With Megatron's sporadic firing, Optimus dropped back down behind his cover and frantically looked around for somewhere else to go. His once large boulder was now shrinking significantly and there wouldn't be much left soon for the Maximal to hide behind. As the Predacon's shots zipped past, some hitting the rock and some just piercing the air overhead, and pieces of stone scattering in every direction with a cloud of dust forming, Primal looked ahead of him, behind himself, and then to his left. There were trees but none thick enough to cover him or sustain as much damage as Megatron was trying to inflict. To his right was his shield, dwindling every second he wasted. Then Optimus looked up, squinting past the debris and noticing a very thick limb from a nearby trunk stretching across over his position.
It might work, he thought quickly, calculating that the strength of the branch should be able to hold his weight. Megatron's visibility on him would be temporarily scewed by all of the dust he was creating with his frantic shots, which the Maximal leader could use to his advantage. He might take a couple hits, but a surprise move would be better than a sitting duck. Or gorilla.
Primal leaped up and momentarily ignited his prime jets for a boost to reach the branch above. Through the Predacon's barrage of firepower and the cloud of dust wafting in the air before it would eventually settle, Optimus was grazed on his right shoulder and his left foot by Megatron's shots. They knocked him about, and he growled in pain from the hits, but he tried to hold steady in the air. Disengaging his thrusters, he grabbed the branch with his hands and started swinging with the momentum he had left from his prime jets, swinging himself all the way over the branch once and then one more time to gain more power and more momemtum, like an acrobat thanks to his beast mode. As he swung around underneath it, he released his hands and shot up slightly into the air toward Megatron's direction, almost hitting some limbs and branches above. On his way down, aiming for the large purple Predacon, Primal slightly shifted his body sideways, bending his left leg up so as not to cause further injury to his foot, and straightening his right leg to lock it in place as best as he could. If all went as planned, the Maximal's right foot was projected to slam right into Megatron's upper chest or shoulder to knock him back off of his feet. But if the Predacon was quicker and wasn't caught off guard, he could just as easily grab his foot and throw him into a tree. Or right through one. It was a risk, but Optimus had no where else to go. The canopy was too thick for flight manuevers and attacks, not to mention hovering around as low as he would have to would only make Megatron take out his prime jets. Might as well meet his nemesis head on now. Primal tightened his entire body, ready for impact...
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"I'm alright."
Rattrap pulled his hand away from Saber's back and examined her head wound again, as well as her optics, breathing and speech. She seemed to be functioning normally. Phew.
"Like I've been bashed several times over the head with the control panel. Other then that I'm great."
"Heh. Maybe 'Breaker's got some medication for that," Rattrap said to her. Done mending her wound, he packed up the kit and stood up.
"You should be all right, Fangs. Just try not ta bonk it again."
Er.. Wow, you two got close while I was busy..
Looking at the penguin with a glare for a moment, it was suddenly replaced with a mischievious grin as the rodent said,
"Teh! Not as close as you an' yer sweetheart Cecaelia."
Alright.. as for my Report,from what I can tell, Cecaelia is a Predacon possibly escaped from prison or did some sort of crime and assumed we were the police. She tried to slag me in the water but seemed to change her mind while we were talking..and seemed to do a 180 in her personality when my visor and faceplate retracted.. kinda acting like a swooning school girl at a rock concert..Not sure how I should feel about that.
Rattrap couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"Great! Another looney for Team Predascum. Hey, 'Breaker, let's not get carried away, all right? Don't let it go to yer head," he winked.
Anyway.. I don't think she's a major threat, she seems more like a panicked cornered rat..which is dangerous in itself...
"Oh, really, Icebreaker?" the rodent said, squinting his optics and slowly stepping toward him, as if taking offense to the flightless bird's analogy.
"Have you ever come face ta face with a panicking rat that's cornered? You're darn right it's dangerous!" He stopped a couple feet away from him and grew quiet at what came out of the penguin's mouth next.
So, what should we do Rattrap? I don't think the axalon is really set up for keeping prisoners..but if for some reason she joins Megatron we'll have a worse situation on our hands.
"What're ya talkin' about? We got plenty of places for trash," he grinned at his own joke, ripping on Predacons in general, not personally on Cecaelia.
"Ain't no way we're bringin' her back with us. You can't trust Predacons. Especially the crazies. Oh wait, that's all of 'em, ain't it?" Rattrap eventually put the joking aside and sighed. What would Optimus Pinhead do? Probably just let her go and find her own way. Or would he actually invite her back to the base? Because there was no way he'd take her back to the
Axalon against her will.
"I think... we should just let 'er go. I know it increases the Preds' numbers but we can't risk her breaching our base and doing who-knows-what she's capable of to us and our defenses." He felt that was the right choice. Besides, they might be getting two new Maximals from the pods.
"If we plan to leave I have an outside visual of the ship in my memory banks, just in case anyone gets interested. And really it's pretty impressive for a PRedacon ship."
"Is it still in tact? Did it sink?" Rattrap asked Feralnight and Icebreaker, watching the birdwolf swoop in and land beside them. Maybe they could haul it out of the water and take it with them back to base, like Rhinox had suggested earlier.
