The Intergalactic Highway

Manterror watched as his blade was directed off course. It was not what he wanted to see. His fantasy of watching the rat burn alive was torn away from him. A tear almost came to the Mantis's eyes. "Bad move rodent." He exclaimed towards his adversary. "Now i'll just make your death MORE PAINFUL!! HAHAHAHHAHA"

But, he had no idea where Rattrap went. He must have slipped away while the Mantis was focused elsewhere. Curses!!! Luckily, the foolish maximal gave away his own position.

"How you holdin' up in dere, Airazor?"

Ah ha! The Mantis thought, and began to walk towards the direction of his voice. Activating his stealth silencers, he kept his eyes pealed for his foe. Carefully, he snuck around with no sound. He took cover behind metal boxes and objects in the room. Then peered around the corner to see if he could find his foe... and then he found him. Rattrap was focused in the other direction. Trying to communicate with allies or something. Activating his buzz saw claws, the Mantis carefully walked up behind Rattrap. His Buzz-saw held at the ready... and then he swung. His blades aimed straight towards the rats shoulders and neckline.

"Rattrap!! Behind you!" Airazor called from the CR Chamber. She had been quiet the whole time, trying not to distract Rattrap. But now, she had no choice. The slice in the CR chamber that Manterror had made was just enough for her to see through, but not enough for her to be of any help. Hopefully her warning came with enough time for her friend to react...

"Do not fight me witch! Let me see"

She clenched her lips tight, suppressing the urge to scream in agony as her mind began to pound and Tarantulas' claws tried to tear through the walls of her subconscious to weaken her resolve.

"OH NO!" was all he had time to say before being trapped beneath the rock, alive but out of commission for the time being, and who knew for how long with all the fighting going on around him.

The pain rescinded. Like she had been caged, she stretched her arms and legs, loosening her body and wondered what had happened, "Tarantulas? Are you still there?" She searched within her own mind to feel nothing and laughed, "Yes! One of the Maximals must had hit him! I should take this opportunity before he appears again." Typing on the console, she reopened the file and pushed in a command for a transferral, "Computer, download and triple encrypt, stat!"

As if the console itself knew how little time she had and obeyed, the console shot up two cylinder objects at optic level and a visible light of green with zeros and ones hit her optics. Information began to upload inside her mind, "Hahahahahahahaha!" There was no way Tarantulas would be able to see what information she had obtained unless he talked it out of her or tried to download it to his own brain. She entered a password with it with a personal twist. It was simple, but it was hers. It finished uploading and the console turned off.

But wait, her work wasn't done yet. She may had downloaded it, but Tarantulas might try to sneak in here and get it for himself then the power wouldn't be his. Worse of all, if she continued to be under his control, she would have no choice but to comply. Especially if Tarantulas decided to overthrow Megatron. If she wanted to over throw him, she would have already done it. She needed this data to escpae this war and leave the others to their slagging fates!

Taking out her weapon, she aimed at the console and fired with a smirk lighting up her face.

Frilla glanced up at Rhinox with a nod before she looked at what was going on in the control room, seeing there wasn't much she could do but assess what was going on and be ready for what could happen. But the fact of hearing a bomb was on the white mare's back made the frilled lizard concerned for her friend, and the fact there was so little time to spare in trying to rid of it or deactivate it could very well mean all of them were at risk. Much to her surprise however, the downed Predacon who was also an octopus like Cecaelia was actually taking care of the bomb himself. But even she had to admit it was better then ending up blown to bits.

"Watch it Cecaelia."Frilla said with a glare to her words, already growing tired of the femme but at the moment knew better then to attack since her former teammate didn't exactly attack. But that didn't mean she liked what she said.

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Feralnight simply ignored Terrorsaur's first angry words, knowing for a fact he was just bitter for being able to get the edge on him. For the moment. There was definitely going to be a tough fight if she could continue but with the pain she was feeling from the embedded sword she highly doubted this aerial fight would last for very long. So instead of paying attention to the transmetal pteradon she grabbed the hilt of his knew sword and with a pained growl tore it from her torso and tossing it away before grabbing the deep wound that was not far from an old wound she had gotten in the past and faintly wondered if this would be a scar. That's if the Maximals survived that long. But the fuzor femme had to admit she was quite tired of ending up hurt in a short span of time, just yesterday she had been blown at close range and now she had been stabbed, what more could go wrong?

And as if to answer she glared towards Terrorsaur but her eyes widened when seeing the shoulder missiles heading right for her. "This won't end well."She sighed closing her optics, knowing there was no way of dodging so many and firing at them would blow her back anyway from the collision force so there was only one option. A yell escaped Feralnight as she was blown backwards a bit before finally one of the missiles hit her wings and flung her down several feet, being unable to correct herself in the air before slamming into the ground. The hit seemed to knock the wind out of Feralnight, some sparks coming from damaged areas of her armor and making her practically an open target to her aerial foes.

((OOC: Sorry. Again. I hate holding up the RPG. But, you know, it's always some excuse. "I'll check up on the progress later." Which becomes, "I need a moment to plan things out." Then "I'm too tired to write a decent post." Procrastination sucks. Sorry for holding all of you up, especially those of you with characters in limbo waiting for my post.

I was originally going to play things out a little bit longer with the action, but I squandered the opportunity. If it seems like the development is rushing a little bit, it's because it is. Feel I need to catch up to the action to get Silverbolt in position for stuff. So, sorry in advance.

Also, I'll post for Tantrum tomorrow during the day if I have a chance between calls. I wanted get something contributed tonight... and hopefully, Rattrap and/or Dinobot and/or Cheetor are somewhere nearby and available.))

Wintersong wrote:Wintersong looked at Silverbolt thoughtfully, taking just a few brief moments to let his words sink in after he gave his name. It seemed for once her instincts were right unlike many other times, the fuzor was nothing like most of the Predacons and actually seemed genuine with what he said...until his last words made the tigress do a double take at Megatron's full intentions. A low growl escaped her at this,"That explains why he's going full out this time instead of retreating."She said darkly but perked up when hearing Dinobot's orders,"I'll activate mine in a few moments Dinobot."She replied over the coms before looking towards Silverbolt as he transformed and offered his help with getting to her teammates faster.

In all honesty Wintersong had never in her life flown or gotten a lift from a flier, but with a brief glance towards the battle field she decided it was better then risking her boosters or wasting the energy. With a nod she moved over and climbed onto Silverbolt's back, finding it a little odd to be given a ride from someone when she might usually be the one to give the ride to smaller members of the Maximals. "Silverbolt do you think you can get me to Orcarnier first? Right now he needs the help more then anything and I know it'll be risking your life with Megatron but we can't let him suffer either."She asked, hoping he would be willing to take the risk while she also tapped a place on her arm with the plating sliding back to reveal a small keypad and she typed a quick command to activate the mines. With that done she could only hold on and hope they wouldn't be too late.

Silverbolt looked at battle taking place between Orcariner and Megatron, then back in the direction of the Maximal base. He felt a good deal of compassion and sympathy for the desire to help one's comrades... but, unfortunately, he simply could not accommodate. He needed Wintersong to heed his warning and inform the others to withdraw or face termination. And if he brought her to the thick of the battle, riding in right under Megatron's nose, he knew that her life too would be in jeopardy and the message might never get delivered.

"I'm sorry, but I cannot place you in danger." He told his passenger as he took off with a mighty flap of his wings. "Your words of warning will save far more of your comrades' lives."

Sensing Wintersong's concern, he continued after a moment. "After I return you to your friends, I will see what I can do for your comrade. I hope you understand that I cannot offer any guarantees... but I give you my word I will offer him whatever chance I can to escape." Beyond some misdirection or stalling, he wasn't sure he could offer much assistance to Orcariner. Megatron's wrath would be severe should he discover his subterfuge. But Silverbolt was determined to remain loyal both his fellow Predacons and his principles.

He flew the relatively short distance back towards the Maximal base as close to the ground level as possible. He hoped that aggressively flying map-of-the-earth would keep his passenger safe from any stray blasts from the battle while providing him cover from the eyes of his comrades. As he crested an embankment, the Maximal ship Axalon came into view. Only a short distance remained between him and his goal.

An autogun, damaged in previous assaults, was able to spark back to life. Unknown signature detected.

Silverbolt's optics widened as he realized he was being painted by the radar. It had the drop on him... and he didn't have long before a target lock would be acquired. Thinking of his passenger's safety, he rolled to drop Wintersong clear of the line of fire.

"Primus be with you, Wintersong," was all he had time to say. Silverbolt banked hard and climbed out, trying to gain the advantage of altitude and present himself as a difficult target to for the autogun to track. As the autogun obtained a lock, Silverbolt transformed into robot mode.

"Silverbolt, Terror-arooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," he howled as a salvo from the autogun made contact, sending him spiraling down to the ground in a shower of metallic feathers.

The impact with the ground was devastating. Systems and servos going offline. So, this was to be his end, then? Shot down, far behind enemy lines. Little hope of rescue... and a growing belief that his comrades would not attempt a rescue even if feasible. Trapped in a savage battle to the death between two determined foes. Yet still, he had to try. He sensed his enemies closing in. With great effort, he was able to prop himself up on his elbows, his optics struggling to focus on his approaching enemies. At the least, he would meet his end with honor and stoicism.

((No big Warwulf, actually ended up somewhat busy with finishing my summer course and other things so I've only been able to check back with posts.))

"Thank you Silverbolt, even if you cannot I understand."Wintersong said gratefully, for now having to trust his word but it seemed he would not have to as from the corner of her optic she could see Orcarnier taking off damaged, but he was still functional thank primus. But there was still much to be done before they would even be in the clear and the fact of knowing Megatron would not retreat made her dread the thought of losing even more comrades in this fight when they had lost quite a few as it was. But when she noticed one of the autoguns aiming towards them she gulped slightly, concerned both could end up shot down but that was before Silverbolt's next move made her drop and having enough time to land on her feet by instinct and looking upwards. "You as well,"She murmured before she turned to make her way towards the Axalon on foot but her ears went back as she heard the howl and skidded to a halt with shock when seeing the fuzor shot down, no doubt guessing the auto gun shot him down due to his Predacon signature. "Slag it all." She cursed, knowing he was far from where she was and there was a chance the other Predacons would converge on the Axalon.

Growling she turned back to head back, searching as she went for any of her comrades needing help and also needing to report in. "Rattrap this is Wintersong, sorry for being late with my report but I was a little wrapped up with one of the Preds...least I think he was. He was just dropped me close by but I should be there in a few kliks."Wintersong reported to their current leader but as she was heading that way a movement caught her attention making her stop once more. Frowning slightly Wintersong changed her course towards the movement she had noticed, sneaking as quietly as she could and using the rocks for cover before she looked over the one she hid behind and shocked at the sight she saw of her fellow feline in bad shape. What was more it seemed Inferno was posed to finish the job. And the last time she had faced the ant was during his activation, recalling the fire that had burned her that day but from that day he had proven to be a very formidable opponent all his own, he'd be rather difficult to defeat. But she didn't need to defeat him only get him away from Cheetor. "Back away from him bug!"the tigress finally called out while drawing her double-barrel laser rifle and beginning to fire as she came from behind her cover, hoping to get the ant away from the fallen cheetah.

Aurora attempted a reassuring smile to Whitegrazer and Rhinox alike as the two got into position, although on the inside she felt tormented. She was far from sure that such an approach was the best one, but all in all it seemed like the less likely one to seriously injure anyone else she cared for. Well.. The base itself, perhaps, but repairs could be made once this battle was over. If they survived to make such arrangements, that is.

No.. Such doubts would only allow the Predacons to defeat them faster. The Maximals were going to win this, for they had something the Predacons sorely lacked. Unity.

Aurora drew a deep breath as she walked backwards, having attached the magnet to the plate of the bomb and was now about to secure the other end of the strong wire to a support beam. Once done, she looked over at the others, clutching the withdrawal mechanism in her hands with nervous fingers twitching against it.

"Are you ready?," she asked them, tugging lightly on her lower lip as she did. "On the count of three.."

She closed her eyes, hoping for the best but not wanting to watch in case this did not work. The bomb didn't look overly powerful, but it was surely enough to render Whitegrazer and anyone close to her severely damaged. Or worse.

"One.."


Her other hand moved to support the one holding the triggering device, to steady it, before she realized that it wasn't just her arm that was shaking but rather her entire body.

"Two.."

Her mouth felt oddly..dry.. The simple number producing a choking sensation in her throat. This was no time for doubt, she told herself, yet the attempt at self-persuasion proved futile. But there was no time to turn back now. Whatever chance she had to manually disable that thing had already passed. She had to go through with it now.

"Three!"


Aurora pushed the button, causing the wire to swiftly retract back into the device and the the magnet to make a sudden hard yank against the item it was attached to. The sudden force pulled her forward a bit, but fortunately she had wrapped the wire around the sturdy beam.

She opened her eyes, hoping Whitegrazer was not also being propelled towards the beam with the bomb, that Rhinox' strength had been enough to keep her safe.

The bomb itself swerved to the side, heading straight for the remaining console. Aurora could but gasp as the explosive impacted.

Megatron's optics flashed in rage as his large foe decided to make a run for it, moving out of Tantrum's path heading back towards the base.

"Cowardly fool! There is no escaping my wrath!," the tyrant shouted, bringing up his fusion cannon again for another shot at the fleeing Maximal. It was not above him to shoot someone in the back, no. Megatron would grab an opportunity wherever he saw one, and this one was simply too good to pass up on. It took him but a moment to center his aim at Orcariner's backside, a sneer on his face as the heat abruptly built up in his arm moments before the powerful beam fired.

Dinobot watched the effects of his attack. Arachnitron had gone back out of his line of his sight, and Tarantulas had actually been covered--probably only temporarily--by the rock Dinobot had hit off of the pillar. He also noticed that Orcariner was coming back towards base, but Megatron was still pursuing him. Maybe he would have the chance to confront his nemesis, after all.

Dinobot took his rotating shield out of his subspace and then put the cannon very quickly onto his back. Setting the blades on his shield to spread just slightly apart, he activated the device and tore into the debris that stood on the opposite side of where Tarantulas and Arachnitron were positioned. Improvising as he was, he was pleasantly surprised to see how well the shield acted as a drill. Rocks and pebbles from the top of the pile slid back into most of the places that Dinobot was managing to clear, but he saw that the pile was becoming shorter and shorter. When he thought he had a chance, he leapt up close to the top and struggled against the sliding rocks until he finally managed to scramble over the crest of them. Then he leaned his body over and slid almost helplessly down the other side. Still stumbling, he managed to stand up uneasily, and then he exchanged his shield for the smaller assault rifle, thinking that both the shield and the energy cannon would be too unwieldy for the run he was about to make in the strange, close-walled terrain.

He was still as desperate as before, but he managed to make himself look a little more closely for mines than he had been doing when he was retreating towards the base at first. Now he was running in the other direction, hoping to pass Tarantulas and Arachnitron unnoticed by keeping a few landmarks between him and them. He was going to help Orcariner, but... mostly he was going to wreck Megatron.

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For a brief moment, Steelclaw saw Silverstreak's head come above the boulder she was using for cover; he reacted in a nanoclick and brought his barrel in line with her. He took the recoil of his rifle as the sound of his round firing echoed around the open landscape.

He couldn't tell if he'd hit Silverstreak or the very tip of the rock because of the way the incendiary round dissipated in a fireball and obscured her from sight. An idea hit him, and though he hesitated for a moment since he could be more efficient with his energy by running behind the rocks she was hiding behind, he figured it was better to be efficient with his time. He deployed his PPC and fired dead center on the boulder protecting Silverstreak at full power. His shot completely pulverized the offending rock--the next moment, he had complete line of sight on his opponent.

((OOC: Whether Silverstreak was hit with the rifle or she's still functional is totally up to you. If she's down, Steelclaw doesn't have any reason to shoot at her again. If she's functional, then the fight continues...))

Taking Aerostriker and Stag into his arms, Orcariner turned towards the Maximal base and accelerated as quickly as he could. A flash of violet appeared in his peripheral vision and the giant turned his head just in time to see yet another fusion blast fired out of Megatron's cannon. Covering his wounded comrade with his body, Orcariner realized he was not quick enough to avoid such an attack. He was correct, as a powerful concussive force knocked him out of the sky. Smoke trailed from his back along with pieces of his vehicle mode's propellers as the orca tumbled towards the ground.

Warning: Key components to vehicular mode have been compromised.

Orcariner ignored the message. He had no idea how to use the propeller anyway. Trying his best to ignore the searing pain from his body, the sentry reoriented his body so that his legs to facing downward once more, and then fired his thrusters at maximum throttle. Their descent was quickly slowed, allowing Orcariner to activate the jets on his back to move back towards the Axalon. Checking down at Aerostriker's condition, his headset fed him cautionary information as well as an estimated countdown of how much longer the damaged flyer had before dying. Orcariner ignored it, and continued to fly towards the base. His legs were so close to the ground that it appeared he was skating over it, kicking up small puffs of dust as he constantly readjusted his legs to maintain balance. Despite being much more manageable in robot mode, flying was still difficult for him to perform. Flying under duress was even harder.

The Maximal's headset sent a remote signal to the hangar bay, opening the door wide enough to let him through. There was no way Orcariner could make it to the bridge in time to save Aerostriker's life. However, there was a chance that he could utilize his very own CR Chamber to perform the repairs. Unfortunately for the both of them, it appeared that this was not the most viable option.

"Manterror?" he whispered in disbelief.

Before him, he could see Manterror and Rattrap engaged in battle right in front of his CR Chamber while Airazor was yelling something incoherent from within it.

These Preds are everywhere! How did they find a way to get inside? How come I wasn't paying attention to my radar? I should have seen this happening!

"Stag," he quietly spoke to the targetmaster, "I need you to take Aerostriker's body to that CR Chamber. I'll see what I can do to distract the intruder. It looks like Airazor is stuck inside, so you may need Rattrap to help you get it open."

Gently resting Aerostriker's limp body onto the cold surface of the hangar bay, Orcariner allowed the small beetle to take over. He stood back up and looked at the two combatants across the room and cleared his throat.

"MANTERROR!!!" he yelled, nearly exhausting his voice box, "If you want an opponent worthy enough to test your skills, then fight me instead!"

The giant unsheathed his energo-sword and clenched his left arm to power up his energy shield, but nothing came out except sparks. A slight feeling of embarrassment flicked his spark as he realized that Megatron had probably damaged his shield generators... or Tantrum... or Steelclaw. Come of think of it, most of his body was damaged at this point. Orcariner shook off his doubtful thoughts and focused solely on looking tough and intimidating. Hopefully, it was enough to keep the Predacon focused on him.

"He's all right. I sent him to help Rattrap in the hangar with Manterror. I believe Airazor is still stuck inside the CR.

"Good," Whitegrazer said relieved. She noticed that Rhinox was looking at her funny. She wondered why, but maybe he sensed her inner soul was going through alot since her trip to the Matrix. Her past flashbacks haven't really caused her any problems except the fact that reliving some of her past memories, especially those surrounded in her past self and a traumatic tale of death and killing have caused some pain. She hasn't done anything really damaging or distracting so she ignored such workings. After all, she wasn't fighting or anything, but she must keep herself awake in her own surroundings.

However, she was feeling a bit exhausted. Umbra's poison was still within her as well as the fact that her travel to the Matrix took more in her than she had realized. Despite her predicament, the little time spent trying to get the bomb off did give her a moment of reprieve and a chance to sit down, conserving her energy. But she better be cautious with what energy she had left. She was a big girl. She could handle a lot of punishment, but she wasn't foolish to exert her strength fully

"Are you ready?,"

Whitegrazer smiled and nodded at Aurora.

"One..""Two..""Three!"

She felt her body being pulled, but felt the detachment of the bomb from her back.

"Thank you, Aurora. Rhinox, " she expressed her gratitude towards the young ermine and towards Rhinox for his help.

Since the bomb was taken care of, now, they had to deal with Cecaeila and the unconscious Umbra. The shields were still up, but with a voice command could be shut down. Hopefully, Cecaeila could peacefully leave with Umbra as well, which the Predacon femme seemed intent on not. If she persisted to cause trouble and tried to harm any of them, they would have no choice but disable her and take them outside by any means necessary. That would be tragic and could be avoidable.

NewMoon wrote: Feralnight simply ignored Terrorsaur's first angry words, knowing for a fact he was just bitter for being able to get the edge on him. For the moment. There was definitely going to be a tough fight if she could continue but with the pain she was feeling from the embedded sword she highly doubted this aerial fight would last for very long. So instead of paying attention to the transmetal pteradon she grabbed the hilt of his knew sword and with a pained growl tore it from her torso and tossing it away before grabbing the deep wound that was not far from an old wound she had gotten in the past and faintly wondered if this would be a scar. That's if the Maximals survived that long. But the fuzor femme had to admit she was quite tired of ending up hurt in a short span of time, just yesterday she had been blown at close range and now she had been stabbed, what more could go wrong?

And as if to answer she glared towards Terrorsaur but her eyes widened when seeing the shoulder missiles heading right for her. "This won't end well."She sighed closing her optics, knowing there was no way of dodging so many and firing at them would blow her back anyway from the collision force so there was only one option. A yell escaped Feralnight as she was blown backwards a bit before finally one of the missiles hit her wings and flung her down several feet, being unable to correct herself in the air before slamming into the ground. The hit seemed to knock the wind out of Feralnight, some sparks coming from damaged areas of her armor and making her practically an open target to her aerial foes.

"Heh heh heh, serves you right, Bird Mutt" Terrorsaur mocked, looking down upon Feralnight from on high, a conquering warlord looking down upon his feeble, fallen enemy...Or a vulture waiting to apart a soon to be corpse.

"Hhhhmmm, oh the ways I could slag you, Fuzzyfeathers. Laserfire, missile bombardment, disembowelment, decapitation, or I could just rip you apart with my bare hands!" Terrorsaur gloated, flexing his clawed fingers menacingly, slowly descending to the ground, digging the talons on his feet into her damaged armor, smiling at her pain as he put his sword to her throat and added "Which method would you prefer? Lady's choice"

Phoenix wrote: Then she let him go, watching in disdain as the remains sank to the bottom. Through a hole in her foe's chest she could see the spark still glowing, if a little thready and weaker than normal. It would terminate on its own shortly. Nemesis let the Maximal be, assured he was in no condition to survive the ordeal before anyone could get to him, and swam to the surface. Once she was back on solid ground, she shook the water out of her feathers and looked up at the Maximal base where the battle was still raging. The last few repairs were finishing up, leaving her looking like she had just been assembled once again. Her nanites certainly did a thorough job, for better and for worse. Shaking her head, Nemesis ignited her thrusters and took to the air, heading towards Terrorsaur.

As he mused over his options of execution, Terrorsaur detected an incoming predacon energy signature, that of Nemesis, a smirk growing on his face as he jeered "Looks like one of your friends met Primus before you."

He then opened a channel to Nemesis and said "Welcome Nemesis, I trust you dealt with the maximal chicken? Well done, you're just in time to watch me carve my own bird, would you like a wing or a leg?" emphasizing his point by stabbing one of Feralnight's wings with his sword.

Blackrose wrote: Tarantulas taunted the raptor from the other side of the boulders sending his projectiles towards him. Arachnitron couldn't be sure if any of the shots from Tarantulas' shoulder missiles made contact with the Maximal, but from the sound of it, they must have. Dinobot was quiet for a few seconds and she thought she might have even heard a grunt.

Arachnitron peeked over the rocks to check on Dinobot's status. She was met with cannon fire that she quickly dodged while cursing her poor timing. She covered her face as some debris scattered down from the rock ledge above her. Dinobot's energy cannon blast must have hit the rock wall behind her. She turned around to see if it had hit Tarantulas as well. Her attention was drawn to a boulder that was sitting precariously above Tarantulas' position. It was wobbling from the impact.

Fearing Tarantulas to be in danger, Arachnitron called out to him to warn him of the possible falling rock.

"Tarantulas! Watch out!!"

Tarantulas was barely conscious under the weight of the rock, unable to focus, barely aware of what's going on around him, unsure how badly damaged he was, if at all...The pressure clouding his thoughts, a chaotic sea of hatred, madness, and determination to succeed at any cost...A nagging feeling at the back of his mind that he was missing something important, but he was too dazed and in pain to think clearly.

He looked up, focusing on the sound of a familiar voice, not caring who it was, struggling to stay online, as he gasped "Get...Me...Out...Of...Here!"

OOC: okay, thanks for the update Phoenix, Terry will continue to be his usual charming self for now then , and Tarantulas will be available once he's out from under the rock

Inferno was pleasantly surprised when the Maximal called Cheetor still had not moved to fight back though the ant was standing over top of him ready to fire his rocket launcher one more time. He readied himself to pull the trigger, but a noise from off to his left (ooc: I just picked a direction) caught his attention.

Another cat-bot sat with a laser rifle at the ready peering out from inside the brush.

"Back away from him bug!"

"Oh look! A hero! My favorite!" Inferno remarked smirking.

Inferno turned his weapon in Wintersong's direction. He climbed over some rocks and trees leaving the cheetah lying on the ground in his non-functional state. There would be time to go back and destroy him later since he wasn't moving any time soon.

With a devilish laugh, Inferno pulled the trigger of his rocket launcher at the white tiger and waited for it to reach its mark.

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Arachnitron winced as the rock that she was watching came down right on top of Tarantulas' head.

"TARANTULAS!" she shouted again. She wasn't sure if he was still functional. She waited a second to see if he would be able to remove the rock on his own.

A noise from where Dinobot was positioned caught her attention. She couldn't place the sound she was hearing, but she did notice bits and pieces of rocks flying in all directions including her own. She wiped the debris from her face and peered back over the rock to see what was going on. It appeared that Dinobot was attempting to dig himself out of the place where he had been trapped, but with all the debris flying everywhere Arachnitron couldn't find him!

A sound from under the rock made her turn and look away from Dinobot's digging.

"Get...Me...Out...Of...Here!"

It was Tarantulas. Arachnitron frowned. She couldn't help Tarantulas and go after Dinobot at the same time!

"Dinobot's getting away!" she alerted Tarantulas frantically.

They were going to lose him if she didn't do something, but she couldn't see what direction he was going.

She looked around the war town battlefield for any indication of what direction the former Predacon might be considering. She noticed Orcariner heading towards the Maximal base with Megatron following behind. Dinobot might attempt to provide back up to his comrade. Arachnitron opened up the wrist compartment in her arm and pulled out one of her explosives. She set the charge and placed it on the upper side of the rock that was covering Tarantulas. Then she repositioned herself some thirty or forty feet away from the explosion that was about to, hopefully, clear the rock from Tarantulas' body.

Not wanting Dinobot to get away, she fired some more shots from her energon pistol aiming in the direction of the Maximal base....the direction she hoped Dinobot was going, but she wasn't sure. She could only hope that her return fire would either slow his escape or hit one of the landmines that the Maximals had set up.

"5......4......3.....2....." she whispered to herself....counting out the seconds until the explosive she had left on the rock would go off.

"FIRE IN THE HOLE!" she warned Tarantulas just a few seconds before the rock was blown apart by the explosive device on its surface.

Steelclaw's reaction time was much faster then Silverstreak's, finding herself being unable to dodge quick enough to avoid the round easily penetrating through her armor and further shocked at the small explosive force to follow it. Falling back behind the boulder the silver fox held her side with a pained wince, so far being the worse wound she had gotten so far and being her first real taste of just what to expect from the Predacons, if they survived this fight. At the moment though the bear would prove to be a big issue, now not so confident she could last against him at a long-distance when she faired far better at close combat.


Though when the rock that had been serving as her cover was now blown to rubble in front of her, Silverstreak's ears went back in dismay with the fact she was a sitting duck in her condition. "Didn't stand a chance from the beginning, but a distraction is better than nothing."She said to herself as she reached back down behind her, gripping one of the tonfa's located on her back, only able to watch Steelclaw closely to see if he'd finish her off.


((At the moment not sure what to do for Onyx, so I'll post with him next time around.))

Wintersong growled as she dodged to the side to avoid the blast, only putting her more in the open for her enemies but for now she didn't worry about them since Inferno was now her concern. "Wouldn't exactly call myself hero material bug, more like a cat who finds trouble." She said with a shrug before she opened fire on the red ant with her laser rifle, doubting the shots would do much damage to his thick armor but it was better then nothing and there was also the fact it would give Cheetor a chance to escape or hopefully one of their teammates coming to his aid. In speaking of aid..."Wintersong to any available Maximals Cheetor is down, he could really use a hand."She said through the open coms, hoping there was someone still functioning enough to help and if not she'd just take further risk to help her fellow cat.

Feralnight growled from the talons but bared the pain for the time being, not wanting to show weakness towards Terrorsaur and only growling at his threats. "I'd rather see you burn in the Pit you walking rust bucket."Feralnight growled, despite the fact she was practically helpless beneath the Predacon flier and with seeing Nemesis approaching she was really beginning to see the odds were not in her favor in the least. She began trying to think of someway just getting away from them alive, even if it wasn't in one piece she wasn't ready to join Primus or her fallen comrades. But it pained her to hear Terrorsaur's remark that they may have lost yet another Maximal, but could that be true? She really hoped not, they had already lost quite a few as it was and losing more would prove to devastate the team more so then they already were.

A howl of pain suddenly escaped the fuzor, pain shooting through her systems from the stab to the wing when they were one of the most sensitive areas on her form. Looking towards the stabbed wing Feralnight's optics briefly looked towards her shoulder cannons, knowing she might have enough for a fully powered blast the could maybe work, but she doubted for very long. But with Terrorsaur's talons dug into her armor it could only tear her armor further then it already was. "Your not the only one who can use a blade."Reaching over with her free hand Feralnight drew one of her feather daggers from the opposite wing and stabbed it into one of the pteradon's legs into the knee joint and hoping it would force him off her.

(ooc: Silverbolt went down also, guys, so he could use some Maximal assistance to. Anyways sorry for delays.. Living at work right now.)

Terrorsaur wrote:"Welcome Nemesis, I trust you dealt with the maximal chicken? Well done, you're just in time to watch me carve my own bird, would you like a wing or a leg?"

Nemesis remained hovering a short distance from Terrorsaur while surveying the situation. Things were not looking too bleak for the Predcons, as many Maximals had either already lost their lives or were about to do so. It would appear that the foolish female currently engaged in combat with Terrorsaur would be next, bringing a rather wicked smile to the avian female's face.

"Indeed. I would offer you a part of him, but I'm afraid I felt rather.. hungry.. and didn't leave much behind."

It was true. The repairs she needed had been extensive and as such she required a fairly large amount of raw materials for her nanites to feed on and convert.

(ooc: I'll add on this post later and respond with my other characters too but alas.. gots to go to work. )