry stream bed, landing on someone.
Looking up, he met Dinobot's shifting gaze.
Looking down, he saw why the raptor had been caught in the expression of a death-glare and bloodlust, which had turned to confusion.
"Whoops. Sorry. Don't worry about finishing him off; Rattrap's done." He started to walk off, but then stopped when he didn't hear Dinobot's pace behind him. "I'm heavy enough to knock his processor askew for a good three solar cycles, Dinobot. Leave Megatron alone and let's get back to base. I want to get a look at that gash in your side."
This time, when he turned back for the base, he heard Dinobot follow.
Good. He was able to make a difference with that mech.
OOC
One thing that I've really learned about Rhinox is that he always has the ability to go from ready to kill someone to ready to teach in very little time. Most of the other Maximals don't have that ability to switch gears so quickly, and that's no pun.
Uncle Iroh: I know you're not supposed to cry over spilled tea, but *cries* it's just so sad!
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Optimal Optimus Primal
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Welcome back, Sinead! Yeah... *scratches my head* Sorry for all the long auditions. XD But thank you! You just did a superb job on Rhinox, though!Dang, OOP, putting me to shame! That, and great job!
Actually, I think everyone's been doing an awesome job with the auditions. ...Not that my opinion matters but I needed to say it.
Here's another one from me, whether or not you guys are getting tired of reading for the same character over and over.
I think this will be my last one, though. I wanted to show a little bit of OP's father-like side to Cheetor and his forgiveness. I also wanted to add one of his other great qualities of making speeches that everyone loves so much. Don't worry, they aren't that long-winded. Optimus:
In beast mode, the form that all of the returning Maximals were in as they entered the Axalon after a failed attempt to stop Megatron, Optimus Primal turned and looked at the young cheetah. “The stunt you pulled cost us our mission, Cheetor,” the angry leader said.
“I know,” Cheetor quietly agreed as he slowly lowered his head and flattened his ears in shame.
Optimus went on in a colder commanding tone. “My orders aren’t given without reasons. They are there to direct everyone and their function as a team. When they’re disobeyed, that’s when the plan falls apart and injuries happen that could have been avoided.” His brown eyes narrowed on the cat for a moment whose head still hung low.
“So the kid messed up,” Rattrap butted in as an attempt to cool the gorilla down. “We ain’t perfect. And we’re all alive, so why get so uptight?”
“Because,” Dinobot said, “now Megatron has successfully acquired a very useful and powerful device. And who do you think he intends to use it on?” The velociraptor glared at the rodent for a moment.
“Look, I’m sorry,” Cheetor apologized, sending a sorrowful glance at Optimus before looking at the others.
“Sorry doesn’t fix the damage that is done,” the raptor spat.
“Oh yeah, like you always listen to the great Optimus’s orders,” Rattrap sarcastically said.
“I give them more consideration without argument than you, vermin.” Dinobot sneered and raised a claw, pointing at the little rat.
“That’s enough!” Primal shouted at the two that began bickering. He moved his gaze back to the cheetah, gave a faint sigh, and spoke with a warmer voice. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, Cheetor. But from now on, you need to listen before you react. We are all a team here, and if we’re going to stop Megatron and find a way to go home, then we need to work together.”
Cheetor lifted his head and gave a light smile with a nod.
"Well, that's just prime!"
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I want to audtion for Cheetor. I really do. The only other audition I've given is for Silverbolt and he won't come in for a while (let alone others might want him too).
But... I can't think properly right now.
I'll be back.
But... I can't think properly right now.
I'll be back.
I understand... you are, after all, a predacon.
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Ahem...I'm still debating whether I stand a chance at Optimus now...rrrrg.
BUT. I shall take a whack at it nonetheless. Here goes, making it up as I go along
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Optimus:
"This is Optimus Primal. I want all nearest available field units to report to my position within 20 cycles. Anyone left at base, I want Sentinel put on highest alert, and stay put to await further instruction. Let's not dawdle, people. Optimus out."
He did not bother wait for a response from any of his crew. When he gave an order, he expected it to be followed…with as little protest as possible.
He looked from side to side; he thought he heard something.
"Maximise," he said. His gears ground and his part clicked and whirred into place. "Flight mode!"
He took off, the leaves at his feet fleeing from the flames of his jets. Once he reached a comfortable altitude he slowed down, and began to circle. His comrades would certainly be able to spot him, but he was also very aware that Predacons would as well.
He continued to circle, and after about 7 cycles, Tigatron came into view.
Good, that's at least one, he told himself.
Someone else followed Tigatron. Optimus zoomed in on them, but they kept disappearing under clouds of vegetation. He kept his eye on them, for he had a strange feeling...
At last, a clearing. He zoomed in even closer.
That was not one of his Maximals. Scorpinok tailed Tigatron, and was scuttling in the woods behind him.
"Oh, no we don't," Primal growled. He shifted his body position so that his bottom half was closer to the clouds, set his thrusters to full capacity and shot like a bullet towards the arachnid.
His body started to shake as he accelerated. With some effort, he brought his arms in front of his head and withdrew his wrist canons.He fired.
Bang on target. His two photon blasts hit the scorpion on wither side of his claws, disorienting him as well as sending him flying.
Tigatron turned his head when his leader landed expertly on the ground next to him.
"Well, I guess that takes care of your mystery stalker," Optimus said cheerily.
"You mean Scorpinok?" Tigatron replied.
"Oh," Optimus said, deflated, "You knew he was there?"
"For a while. I was planning on losing him in some denser forest, then taking care of him myself."
"Oh..."
"But I appreciate your intentions," he assured his leader with a grateful smile. Optimus returned it. He should have known Tigatron could handle himself. He always had.
"Has anyone else arrived?" the cat asked.
"No, you're the first," Optimus answered, "but I want to wait until the others arrive. Let's get to the clearing. Beast mode."
He transformed back into his furry disguise, and walked back to the meting place with his comrade, smirking at the wreckage of Scorpinok they left behind.
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You didn't honestly think I'd come up with something, did you? XD Joking. I don't think anyone's desperate for me to finish it
That's mine for Optimus. Unfortunately, the first day of work means my imagination is not at its peak. I might think of something else for him, buuuut then again I might use that for another character....possibly....
>,>
Later!
BUT. I shall take a whack at it nonetheless. Here goes, making it up as I go along
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Optimus:
"This is Optimus Primal. I want all nearest available field units to report to my position within 20 cycles. Anyone left at base, I want Sentinel put on highest alert, and stay put to await further instruction. Let's not dawdle, people. Optimus out."
He did not bother wait for a response from any of his crew. When he gave an order, he expected it to be followed…with as little protest as possible.
He looked from side to side; he thought he heard something.
"Maximise," he said. His gears ground and his part clicked and whirred into place. "Flight mode!"
He took off, the leaves at his feet fleeing from the flames of his jets. Once he reached a comfortable altitude he slowed down, and began to circle. His comrades would certainly be able to spot him, but he was also very aware that Predacons would as well.
He continued to circle, and after about 7 cycles, Tigatron came into view.
Good, that's at least one, he told himself.
Someone else followed Tigatron. Optimus zoomed in on them, but they kept disappearing under clouds of vegetation. He kept his eye on them, for he had a strange feeling...
At last, a clearing. He zoomed in even closer.
That was not one of his Maximals. Scorpinok tailed Tigatron, and was scuttling in the woods behind him.
"Oh, no we don't," Primal growled. He shifted his body position so that his bottom half was closer to the clouds, set his thrusters to full capacity and shot like a bullet towards the arachnid.
His body started to shake as he accelerated. With some effort, he brought his arms in front of his head and withdrew his wrist canons.He fired.
Bang on target. His two photon blasts hit the scorpion on wither side of his claws, disorienting him as well as sending him flying.
Tigatron turned his head when his leader landed expertly on the ground next to him.
"Well, I guess that takes care of your mystery stalker," Optimus said cheerily.
"You mean Scorpinok?" Tigatron replied.
"Oh," Optimus said, deflated, "You knew he was there?"
"For a while. I was planning on losing him in some denser forest, then taking care of him myself."
"Oh..."
"But I appreciate your intentions," he assured his leader with a grateful smile. Optimus returned it. He should have known Tigatron could handle himself. He always had.
"Has anyone else arrived?" the cat asked.
"No, you're the first," Optimus answered, "but I want to wait until the others arrive. Let's get to the clearing. Beast mode."
He transformed back into his furry disguise, and walked back to the meting place with his comrade, smirking at the wreckage of Scorpinok they left behind.
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You didn't honestly think I'd come up with something, did you? XD Joking. I don't think anyone's desperate for me to finish it
That's mine for Optimus. Unfortunately, the first day of work means my imagination is not at its peak. I might think of something else for him, buuuut then again I might use that for another character....possibly....
>,>
Later!
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This is my first attempt at playing Terrorsaur...ever. So please bear with me. >.<
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"Zzzz." Inferno snored noisily while off-duity.
"Oh,Infeeeeernoooo," Terrorsaur crowed,rudely inturupting his comrade's stasis.
"Zzz-*snort*,Wha-wha?"
"We're going energon mining today. And you know what that means..."
"Maximals!" Inferno sat bolt upright,guns in hand.
"That's right," Terrorsaur cooed,still speaking in a cheerful tone. "And who's going to protect the Colony from Optimus Primal and his lakies like a good little fire ant?"
"I shall take the outer defence. You and Waspinator will collect the energon. Now hurry,the Royalty commands it!" Inferno lept out the nearest door.
Terrorsaur chuckled cunningly to himself. This was going to be so easy...
A few cycles later,he and Waspinator busied themselves gathering energon that had formed in a medium-sized pit,while Inferno marched along the perimiter,watching for any signs of Maximal intruders.
"Inferno,look out!" Terrorsaur cried,pretending to be afraid.
"What-Argh!"
But it was too late. With one swift motion,Terrorsaur shot Inferno dead-center in the back.
"Wha...?" Waspinator began,just before he was pushed into a large cluster of energon crystals,and exploded.
Laughing cheerily,Terrorsaur switched to beast mode,and took off,leaving his teamates behind to suffer,not caring for their fates. There was only one thing he could think of now:Megatron.
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"Zzzz." Inferno snored noisily while off-duity.
"Oh,Infeeeeernoooo," Terrorsaur crowed,rudely inturupting his comrade's stasis.
"Zzz-*snort*,Wha-wha?"
"We're going energon mining today. And you know what that means..."
"Maximals!" Inferno sat bolt upright,guns in hand.
"That's right," Terrorsaur cooed,still speaking in a cheerful tone. "And who's going to protect the Colony from Optimus Primal and his lakies like a good little fire ant?"
"I shall take the outer defence. You and Waspinator will collect the energon. Now hurry,the Royalty commands it!" Inferno lept out the nearest door.
Terrorsaur chuckled cunningly to himself. This was going to be so easy...
A few cycles later,he and Waspinator busied themselves gathering energon that had formed in a medium-sized pit,while Inferno marched along the perimiter,watching for any signs of Maximal intruders.
"Inferno,look out!" Terrorsaur cried,pretending to be afraid.
"What-Argh!"
But it was too late. With one swift motion,Terrorsaur shot Inferno dead-center in the back.
"Wha...?" Waspinator began,just before he was pushed into a large cluster of energon crystals,and exploded.
Laughing cheerily,Terrorsaur switched to beast mode,and took off,leaving his teamates behind to suffer,not caring for their fates. There was only one thing he could think of now:Megatron.
Death becomes you.
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Ooo... RC,
You make for one diabolical Terrorsaur.
IC (BA):
Blackarachnia heard Megatron call her name. Choosing to ignore her commanding officer, she continued her work, it was more important than anything he wanted. He would probably send her on an impossible mission and pair her with Tarantulas or Terrorsaur. Just the thought of those two made Blackarachnia's claws twitch with annoyance.
"BLACKARCHNIA!" Megatron's bellow told Blackarachnia it would be impossible to pretend to ignore him any longer, without arousing anymore unwanted suspicion.
Absently, she hid her work and worked her way to the control center. Megatron was seated above her, the world at his feet. He glared down at her, optics burning with a deep mistrust.
"Yes?" her polite tone was betrayed as she returned his gaze with equal ferosity.
"I need you for a mission in Delta quadrant. You, Tarantulas, and Terrorsaur-" Of course, Blackarachnia thought sourly, "-you will construct a jamming tower, stopping all Maximal communications."
"Why do I need to go?" Terrorsaur whined, scrutinizing Megatron with narowed optics.
Megatron swithced his fiery gaze to Terrorsaur.
Terrorsaur lowered his gaze, adding hastily, "Unless of course, the Mighty Megatron wishes me to."
"I cannot believe I have to perform such a trivial task," huffed Tarantulas.
"Quite complaining and lets get this over with," Blackarachnia gave a with a resigned sigh.
Tarantulas traced a claw over her thigh, "What a beautiful creation you are."
Blackarachnia pushed his claw away, leveling him with a livid glare. It was going to be a long day.
OOC:
UGH. I kinda thought this one was harder to shape...
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You make for one diabolical Terrorsaur.
IC (BA):
Blackarachnia heard Megatron call her name. Choosing to ignore her commanding officer, she continued her work, it was more important than anything he wanted. He would probably send her on an impossible mission and pair her with Tarantulas or Terrorsaur. Just the thought of those two made Blackarachnia's claws twitch with annoyance.
"BLACKARCHNIA!" Megatron's bellow told Blackarachnia it would be impossible to pretend to ignore him any longer, without arousing anymore unwanted suspicion.
Absently, she hid her work and worked her way to the control center. Megatron was seated above her, the world at his feet. He glared down at her, optics burning with a deep mistrust.
"Yes?" her polite tone was betrayed as she returned his gaze with equal ferosity.
"I need you for a mission in Delta quadrant. You, Tarantulas, and Terrorsaur-" Of course, Blackarachnia thought sourly, "-you will construct a jamming tower, stopping all Maximal communications."
"Why do I need to go?" Terrorsaur whined, scrutinizing Megatron with narowed optics.
Megatron swithced his fiery gaze to Terrorsaur.
Terrorsaur lowered his gaze, adding hastily, "Unless of course, the Mighty Megatron wishes me to."
"I cannot believe I have to perform such a trivial task," huffed Tarantulas.
"Quite complaining and lets get this over with," Blackarachnia gave a with a resigned sigh.
Tarantulas traced a claw over her thigh, "What a beautiful creation you are."
Blackarachnia pushed his claw away, leveling him with a livid glare. It was going to be a long day.
OOC:
UGH. I kinda thought this one was harder to shape...
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Tor
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O yeah,
Cuz I am absoultely REPULSED by my Cheetor audition, I decieded to REDO it... well not exactly, the old ones still up... *i-know-i-dont-make-sense sigh* here goes...
IC:
Cheetor could be described as many things, childish, impulsive, immature, and rash.
"Its not really my fault," Cheetor glowered to himself as he slunk from a sharp reprimand from Optimus.
"Hey Spots," Rattrap lounged lazily, supposedly helping rhinox 'repair' the ship. "Pop Op wants ya to go scout out our perimeta." Rattrap straightened giving Cheetor a uncharacteristic, stern look, "No more dan 20 klicks out."
Cheetor was shaking from anticipation. FINALLY, a chance to stretch his legs after a decacycle trapped aboard the Axalon.
"Ya heard dat Spots?" Rattrap leaned closer to Cheetor, "20 klicks."
"Yeah, yeah," Cheetor agreed impatiently, then, not waiting for the rat to respond, bounded out of base.
*20 minutes later*
Cheetor had gone far beyond the 20 klick boundry, but the terrian around the base was BORING. He wanted something new and exciting! Not rocks.
Sprinting through the savannah, Cheetor enjoyed the informations his sensors were feeding him: the grass brushing against him, the sun warming his back, the loose soil molding to fit his feet. Sometimes it felt good just to run.
Just as Cheetor made it into the line of jungle trees, a warning apeared over his vision. He was overheating.
"Overheating? What?" Cheetor was incredulous. "I must be broken! My vehicle mode never did this!"
Someone shifted in a tree above him, "You have bigger things to worry about pussycat." A sole optic scanned him from the tree. "Yes, weeheeteehee HAHAHAAA!"
~
Finito!
Hopefully THIS is better.
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Cuz I am absoultely REPULSED by my Cheetor audition, I decieded to REDO it... well not exactly, the old ones still up... *i-know-i-dont-make-sense sigh* here goes...
IC:
Cheetor could be described as many things, childish, impulsive, immature, and rash.
"Its not really my fault," Cheetor glowered to himself as he slunk from a sharp reprimand from Optimus.
"Hey Spots," Rattrap lounged lazily, supposedly helping rhinox 'repair' the ship. "Pop Op wants ya to go scout out our perimeta." Rattrap straightened giving Cheetor a uncharacteristic, stern look, "No more dan 20 klicks out."
Cheetor was shaking from anticipation. FINALLY, a chance to stretch his legs after a decacycle trapped aboard the Axalon.
"Ya heard dat Spots?" Rattrap leaned closer to Cheetor, "20 klicks."
"Yeah, yeah," Cheetor agreed impatiently, then, not waiting for the rat to respond, bounded out of base.
*20 minutes later*
Cheetor had gone far beyond the 20 klick boundry, but the terrian around the base was BORING. He wanted something new and exciting! Not rocks.
Sprinting through the savannah, Cheetor enjoyed the informations his sensors were feeding him: the grass brushing against him, the sun warming his back, the loose soil molding to fit his feet. Sometimes it felt good just to run.
Just as Cheetor made it into the line of jungle trees, a warning apeared over his vision. He was overheating.
"Overheating? What?" Cheetor was incredulous. "I must be broken! My vehicle mode never did this!"
Someone shifted in a tree above him, "You have bigger things to worry about pussycat." A sole optic scanned him from the tree. "Yes, weeheeteehee HAHAHAAA!"
~
Finito!
Hopefully THIS is better.
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(audition for Black Arachnia)
Sent on a mission by Megatron, with only Waspinator as support was a plan made for desaster.
The bug wasn't even able to transform properly before he was hit by the autocanons in mid air.
And before she noticed his first parts drop onto the ground, she was already surrounded by Optimus Primal and his merry men.
She had no choice but to surrender. She had no intention on giving up her spart for anyone, especialy Megatron.
The holding cell was dark, and their where no windows to light the small room she was tossed into by Rattrap and Cheetor.
She heared them argue, and the rat left the young kitten all by himself to guard her.
This was her chance to plant the seeds which will ultimatly lead to her freedom.
"Hey you. Your name is Cheeter wasn't it?"
Cheetor turned around with a frown. "That's CHEETOR! And i shouldn't be talking to you! So shut up!"
Black Arachnia could tell from the first time they met, he was a young and naive bot. She knew she could get to him. She was after all a Black Widow.
"You always do what you're told Cheetor? Or are you simply afraid i talk your sensors to stand-by mode?"
"I'm not afraid of anything!"
That was the reaction she was aiming for. It was time to see how strong his defences where against her female charms.
"You know..... at the Predacon base, their aren't many interesting men around. And they all are mentaly disturbed in one way or another."
That remark formed a smile on the young Maximal's face, and so she decided to continue.
She trailed her index finger slowly along the energon field seperating her from her victom while flashing him a seductive smile.
"You know, i find only one bot on this planet attractive enough to make kneecaps weaken."
Cheetor turned around, and as if she planned it, he was only inches away from her face. He could feel the slight vibration of the energon field bugging his faceplates, but couldn't find the power to pull away from her.
He never knew a femme-bot quit like her, and he was enjoying this moment far to much, he knew. But still..... if only he could.....
Then the dark beauty spoke to him again in a soft wisper, almost a purr, whitch made his spark pulsate almost out of control.
"I know what you want, and i want it atleast as badly as you do. Their is only one thing betwean us and our goals is it not? And you have the only way to take down this obsticle and get to that goal....."
Cheetor's mind told him he shouldn't be doing this, but his hand already moved on it's own accord, and deactivated the energon field.
Black Arachnia smiled victoriously, and took a step closer to her victom. She liked them young and stupid.
Cheetor dimmed his optics and slowly bent his head down towards her, when he suddenly heared the doors slide open behind him.
Rattrap opened the door and noticed a few things where off. First off all, The forceshield was down and so the prisoner was free.
Secondly, the prisoner and Cheetor where waaaaay to close to eachother, even if they where fighting. And he knew damned well that wasn't even near to what they where about to do.
And third, where was Cheetor's gun ?
"What in the name of the holy cheese is going on here?"
Cheetor was shocked and turned around instantly, looking at Ratrap who already pulled out his gun.
He putt up his hands in defence, hoping he wouldn't be shot by him.
"R-Rattrap! I-It's not what you think! W-We w-where just......."
That's when his stuttering ended with the sound of his weapon discharging in his back.
The force of the blast threw the yellow maximal ontop of Ratrap, who, in a surprised reaction, also fired his gun, and flew a small hole into the wall.
Black Arachnia snickered deviously. "We where just planning my escape. Thanks for landing a hand."
The predacon female tossed Cheetor's gun aside, and turned to the hole in the wall, and waved at the two maximals before she moved out.
"It's been fun boys, but this spider has her own webs to spin. Black Arachnia terrorise!"
The slender female body transformed quickly into a black widow spider, and crawled through the hole in the wall, and vannished into the night.
Moments later Optimus Primal and Rhinox charged into the chamber, finding Ratrap on the ground with Cheetor, who was in stasis, ontop of him with a scortch mark on his back.
"Could somebody tell me what just happened here?!"
Rattrap couldn't help himself and put up his most innorcent smile at the bossmonkey, while Rhinox shook his head at them.
Meanwhile, a few hundred meters away from the base, Waspinator strugles to get his body back together.
"Waspinator in pain.... Waspinator does not deserve this. Why universe hate waspinator?"
The end.....
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Bad spelling, bad grammer, but i'm still proud of this short little tale.
Let me know what you boys and girls think.
Sent on a mission by Megatron, with only Waspinator as support was a plan made for desaster.
The bug wasn't even able to transform properly before he was hit by the autocanons in mid air.
And before she noticed his first parts drop onto the ground, she was already surrounded by Optimus Primal and his merry men.
She had no choice but to surrender. She had no intention on giving up her spart for anyone, especialy Megatron.
The holding cell was dark, and their where no windows to light the small room she was tossed into by Rattrap and Cheetor.
She heared them argue, and the rat left the young kitten all by himself to guard her.
This was her chance to plant the seeds which will ultimatly lead to her freedom.
"Hey you. Your name is Cheeter wasn't it?"
Cheetor turned around with a frown. "That's CHEETOR! And i shouldn't be talking to you! So shut up!"
Black Arachnia could tell from the first time they met, he was a young and naive bot. She knew she could get to him. She was after all a Black Widow.
"You always do what you're told Cheetor? Or are you simply afraid i talk your sensors to stand-by mode?"
"I'm not afraid of anything!"
That was the reaction she was aiming for. It was time to see how strong his defences where against her female charms.
"You know..... at the Predacon base, their aren't many interesting men around. And they all are mentaly disturbed in one way or another."
That remark formed a smile on the young Maximal's face, and so she decided to continue.
She trailed her index finger slowly along the energon field seperating her from her victom while flashing him a seductive smile.
"You know, i find only one bot on this planet attractive enough to make kneecaps weaken."
Cheetor turned around, and as if she planned it, he was only inches away from her face. He could feel the slight vibration of the energon field bugging his faceplates, but couldn't find the power to pull away from her.
He never knew a femme-bot quit like her, and he was enjoying this moment far to much, he knew. But still..... if only he could.....
Then the dark beauty spoke to him again in a soft wisper, almost a purr, whitch made his spark pulsate almost out of control.
"I know what you want, and i want it atleast as badly as you do. Their is only one thing betwean us and our goals is it not? And you have the only way to take down this obsticle and get to that goal....."
Cheetor's mind told him he shouldn't be doing this, but his hand already moved on it's own accord, and deactivated the energon field.
Black Arachnia smiled victoriously, and took a step closer to her victom. She liked them young and stupid.
Cheetor dimmed his optics and slowly bent his head down towards her, when he suddenly heared the doors slide open behind him.
Rattrap opened the door and noticed a few things where off. First off all, The forceshield was down and so the prisoner was free.
Secondly, the prisoner and Cheetor where waaaaay to close to eachother, even if they where fighting. And he knew damned well that wasn't even near to what they where about to do.
And third, where was Cheetor's gun ?
"What in the name of the holy cheese is going on here?"
Cheetor was shocked and turned around instantly, looking at Ratrap who already pulled out his gun.
He putt up his hands in defence, hoping he wouldn't be shot by him.
"R-Rattrap! I-It's not what you think! W-We w-where just......."
That's when his stuttering ended with the sound of his weapon discharging in his back.
The force of the blast threw the yellow maximal ontop of Ratrap, who, in a surprised reaction, also fired his gun, and flew a small hole into the wall.
Black Arachnia snickered deviously. "We where just planning my escape. Thanks for landing a hand."
The predacon female tossed Cheetor's gun aside, and turned to the hole in the wall, and waved at the two maximals before she moved out.
"It's been fun boys, but this spider has her own webs to spin. Black Arachnia terrorise!"
The slender female body transformed quickly into a black widow spider, and crawled through the hole in the wall, and vannished into the night.
Moments later Optimus Primal and Rhinox charged into the chamber, finding Ratrap on the ground with Cheetor, who was in stasis, ontop of him with a scortch mark on his back.
"Could somebody tell me what just happened here?!"
Rattrap couldn't help himself and put up his most innorcent smile at the bossmonkey, while Rhinox shook his head at them.
Meanwhile, a few hundred meters away from the base, Waspinator strugles to get his body back together.
"Waspinator in pain.... Waspinator does not deserve this. Why universe hate waspinator?"
The end.....
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Bad spelling, bad grammer, but i'm still proud of this short little tale.
Let me know what you boys and girls think.
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