"More Than Meets The Eye: Part I"

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Phoenix wrote: The stranger, now known as Darkwind, had an amused smile on his face and a certain playful gleam in his optics, something about him made her a little uncomfortable in a way but she couldn't place a finger on exactly what it was. The look he sent her just seemed to suggest he was an individual who knew far more than he should.

Narrowing her optics ever so slightly at the stranger, she spoke up.

"Yes, do enlighten us, Darkwind," she encouraged but it came out more as a demand.

The amused look on his face brightened at that comment.

"Very well, since the beauty insists," Darkwind replied lightheartedly, "Fear not, my comrades, I did indeed use the pod you speak of as a vessel to safely get to this place. Upon making my escape from the Akira, I borrowed the pod without the knowledge of the ship's captain. Alas the pod started malfunctioning during the descent so I made an emergency exit before the contraption his the ground and destroyed me in the process. Afterwards I started making my way here so that I could offer my services to the mighty Megatron.. and his troops, of course."

He started making his way closer to the two Predacon flyers to make a more formal introduction.

"The name is Darkwind, pleased to meet your acquaintance, " he told Terrorsaur cheerfully, briefly reaching out his arm for a shake before moving on to the next one.

"And who might you be, my lady?," he said upon getting close enough to extend a hand to the female of the two. Upon not having this gesture returned, he merely let his hand slide down her backside instead as he faced her. He immediately came to regret this approach as a knee was swiftly brought up into his abdominal region with as much force as she could muster. With a groan, Darkwind took several steps back, crouching over while clutching his midsection.

"Don't ever touch me," Nemesis warned with a hiss as she moved further away, already having taken a dislike for this flirtatious stranger who had caused them nothing but trouble so far.

"Feisty," Darkwind muttered as he straightened out, maintaining enough poise to avoid grabbing for his weapons. "Just the way I like 'em." He sent Nemesis a wink, but only got a glare in return. "Guess I need to work on my lines. Don't worry, it won't happen again," he then mumbled, sending a quick apologetic look to Megatron for having seen what just transpired. There hadn't exactly been many females present during his time in the army and even less during the incarceration that followed.

Terrorsaur laughed and Megatron rolled his eyes at Darkwind's handling of Nemesis and her subsequent response to his actions.

"Ehehahahaha! Serves ya right newbie!" Terrorsaur jeered, any jealously he felt from Darkwind getting to touch Nemesis in that fashion first fading as he watched her dispatch the pervert herself.

Megatron on the other hand again found himself wondering if Darkwind was a moron or a very good actor, groping a stranger, particularly a rather large & formidable female at that, didn't speak volumes about Darkwind's character or common sense despite his way with words, though Megatron had known many who spoke eloquently but weren't nearly as clever as they pretended to be, such as the Tripredacus Council. However, again, if Darkwind WERE here to undermine his operation, passing himself off as deluded fanboy who talked big but didn't have much going on upstairs was the perfect cover...Then again, sometimes things were exactly what they appeared to be, though in his experience that had rarely been the case. Obviously closer observation and investigation was needed here, preferably by someone with more free time than himself and would relish the chance to expose Darkwind's ulterior motives if he did harbor any, and best of all, would not side with him over himself.

"Indeed. Darkwind, despite your prior service to me I suspect you're still somewhat inexperienced and have a great deal to learn about military discipline and etiquette, even amongst the ranks of so-called rebels such as ourselves. Nemesis, I assign our new recruit to your care, watch over and train him as best you can so he may better serve me and integrate into our ranks. I know I can count on your best efforts, yesss?" Megatron said, giving Nemesis a look that said "do what I say or else."

"I see I'm not the only one who brought home guests, hehehehehahahahaha!" cackled an all too familiar laugh, making Megatron growl in irritation and Terrorsaur to squawk in surprise.

"Slag it, Tarantulas! Must you always be snooping around like that? RAWK!" Terrorsaur spat, annoyed by the transmetal spider's bad habit of snooping around all the time and never announcing himself first.

"For once Terrorsaur, we agree on something. It IS a rather bad habit" Megatron snarled, wondering how long he'd been spying on all of them, glaring as he watched his suspicious science officer descend from the ceiling by a single strand of webbing, ruby red optics narrowing as he observed a rather sizable bundle wrapped in webbing clutched between his eight limbs.

"Forgive me comrades, but I didn't want to interrupt such stirring conversation, hehehehahaha! Besides, no need to be cross, I return home bearing gifts!" Tarantulas explained, dropping the bundle he carried to the floor with a heavy thud before changing to robot mode himself, giving the bundle a swift kick before placing the same clawed foot upon it like a great hunter returning from the hunt and said "Allow me to introduce Banshee, Predacon by programming but Maximal by allegiance. A traitor, in every sense of the word."

Not even Tarantulas' usual theatrics and the absence of the rest of his team was enough to spoil Megatron's mood as he loomed over this new prize, a hostage, one with which he could use to his advantage against Primal and Nexus however he pleased.

"I bid you welcome, Banshee, please, make yourself at home. You'll be here for a while, yessss. I can only hope time spent amongst the maximals has not worn out your appreciation for the company of your own kind, nooooo...Maha! MAHAHAHAHAHA!" Megatron laughed evilly, his spirits successfully raised as he plotted his next move.
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The sound of the wind meshing with both Maximals' engines generated a lot of noise. Orcariner initially had his doubts as to whether or not he would be able to carry substantial conversation with Optimus. However, his worries were quickly dissuaded after hearing his leader speaking loud and clear despite any interference.
Optimus Primal wrote:"What's on your mind, Orcariner?"
Optimus was quick to get to the point. The commander's voice carried well. It was loud enough to be heard clearly, but not in the sense of him yelling as if he were angry at the orca. Still, the giant killer whale was beginning to have some doubts over whether or not he should pursue this talk. The anxiety began to kick in and he was tempted to just postpone the topic until he felt a little less intimidated.

No, you have to tell him. Backing down doesn't suit you.

"Um," he started, "I kinda don't know where to start since I never thought I'd be saying this while flying to a mission."

The transmetal orca paused.

"I guess I might as well be blunt about it," he continued, "I disobeyed orders and watched the security footage of Icebreaker's death. I know who killed him."

He paused again, trying to piece together his next words. The last thing Orcariner wanted was to sound like a stuttering child. He had to make his point clear as well as present his reasoning behind it. If Optimus was going to give him counsel, then it was Orcariner's responsibility to help his leader understand where he was coming from. He had to know the entire picture behind the orca's thought process.

"Steelclaw was the last Predacon I would have imagined to have taken a life. As you read in my previous debriefing report, he and I fought side by side in the Vok's labyrinth. We practically left that pit as brothers-in-arms. Just knowing that he was responsible for killing my best friend is... is... I don't even know how to properly describe the feeling. Look, I know you didn't want me to see those tapes, Optimus, and I'm sorry for going behind your back but it's done. I've seen what happened, and yes, and I feel hurt. I don't even know if you could relate to this feeling, but it's like he..."

Orcariner exhaled in frustration.

"It's like he stabbed me in the back doing this. It's weird, I know, finding comradery in a Predacon but that's just how I saw it. Maybe I just hoped that we could be friends off the battlefield. Maybe I just hoped that he could even join us, kinda like how Dinobot switched sides. Then to find out that he stormed into our bas- no- into our home! Taking the life of one of our own without even hesitating! It just wrecks me up inside, Optimus! It's not right. It's just not right."

Then, he dove right into the heart of the matter.

"I want to kill him. I do, I really do. I want to kill this Pred, Optimus. I know it's not exactly something you'd preach to us. Definitely not something you'd approve, but that's why I'm coming to you first before I do anything on my own. I want you to know how I feel about all of this, and if you can somehow convince me that paying back Steelclaw in kind for what he did to Icebreaker isn't the answer to all of this, then please... convince me! I don't like the idea of murder, but somehow I just can't shake this feeling that there is no other form of justice that could make up for this. There's nothing else that I could do that would make up for Icebreaker's death, because how can I possibly justify letting him walk freely in this war when he's the cause of death and sorrow. I'm sorry, Optimus, I just... it's been on my mind for while now. I can't seem to shake it no matter how hard I try to. If I see this guy, I really don't think I could stop myself from trying to end his life."
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Rattrap wrote:"Ya like it? I performed a successful theory on Nemesis today,"
Aurora's ears perked up in interest, it was an involuntary action she attributed to her choice of beast form, not that it bothered her or anything that they did that. She was about to ask for clarification when Rattrap continued.
Rattrap wrote: "Turns out her itty bitty nano nuisances don't like voltage."
Funny he should mention that after the experimentation she'd been working on, her interest in the subject having picked up especially after her own encounter with the avian Predacon. Aurora smiled at his grin, at the pride he had in making such a discovery, and just joy for the mere fact the rat was in a good mood. She opened her mouth, wanting to correct him a tad on his statement, to tell him that the higher voltage interfered with the nanites' functions and put them in overdrive, even forcing them to shut down for a time if the added electricity was high enough, but stopped herself from doing so as she remembered Optimus' warning about sharing her experiment with others until it was 100% safe.

"Oh yeah? That's pretty awesome! Maybe we can improve on the taser to give it a more powerful jolt."


She sounded genuinely excited by the possibility, even though this was hardly news for her. During her own confrontation with the Predacon, she had been able to electrocute the other female by amplifying the voltage through the use of Optimus' sword and water. But she had never told the others about what really transpired that day, mostly because she'd been ashamed of her own actions and had attempted to forget. The encounter had raised just as many questions as it had answered, however, leaving Aurora with clues regarding her origin she just wasn't willing or able to accept. So she merely chose to ignore them, to bury herself in her work in other fields, not wanting to succumb to the darkness that had apparently devoured the avian Predacon.
Rattrap wrote: "As for dis, it ain't much use but it ain't one of ours either. So I wanted ta find out its origin. Wanna help me with it?"
Aurora looked past the transmetal rat to the pod and then back again, slightly confused. They recovered an empty pod? And it was not one of theirs? Her thoughts then drifted to the arrival of the Akira, maybe the pod belonged there? But if so, how did it end up so far away from the wreckage of the ship? Where was its occupant, if it ever had one? And why had the admiral not mentioned it?

"Yeah, of course I'll help," she told him, moving over to the empty stasis pod. At first glance it looked similar to their own pods, albeit rather beaten up. On the lid she took note of some symbols, it was in a language she wasn't able to decipher, so she guessed it could be some old Cybertronian symbols from another era. Perplexed, Aurora wiped some sand off the lid, only to uncover a number of other similar symbols, all in that unknown language. She traced her fingers around the symbols, suddenly stopping as her digits touched the rough edges.

"Someone carved these in manually.. They were not part of the original design."

Starshadow wrote:"I don't think pick-up lines ever work when it comes to Nemesis, none of it works on most Predacon females anyway..."
Darkwind looked over as he heard another voice join the conversation, looking somewhat embarrassed as he realized he had just made a fool of himself in front of another attractive female without even knowing she was there. Unable to do anything other than put on a somewhat cheesy grin, he was actually glad when the other participants spoke up.
Terrorsaur wrote:"Ehehahahaha! Serves ya right newbie!"
The reconnaissance operative permitted himself to shrug ever so slightly at the tone in Terrorsaur's voice and attempted to sound confident when he responded; "Hey, a guy's gotta be able to try, right?" He glanced briefly over at Nemesis again but quickly averted his gaze as he saw the icy stare he got in return. It was then that Megatron's voice cut in, quickly silencing everyone else in the room with mere words.
Megatron wrote:"Indeed. Darkwind, despite your prior service to me I suspect you're still somewhat inexperienced and have a great deal to learn about military discipline and etiquette, even amongst the ranks of so-called rebels such as ourselves. Nemesis, I assign our new recruit to your care, watch over and train him as best you can so he may better serve me and integrate into our ranks. I know I can count on your best efforts, yesss?"
The winged female groaned audibly as the not unexpected orders sunk in whereas Darkwind was unable to hold back a peculiar smile. "As you wish," Nemesis replied reluctantly, knowing better than to bother arguing with the commander about this assignment. It was not as if she couldn't seriously harm this new recruit if he as much as even thought of going against her will again. He might be a foot taller than her, but his frame was scrawnier than the likes of Megatron, and he most certainly lacked her skill, finesse, and abilities. If she had to beat the lesson into him, so be it, part of her even hoped he would give her a reason to do so since a good beat down would certainly improve her mood.

She started to leave just as Tarantulas made his presence known as well. There was something about that spider that just made her uncomfortable, even though she couldn't quite put her finger on exactly what it was. Perhaps that undying devotion he had bestowed upon the she-spider, Arachnitron, had something to do with it, Nemesis couldn't be sure, all she knew was that the she-spider followed her fellow spider around like a love-sick puppy. And to the rest of the Predacons this was rather disturbing to watch, like she had no free will of her own. Alas there was nothing that could be done about the situation at the moment. Arachnitron had made it quite clear that she had no intention of ever turning her back on the creepy crawler.
Tarantulas wrote:"Forgive me comrades, but I didn't want to interrupt such stirring conversation, hehehehahaha! Besides, no need to be cross, I return home bearing gifts! Allow me to introduce Banshee, Predacon by programming but Maximal by allegiance. A traitor, in every sense of the word."
Well.. That bit of news didn't exactly do much to improve Nemesis' mood. As it turned out, the only team that had been successful in their quest had been Tarantulas', but at least this gave her the opportunity to remove herself from this entire, very uncomfortable, situation. She didn't stick around to hear the rest of the conversation, having no interest in watching Megatron dispatch of the traitor, and didn't even bother to glance back to see if her new protege was following her. Much to her dismay, however, he had indeed come after her, even though he had the common sense to keep his distance.

"Where are we going?," Darkwind inquired as he hurried after her, rounding corner after corner until they were outside. Taking a moment to enjoy the breeze, Nemesis did not as much as look back as she replied. "I think I like you better when you're quiet. Come on, there's a spot some distance up ahead that'll make a perfect training ground so I can whip that skid plate of yours into shape." She made no notion of waiting up, merely taking to the air and flying towards the new training ground. Behind her, Darkwind's optics flashed for a brief moment, a low yet chilling chuckle filling the air as he, too, transformed to his beast mode and pursued.
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( Er.. I assumed Mystrea was going to post before I did, but I guess I'll just assume damage and counter Dinobot to keep the ball goin'..

Blackrosefencer: Throwing knives and such would be nice, but Umbra doesn't have anything like that and since his rifle is scoped, it's not useful in close combat, so I'll just use what he has on hand. )

After performing the kick, Umbra noticed a sudden pain in his side, the armor scorched with a hole exposing some wires and mechanical fibers from the shot fired from Ironclaw.

As Dinobot came in to swing his sword at the group, Umbra reached with his left arm and drew in a swift motion his acid short sword, holding it up in a reverse hold as he blocked Dinobot's sword. The swords Umbra used were smaller then most others used, something between a dagger and long sword, but with the advantage of being swift and easy to use in close quarters for blocking or striking.

Umbra's optics narrowed as he drew his poison short sword pushing Dinobot's sword forward as he stepped in drawing the blade across his stomach in a swift motion, then twisted his wrist bringing the sword back and up across Dinobot's chest.

The cuts were shallow, but they didn't need to be too deep as the lacerations started to glow a dark purple from being infected by Umbra's Cyber poison. (Between those two hits and the poison Dinobot received earlier, Dinobot isn't unconscious but he'll be weakened for a little while. Long enough for Umbra and Arachnitron to escape. Internal repairs should also cover the damage.)

Umbra then backed away from Dinobot as he started to expel smoke from his back to fill the area as he made his retreat Miss Arachnitron, we need to go. Enemy reinforcements are on their way.

Umbra made his way towards Cheetor, sheathing his swords and lifting the unconscious tied up cat and put him over his shoulder, his tentacles reaching into the branches pulling him up as he started to swing away, his right hand holding his side wound.

(Now if Arachnitron escapes or not is up to you, though Predacons don't recover hostages is Megatron's policy currently, so.. trading Sonar and Arachnitron for Banshee and Cheetor isn't an option.)
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Saberfang wrote:"Thank you for your concern, Landslide. But aside from the constant threat of this... Threat lurking about inside me, I still wish to be helpful, being in a stasis pod would counter that."


Landslide nodded as Saberfang went away, he looked back towards Aurora and Rattrap investigating the stasis pod, then went inside the CR chamber sitting down as the walls closed around him.
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"Um," "I kinda don't know where to start since I never thought I'd be saying this while flying to a mission."
Orcariner didn't capitalize on opportunities like this when they arose, whereas Optimus, as busy as he often was at times, had to take advantage of every minute in every day for private talks because something always came up to inevitably interrupt him. He was not a leader who wasted time for such discussions because they were important to the one who needed his ear to listen to them or who was in search of his advice. Whitegrazer had given him practice with his efficiency of time. The blue ape remained quiet so Orcariner could focus and gather his thoughts.
"I guess I might as well be blunt about it," "I disobeyed orders and watched the security footage of Icebreaker's death. I know who killed him."
Primal closed his eyes for a moment, as if bowing his head in sorrow and prayer. He finally admitted to him that he breached the security on the video logs and it hurt a little more than Optimus thought it would hearing those words in his voice. He trusted Orcariner and thought highly of him. He was a great Maximal and a gentle giant, but he was about to see a darker side of him that he never thought he'd discover.
"Steelclaw was the last Predacon I would have imagined to have taken a life. As you read in my previous debriefing report, he and I fought side by side in the Vok's labyrinth. We practically left that pit as brothers-in-arms. Just knowing that he was responsible for killing my best friend is... is... I don't even know how to properly describe the feeling. Look, I know you didn't want me to see those tapes, Optimus, and I'm sorry for going behind your back but it's done. I've seen what happened, and yes, and I feel hurt. I don't even know if you could relate to this feeling, but it's like he..."
Yes, Optimus was well aware of his and Steelclaw's sprouting "friendship", for lack of a better word, since their teamwork in that mess of an underground maze. And he would bring the bear up again later. As for the video of the security footage, that was the whole point. This whole situation was the point of him keeping it away from Orcariner's eyes because this was exactly what Primal was trying to avoid and protect him from anchoring such dangerous thoughts and dwelling on it day by day.
"It's like he stabbed me in the back doing this. It's weird, I know, finding comradery in a Predacon but that's just how I saw it. Maybe I just hoped that we could be friends off the battlefield. Maybe I just hoped that he could even join us, kinda like how Dinobot switched sides. Then to find out that he stormed into our bas- no- into our home! Taking the life of one of our own without even hesitating! It just wrecks me up inside, Optimus! It's not right. It's just not right."
Could Optimus relate to that feeling? Not necessarily. Although, he could relate to the heartache of losing friends... of losing all of them in a single moment. And it still haunted him. It haunted him because there was nothing he could do. There was nothing anyone could do to the Vok and make them answer for their misguided and unethical actions. All one can do is move forward. Listening to Orcariner's voice escalate, Primal could feel his emotion and stress and outrage. It saddened him and made him worry greatly for his larger comrade. This clearly had been bothering him for quite some time, and that lead Optimus to believe that he probably wasn't the first one that Orcariner had approached about it. Perhaps he had spoken to Whitegrazer, who would have provided just as much wisdom if not more than he could. What the flying whale said next was what the Commander feared the most...
"I want to kill him. I do, I really do. I want to kill this Pred, Optimus. I know it's not exactly something you'd preach to us. Definitely not something you'd approve, but that's why I'm coming to you first before I do anything on my own. I want you to know how I feel about all of this, and if you can somehow convince me that paying back Steelclaw in kind for what he did to Icebreaker isn't the answer to all of this, then please... convince me! I don't like the idea of murder, but somehow I just can't shake this feeling that there is no other form of justice that could make up for this. There's nothing else that I could do that would make up for Icebreaker's death, because how can I possibly justify letting him walk freely in this war when he's the cause of death and sorrow. I'm sorry, Optimus, I just... it's been on my mind for while now. I can't seem to shake it no matter how hard I try to. If I see this guy, I really don't think I could stop myself from trying to end his life."
The leader's spark sank and he momentarily closed his eyes again while they continued flying to their destination. He wished it hadn't gone this far. He wished Icebreaker was still with them; just to save all the heartbreaks his death had caused and to never see this side of Orcariner because it was ugly and disconcerting. However, because of the effort he had just shown in coming to Optimus first told him that there was still hope to help him and to try to talk him out of the hatred and suffering despite how deep it felt rooted inside of the killer whale. Words needed to be chosen carefully, and there should be firmness as well as empathy.

"Orcariner, I appreciate you approaching me about this before you do anything reckless," Primal began. "I understand what you're going through, what you're feeling - the rage, the anger, the sadness, the need to correct it and make it fair. Truly, I do. And it's good to see that you know me so well, that I wouldn't encourage such behavior from my Maximals, but I suddenly feel like I don't know you at all. I can't express how disappointed I am." His tone fell a little deeper as he continued, implying that there may be repercussions for his actions. "You bypassed my security measures on the footage and betrayed my trust for your own satisfaction because you couldn't leave it alone despite the message I gave to you from Icebreaker himself. And I never thought I'd hear those words from you." Optimus shook his head in disappointment referring to him saying that he wanted to kill someone, as if it was the only option left and the only way he could feel closure.

"Killing Steelclaw won't heal your pain and suffering, Orcariner. And it’s not a way to avenge Icebreaker’s death. I won't tolerate any of my crew taking a life for their own justice, gratification or revenge.” Defending one’s self was an entirely different situation. Not taking a life is what separates us from Megatron and some of his Predacons no matter what they have done. It's too easy; it's the coward's way to defeat their opponent. If you want to avenge your friend, then you stay true to yourself, help those in need, be merciful and forgiving, and be the leader and role model I know you can be." He gave a brief pause before adding, "There are some paths that shouldn't be taken… paths that are full of darkness and regret... and murder is one of them. Orcariner, once you cross that line, there is no return. You have to live with the consequences of your actions for the rest of your life, and it will tarnish your career and your spark. It will follow you and haunt you until the day your spark expires." His stern voice eventually climbed uphill for a somewhat different approach. "But truth be told, I'm not always around," which was true because Optimus didn't partake in every mission he sent the TransMetal whale out on, "so the decision will ultimately fall into your hands if you cross paths with him again. Let me ask you this, Orcariner. Have you even thought about how Steelclaw might be feeling about it? Maybe he never meant to fatally wound Icebreaker; he was under a great deal of pressure after all, not that that is any excuse. But judging by his history and character, I have no doubt that he regrets what happened, that it wasn't anything personal against you, and the guilt and remorse that he must be feeling for what he did that day and how much it must have hurt you because he knew how close you were to Icebreaker.” How crazy would it be if Steelclaw truly was sorry for what he did, and if Orcariner could ever forgive him, that they would become the best of friends in the end when they would need each other the most? Not so crazy. “When was the last time any of us saw Steelclaw? It's been a long time. Is he too ashamed to show himself after such an act for no consideration of life? Or, Primus forbid, did he take his own life because he couldn't live with himself? If murdering someone, especially if it was unintentional, doesn't change a bot, then there's something wrong with their programming." He meant that toward Steelclaw as well as a warning to the orca.

"Obsessing and dwelling on this will only hurt you more, Orcariner, as well as the ones you love who surround you every day. It will tear you apart inside, and you can’t focus on what matters now in the battlefield. How can I be certain any of my crew is safe in your hands if you’re leading them with this kind of distraction? You must know that we're here for you. I'm always here for you," he emphasized. "You are certainly not suffering alone. Megatron and the Vok have put us through a lot, and I must take responsibility for the conduct of my crew and the lives of friends that are lost, but what I can not do is let them control me. I can not resort to revenge or justification because I value life and I’m better to show mercy. As much it pains me, I use our friends’ deaths to push me forward, to strengthen me, and not let their sacrifices be in vain. You’re better than this to be seeking death. This war has had enough of bloodshed already." Optimus turned his head to his aerial partner and said sincerely, "Orcariner, I urge you to speak with Steelclaw about it before resulting to something that you will never be able to take back. And if what he says speaks true to you, then all of this anger and hatred that you’ve been harboring will have been for nothing but your own undoing. Please, my friend, heed my words."

As both Maximal fliers approached the area where Dinobot and his team had converged on to rescue the protoform, Optimus opened his comm. link to the raptor and alerted him, "Orcariner and I are in the vicinity, Dinobot. I'm going to assume Tarantulas headed toward the Darksyde." If his presumption was incorrect, then the warrior could tell him otherwise, but at least now the lizard knew his team had help. "Do you know the name of the protoform?" he asked.

"Orcariner, stretch your sonar as far as you can. We need to find Tarantulas," the blue and silver gorilla pleaded as his neon pink eyes diligently scanned the terrain below them and toward the horizon. Both of them could be heard in the sky as they quickly flew over Dinobot's location within seconds.
"Of course, sir. I'll tell you once we have some free time and thank you."
Saber-Fang's words lingered in the back of Primal's mind while he waited to see if Orcariner was going to protest or say anything more on the matter. He was open for discussion, of course, but they couldn't distract themselves too much on the matter at hand, which was finding their kidnapped ally.

(( OOC: Alak, I don't mean to rush through their discussion, so keep Orcariner talking if you want. I just wanted there to be progress in their rescue mission (despite them being too late already) so it doesn't seem like they're lollygagging around because it's quite serious. :lol: Megatron could very well use Banshee as a trade for Optimus or Sonar or something... at some point... ))

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Aye, finest oilhouse in all the galaxy.
"Got dat right!" Rattrap joyfully agreed with Landslide.
Er.. Listen lass.. if it becomes too much on you, we still got some stasis pods around.. It's not a cure, but if yer that worried, you could go into stasis for awhile. Only thing I'd be worried about is if somethin' happened to ya like that..
Only Rattrap was lazy enough to secure himself in stasis in a pod. He doubted Saber would agree to it, although it was an interesting idea.
"Thank you for your concern, Landslide. But aside from the constant threat of this... Threat lerking about inside me, I still wish to be helpful, being in a stasis pod would counter that."
See? I knew it, thought the rat. He smiled a little after Saber's decision before she turned and walked away, exiting the hangar.
Aye, it's a fine device. Only way I would of been able to perform similar is with my arc welder.. but I can't even catch that witch as she buzzes around at mach 2.. Perhaps I'll need to look into some countermeasures myself,though Nanomachines aren't really effective on me.
"Yeah, well, she's got more weapons so I'd look inta more counta'measures if I were you," he had recommended to the beetle.
Ug.. Maybe I will use the CR chamber for abit..Wake me up if ya need me lad. he then lumbered towards Orcariner's CR chamber.
"You got it, Big L," Rattrap said as he watched 'Slide limp away to the CR. "Sweet dreams," he teased.

"And then dere were three," he smirked at Whitegrazer and Aurora.
"Oh yeah? That's pretty awesome! Maybe we can improve on the taser to give it a more powerful jolt."
Rattrap squinted an optic at her and pursed his lips a little bit. "Somethin' tells me you ain't tellin' me somethin'," he confronted her in a playful manner. "Did you already know about dis?" he inquired. It was no big deal to him whether she did or not, he was still proud of himself for conducting his own experiment in the field under such frightening circumstances. Stupid Nemesis, he thought as he recalled her picking him up, falling from the sky, and her relentless attacks on him.
"Yeah, of course I'll help,"
The Spy smiled and stepped aside for her to get a closer look at the pod. Then he proudly watched her examine it like a criminal investigator.
"Someone carved these in manually.. They were not part of the original design."
"Really?" Puzzled by her discovery, he leaned over for a closer look and scratched his head as his optics wavered over the symbols. "I think they're Cybertronian... but I can't read 'em. Must be some kinda ancient dialect or somethin'. But that doesn't make sense. It ain't ours, and nobody was inside of it, so whose is it? Where did it come from? ...And where and who's the protoform...?"
"Well, that's just prime!"
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"I see I'm not the only one who brought home guests, hehehehehahahahaha!"
"Slag it, Tarantulas! Must you always be snooping around like that? RAWK!"
"For once Terrorsaur, we agree on something. It IS a rather bad habit"
"Forgive me comrades, but I didn't want to interrupt such stirring conversation, hehehehahaha! Besides, no need to be cross, I return home bearing gifts!"
Starshadow looked at the huge body covered in Tarantulas' web, turns out to be a femme as she let out an audible muffled 'ugh' after a kick from the spider mech, finally fully awake.
"Allow me to introduce Banshee, Predacon by programming but Maximal by allegiance. A traitor, in every sense of the word."
"I bid you welcome, Banshee, please, make yourself at home. You'll be here for a while, yessss. I can only hope time spent amongst the maximals has not worn out your appreciation for the company of your own kind, nooooo...Maha! MAHAHAHAHAHA!"
Banshee?! It couldn't be... Jumping out of the CR tank, she walked towards the body and knelt down, taking a good look of her face, "Xychona..." Banshee looked at her in confusion. Starshadow pushed Tarantulas aside, grabbing the web bundle and threw it to the wall. "Small universe, isn't it Banshee?" she walked towards the defenseless bat and stepped on her head before turning her attention to Megatron, "My Lord, I humbly request that I end her life or at least be part of her torturing session. I have scores to settle with her."
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As Darkwind soon discovered, Nemesis had been serious about the training ground being a good distance from the Predacon base. The black panther had been running at full speed for a while, passing through a heavily wooded forest that blocked out almost all light. Yet he still kept up his pursuit of the winged female, barely able to tell her whereabouts from the faint shadow that occasionally showed up in the sky barely visible between the tree tops. Good thing he was a good tracker and that she seemed to be slowing down a bit to allow him to keep up, probably due to Megatron's harsh warning.

They were well beyond the reach of the Predacon surveillance systems by the time the forest finally began letting up, revealing a large open area up ahead. Nemesis was standing in the middle of it, arms hanging at her side as she seemed to be impatiently waiting for him to make it there. Darkwind, still in his panther mode, trotted up to her, his muscles aching a bit from the long run, but he still managed a toothed, cheeky grin as he eyed her before converting back to his robot form.

"Come here often?," he asked, a bit curious, as he halted in front of her.

"Less talk, more action," she replied, still not interested at all in conversing with him after his less than graceful approach back at the base. Darkwind shook his head briefly in amused bewilderment, merely watching his companion as she took the lead. "Come on, attack me," she then urged but he still only stood there, staring at her. "Attack!," she then ordered, her already limited patience with this guy wearing dangerously thin.

Darkwind grudgingly granted her wish, lunging a fist at her. Promptly grabbing it, Nemesis then pulled his arm forward and elegantly threw him onto his back. Landing with a groan, the black and silver male looked up at her as she impatiently waited for him to get back on his feet, an ever so slight smile noticeable on her face now. "If this is all you're going to offer, we might as well call it quits right now," she taunted him, slowly circling around him as she spoke. Winking back at her, Darkwind responded with a snippy "Just enjoying the view from this angle," before pushing himself back up on his feet. Nemesis tilted her head slightly, only to leap effortlessly out of the way as the male threw another punch at her. After repeating this approach four or five times, she held up her hand to make him stop for a moment.

"You have to anticipate your opponent's move, otherwise you'll never get anywhere," she told him, having decided to try a different approach. Perhaps if she started out as the offensive one, he would be forced to take the situation more seriously. She almost snorted at his promise to do better, her already low expectations hardly having improved by his recent display.

"Like this!"

Whirling out her leg in an attempt to sweep him off his feet, she was surprised to find that he merely jumped to avoid such an approach. "Not bad.." The male merely looked at her, his face perfectly unreadable. Surely a strike of luck, she thought, trying again with her arm striking against his throat. And somehow the male anticipated this move, easily deflecting her arm with his own. Confused and eyeing him a bit suspiciously, she followed up with a number of kicks to different parts of his body, and still he somehow managed to read and counter her every move in a most frustrating manner. Growing frustrated, Nemesis took a few staggering steps back, her voice determined to get the truth as she spoke again.

This was no mere lackey in Megatron's army, of that she was certain, which raised the inevitable question..

"Who are you.. really?"


This extracted a laugh from her opponent and for a brief moment his voice appeared to change. It was a subtle change, just a slightly different pitch perhaps, but it was there.

"My dear.. I've always been a quick study."


Nobody was that quick though.. Nemesis attempted to fight back that shiver that went down her spine, and without thinking she pulled out her sai. Darkwind eyed it briefly, a coy smile on his face as he held his ground.

"Tell me," she demanded, hating herself for the begging tone in her voice. It suddenly occurred to her that the male may very well have set this entire situation up so that he could get her alone, far from the other Predacons. "What do you want?"

Silence greeted her along with a pair of yellow, all-knowing optics. Somehow the male had her on edge even without having made a single move against her. No.. It was probably nothing, surely it was just her imagination running wild, but after so many years on the run Nemesis had learned to abide by her instincts. And there was something about the male that really unnerved her at the moment.

"You, if anyone, should be well accustomed in the art of keeping secrets..," the male suddenly said, his mysterious words only increasing the female's suspicions.

Slowly lowering her sai, the paranoid female repeated her question.

"What do you want?"


Again she was greeted with a silent stare.

Realizing she was not getting any answers from here, Nemesis slowly turned and started heading back to base. It was only then that she felt a strong hand clasp onto her shoulder, holding her back. Snapping, Nemesis whirled on the male and slammed her sai into his side, thrusting it as deep as it would go before yanking it back. She wanted to yell at him, to repeat the words she had so angrily told him off with back at base before they left, and yet no sound came out as she met his now exasperated glare. Aside from a faint grunt as the sai had first penetrated, he did not as much as flinch, and his wound..

She paused, staring at what should have been a gaping hole with mech fluid seeping out of it, instead finding it nearly healed with a faint and all too familiar blue glow fading away in its place. The following hard blow to her head came so fast that she never had a chance to avoid it, sending her crashing onto her back on the ground. The male wasted no time, swiftly climbing on top of the dazed female, and followed up the initial punch with several more well placed hits to the same region. Now completely in a haze, Nemesis stood no chance at defending herself as the male pulled out a device and pressed it against her chest. "Oh Nemmy.. Surely you didn't think you were the only one?," were the last words she could comprehend as the male activated his weapon and sent several powerful jolts into her, extracting a whimper out of her as the nanites started shutting down and she, as well, lost consciousness.

(ooc: Will probably rewrite parts of this when I'm awake enough, but the overall essence will remain the same. To accommodate for some players, I've moved the time schedule up a tad, and I had to rush through this since I'm rather tired.)
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OOC: Sorry for the wait regarding the post. Though I'd like to know if its possible for Megs to contact Optimus directly or if he has to go through the base first to issue his demands, so I can alter my post accordingly. Thanks in advance.
Starshadow wrote: Banshee?! It couldn't be... Jumping out of the CR tank, she walked towards the body and knelt down, taking a good look of her face, "Xychona..." Banshee looked at her in confusion. Starshadow pushed Tarantulas aside, grabbing the web bundle and threw it to the wall. "Small universe, isn't it Banshee?" she walked towards the defenseless bat and stepped on her head before turning her attention to Megatron, "My Lord, I humbly request that I end her life or at least be part of her torturing session. I have scores to settle with her."
"Watch it wench!" Tarantulas spat indignantly as Starshadow examined & then attacked his catch.

Megatron raised an optic at Starshadow's sudden display of malice towards the prisoner and her apparent familiarity with her, replying "I understand your taste for vengeance all too well Starshadow, and while I appreciate your initiative in volunteering to look after our guest, I do believe I shall require the bat to be left in relatively good condition if I am to use her as a bargaining chip against the maximals, Yesss. So do refrain from roughing her up too badly until I say otherwise, understood? Excellent."


Turning to face Tarantulas "Where is the rest of your team Spider? Will they arrive carrying gifts as well?"

Tarantulas replied "I gave the order to retreat as soon as I secured the prisoner Megatron, Arachnitron and the others were in the process of securing the young feline when I left them, they should be on their way here now, hopefully with a captive in tow."

"Contact them at once and confirm for certain Tarantulas, I must know how many bargaining chips I have in play if my next move is to be successful, yes" Megatron commanded, deciding already what he'd do if he had two captives to work with.

"As you wish Megatron" Tarantulas answered, opening a com to his team and asking "Arachnitron, Umbra, Spineback, report! I'm already back at base, where are the rest of you? Have you secured the prisoner?"

Terrorsaur, having been a silent witness to the commotion going on until now, finally broke his silence and asked "Begging your pardon Mighty Megatron, but what exactly do you plan to do with the bat and the cat if we're not gonna off them here and now? Two slagged maximals isn't much, but its still two slagged maximals closer to putting them on the endangered species list."

"As per usual Terrorsaur you're too short sighted to see the obvious right in front of your face!" Megatron bellowed at the flyer, before adding "With two hostages I can force my oh so noble foe Primal and his precious mentor Nexus into surrendering themselves to me for execution in exchange for the lives of their crewmen, thus leaving the maximals leaderless and grieving. Their happy little band will tear itself apart without the guidance of their "father figures," assuming I don't do it first, yesss! Now if your curiosity is satisfied Terrorsaur, do as I say and raise communications to the maximals, its time to issue my demands. And call back any of our lingering forces as well, knowing Primal he could be launching a rescue mission already and the more guards we have between him and his cronies the better."

"As you command, Megatron" Terrosaur grumbled, hating how Megatron always shot him down, his injuries healed thankfully as he exited the tank and went to the com station, sending out a com to all the other predacons left in the field, "Attention all predacons, return to base immediately! Primal maybe on his way for a visit and Megatron wants all hands on deck, on the double! RAWK!"


Satisfied, Terrorsaur then sent out a transmission to the maximal base, and waited for them to pick up. Lousy maximals, always too slow to pick up the damn com for his taste.
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"Aurora and Whitegrazer, help out everyone here in any way they need it. We'll be back,"
She nodded, meeting Optimus's with the same loving gaze he expressed to her, "We will make sure everyone is all right here."

Whitegrazer watched as Optimus and Orcariner left to save their friends. She closed her optics and prayed for their safe return as well as the safety of their friends. She really wished she could see them, but the only thing she could feel was the emotions streaming from Orcariner. Hopefully, if Orcariner didn't want to listen to her, she hoped that he may listen to what Optimus tells him. Orcariner looked up to Optimus and he may have more swaying him to not take vengeance upon Steelclaw. It was a shame that Steelclaw hasn't been showing himself as of late. No sign yet nothing says anything of him in danger. Maybe someday he would show up. But now, maybe it was a good thing he kept himself away.
"Ya like it?""I performed a successful theory on Nemesis today," "Turns out her itty bitty nano nuisances don't like voltage.""As for dis, it ain't much use but it ain't one of ours either. So I wanted ta find out its origin. Wanna help me with it?"
What Rattrap was talking about perked her interest. As he was explaining, the flashes of the scene where she felt Aurora's pain and saw the husk of Nemesis with Optimus' sword stabbed into her torso. The image brought back the emotions she felt during that time, but she quickly kept herself calm and collected in front of Rattrap and Aurora, who she no doubt carried the same feelings as she did.

Is that how you fought Nemesis back next to the lake, Aurora?

She wondered what transpired there, but for some reason, she could see it had an effect on her ever since. As she watched Aurora examined the pod, she couldn't help but wondered what was in store for Aurora?
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Nexus Prime paced through the hallways of the Axalon, seemingly a bit aimlessly even though he strangely enough had no problems finding his way around. The admiral had never set foot in the Maximal exploration ship before his recent arrival after the untimely loss of his own Akira, but he had seen enough blueprints to have a fairly accurate sense of navigating the ship. He had studied those blueprints, memorized them, much like he had with so many other details before setting out on his mission. The amount of planning and attention to details would have been enough to impress anyone, and still, now, he somehow found himself wandering these halls.. surrounded by Maximal brethren he did not know.. and far from his home world. Fate could certainly not have planned it any better.

He took note of some commotion, politely nodding to some Maximals that ran by him on their way to the bridge, but he did not follow. He already knew that Primal had departed along with his oversized friend, as well as the fact that some of the team hadn't returned to base yet after their mission. The others seemed to be scrambling to find out what was going on or how they could offer some help, a gesture that brought out a smile on the aging warrior's face.

Making his way away from the commotion, down to the door that separated the brig from the rest of the ship, all-the-while making sure he was not being followed, Nexus stopped in front of the heavy doors. He stood there in silence for a moment, glancing past the security pad to the camera that was aimed at the door, then he started walking away, out of the camera's view. He slipped into a corner where a broken light offered ample opportunity for some privacy, making a last glance around to assure that he was truly alone. Satisfied that he had not been followed, he stretched out his arms and leaned his head back a bit, concentrating on an all too familiar visual image he had safely stored away in his data banks. Almost immediately his frame started to shift, appearing to shrink in height by about a foot or so, while his armor twisted and moved, taking on the visual appearance of someone completely different. The wound on Nexus' chest faded away, revealing a muscular and more animalistic plating in its place. His arms stretched a bit longer, strong hands forming at the distal end, patches of metallic fur appearing where there was none, his colors changing to match as well down to the chrome detail. Finally his optics flickered online, the color adjusting to match the orange to yellow shade of the original. The entire process could not have taken more than a few seconds if even that before the perfect replica of Optimus Primal stepped out into the light, stretching a little as he looked around.

"Optimus Primal."

The voice sounded very close to the original, but had a very slightly different pitch to it. Optimus paused for a moment and then tried again.

"Optimus Primal."

The voice was now an as perfect match as his appearance, briefly bringing a smug look on the pretender's face as he made his way back to the locked door.

"Verify Optimus Primal," he said, stepping in front of the facial scanner. At the same time he slipped a small device into the open slot of the computer, leaving it there as he straightened out, the smugness having been dropped as quickly as it appeared.

"Optimus Primal verified. Clearance level 10. You may enter, Optimus," the mechanical voice of the computer responded, the heavy door opening to grant the Maximal commander access. And why wouldn't it? It was his ship, after all.

Optimus wasted no time, pulling back his little device as soon as it had finished uploading its program to the computer, and he promptly made his way over to single occupied cell in the Maximal brig while the heavy door shut tightly behind him. Without delay the commander opened the second door abruptly, remaining in the doorway as he gazed upon the prisoner within.

Dispensing with the pleasantries this time, he pulled out a small vial he had kept hidden on his person ever since he had re-visited the wreckage of the Akira, and held it out for Sonar to take. "There isn't much time and certainly no time to explain myself at this very moment," he informed the scientist bat, "But you are free to go.. On one condition. I brought a present for you and I wish for you to work your magic on it." A grin so wicked it couldn't possibly have come from the real Optimus, despite the uncannily similar physical likeness between the two, spread across his face. "All I ask is that you use this gift to spread chaos."


(ooc: And the plot thickens.. ;))
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Ironclaw staggered as he was knocked off the she spider but not before he got a single shot off on the octopus. He stumbled a few steps before regaining his balance. His armour had been scuffed and slightly dented by the kick but there was no internal damage. The badger saw the mercenary turn to engage Dinobot while the female Predacon had already grabbed her fire arm and started blasting at him. She fired several shots at him, some missed but most made their mark. Ironclaw drew his arms up to protect his face. The energon pelted his armour, burning small chunks of it causing a searing pain. When he heard no more gun fire he lowered his arms only to see the butt of a pistol come swinging towards his face. She did not poses much strength but she managed two good his on his head. The Maximal soldier let out few quick grunts before lifting his arm up to the side to block her attack. Her arm and pistol crashed against his arm with a thud and stopped dead. For a moment he studied her face, still that undeterred expression. Then he suddenly drove his fist into her chest, punching her into the dirt by Cheetor. At that point smoke covered his vision.
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Sonar looked up when the door to the brig opened, his nostrils flared as he took in the scent and narrowed his optics. The sound of the heavy foot falls didn't match Primal's scent.

He didn't have to wait long for the mech claiming to be the Maximal commander to arrive at his cell. He watched using his echo vision as his eye sight hadn't fully cleared as "Primal" pulled out a small vial from his person.
"There isn't much time and certainly no time to explain myself at this very moment."
Sonar tilted his head but rose to his feet and approached the bars when presented the vial.
"But your free to go... On one condition. I brought a present for you and I wish for you to work your magic on it."
"You are to kind... Optimus." Sonar replied with a light chuckle as he took the vial and examined it.
"All I ask is that you use this gift to spread choas."
Sonar turned his clouded gaze on the so called Maximal Commander and gave a twisted smile of his own.

"It would be my pleasure, causing choas is my specialty. Oh, if possible can you be so kind as to send the real Optimus Primal? I wish to speak with him."
"The enemy of my enemy is my bro."
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Optimus, or rather his exact duplicate, let his yellow optics linger on the bat for a moment, enjoying that mutual understanding between them. It appeared, however, that the bat wasn't quite as eager to leave as he had originally anticipated.
Sonar wrote:"It would be my pleasure, causing choas is my specialty. Oh, if possible can you be so kind as to send the real Optimus Primal? I wish to speak with him."
"You will get your chance, I assure you," the pretender said, "But it will have to wait for a later time. I highly suggest you get out of here and do as I ask, then we can arrange for a meeting later."

He did not bother to inform the bat that Optimus was not present, nor that there was no way he could relay the message or lure the Maximal commander there without revealing his own motives or at the very least arouse suspicion. And surely the scientist, crazy as he might be, would realize that there was a sense of urgency here and that the Maximals were not going to simply let him go if they were aware of what was going on in the brig at the moment.

"Go. Now," he warned, moving over to the thick door to open it once more. He left it open this time as he disappeared down the hallway, his appearance beginning to change yet again as soon as he was out of view of the camera.
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(( OOC: I'm just posting for Rhinox in case DarkSpark can still squeeze in a response before he abandons us for a week. :wink: Rhinox just needs to know what's going on so he can turn Optimus and Orcariner around. ))

An audible and annoying beeping popped up on the Axalon's communications console. Puzzled, Rhinox leaned over and pressed a button to define its origin. "The Darksyde...?" he thought out loud. This couldn't have been good news...

"This is the Axalon. You rang, Darksyde?" the scientist said in his deep voice that allured to intolerance as he accepted their transmission, unbeknownst to what was transcending in the brig, not that there would be any alarms set off to notify him since the security programming had indeed recognized Optimus Primal.
"Well, that's just prime!"
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"You will get your chance, I assure you. But it will have to wait for a later time."
Sonar shrugged indifferently, he would get his moment with Optimus. He would just have to wait a little while longer. He was a patient mech.
"I highly suggest that you get out of here and do as I ask, then we can arrange a meeting for later."
"Very well, who am I to delay the inevitable? When throwing peoples lives into choas is so much fun." He grinned again at the last part.
"Go. Now."
Sonar waited until the imposter was gone before placing the vial inside his person before picking the lock on his cell. It didn't take him long to unlock his cell, he smirked when the door swung open.

Ah, sometimes I amaze myself. He thought stepping out of his cell.

Before leaving, he turned to the camera and gave a slightly over dramatic bow before leaving the brig.

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Saber rubbed her temples as he rounded a corner, her head along with her entire body hurt. Her ears twitched when she heard claws against the steel hallway floor.

She looked up and before she could do anything, Sonar slammed into her, sending her into the nearest wall and knocking her out.

Sonar smirked as he looked at Saber's unconscious form.

"I will destroy you, Saber. But that will have to wait until the time is right."

Giving a soft grunt, he picked up the out cold femme and sung her over his shoulder then headed for Command, no doubt there would be someone there and while he was at it he might as well set loose what ever was in this vial.

He smirked again when he heard a voice coming the Command center, he didn't even bother being stealthy, he wanted to be heard.
"The enemy of my enemy is my bro."
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