With Dinobot's blows to his chest, Megatron had no choice but to step backwards before losing his balance and falling on his back. But it wasn't enough to make him dizzy. He blocked the raptor's next move with his right arm, grabbing Dinobot's left fore arm with his beast mode's mouth, its teeth digging into his armor to ensure a tight grip.
Although his decision was already made, Rattrap hesitated to run to the Axalon's lift when he noticed Saber was about to do the same thing. She must have heard him yelling to Dinobot, and unlike that over-grown iguana, she was going to help instead. However, Venatrix stopped her in her tracks and prevented her from moving forward.
Slag! Just before he was about to run off, he heard Skyfire get hit nearby.
"AAAHHH!" "Owwww...."
Crouching next to her, he saw the damage she took and said,
"Hey, yer okay. You'll be fine," the rat assured her, as long as she didn't try flying, anyway. He grabbed her hand and gently helped her to her knees, keeping both of them covered behind the boulders as the Preds continued firing.
Opening a small compartment on his forearm, Rattrap pulled out one of his demolition charges and looked at the bald eagle.
"Keep firin' at 'em, Sky," he said.
"Ya don't have to hit 'em, just keep them distracted." With that, he activated the charge and turned around to see the Predacons' positions as he peeked over the boulder. Pulling his arm back, he threw the charge as far as he could. The little bomb exploded immediately on impact when it hit the ground right in front of Tarantulas's and Lineos's cover.
Now there was no more time to waste. As soon as the explosion happened, the small demolition expert had already left Skyfire's side and was sprinting toward the Axalon. His optics zoomed in on the shield's readings and they were dropping dangerously low.
Slagging featherless freak, thought Rattrap as Terrorsaur hovered high above in the air.
Seeing the rodent make haste for the base, Terrorsaur narrowed his optics sensors and fired three more times from his weapon. That should eliminate the shields and give the Predacons the upper hand. The Predacon flier watched his shots closely, as if using his mind to urge them on to destruction. It created a distraction which the rat took advantage of.
On the ground, Rattrap heard three more shots. If they hit before he recharged the shields, they'd lose them for good. And that would lead to more damage to the ship, an interruption to Rhinox's miracle project, and no way of getting Optimus out of the alien probe.
"Not this time!" Rattrap said while he ran as fast as he could, still holding his gun. The Maximals
weren't going to lose this battle! Just before he reached the lift, he rolled on to his shoulders on the ground, and upon rolling onto his back in motion, he took a second to clearly and calmly target Terrorsaur and fire one shot at him. Then he rolled into a summersalt and quite gracefully came to his feet right up to the monitor attached to the lift. He laid the palm of his hand over it and engaged backup power to the shields. Immediately they were reinforced. Now it would take the Preds longer to try doing it again, but that wasn't going to happen because energon surges were going to shock their bodies soon.
Meanwhile, Rattrap's shot hammered Terrorsaur directly in his chest. The cocky Predacon was blown backwards in the air with a shriek, losing his navigation and aerial abilities and falling to the ground with a hard thud.
