The Intergalactic Highway

Ironclaw wa making his way to whatever the disturbance was when Rattrap tried to catch up. The badger was surprised that the rat decided to follow him and not resist at all. He continued onwards and saw that a lot of trees had been cut down, the ground beneath them was rumbling slightly. As they approached the rumbling increased and Iornclaw saw a figure.

Finally Rattrap spoke up and he seemed to advise him on his next course of action rather than giving him a straight up order. The badger looked down at the small rodent with a blank expression. Ic? He hadn't been referred to with a nick name before, he was puzzled by it. After a moment he looked up front and went to investigate. He made his way to what seemed to a newly dug cave. He crept over the top of the entrance to see if he could see anything. Ironclaw waited for Rattrap to go in first, he thought it best if rat went first.

((Great posts everyone!!))

Airazor had been taking a nap on the white tigers back. Her dreams were filled with vivid colors and beautiful wildlife. The trees below her majestic form all swayed silently from a soft cool breeze as she looked down upon them from the sky. Birds of all shapes and sizes flew beside her, chirping a joyful tune for the world to enjoy. The animals in the forest below danced to the merry tunes and blissfully carried out their everyday lives. Everything and everyone was happy. It was a beautiful day. But through it all, Airazor was worried. Despite all the happiness around her, she knew something was wrong. She scoured the planet below her, frantically searching for something. She didn't know what it was she was searching for, but knew she was close. It was only a few seconds later that she saw it - next to the happy trees and dancing animals. It was the wreckage of a friend. Aerostriker.

"Come on, ladies, we're gonna do a little investigating."

Airazor awoke from her dream and breathed a sigh of relief. It was only a dream. She thought. Everything was okay. Looking around, she recognized where she was and quickly returned to reality. She was still riding on Wintersong's back. Being careful not to fall off, she re-positioned herself so that she could stretch her wings. Immediately she could tell that her form had made most of the internal repairs. She was able to fly again! "My wings have been repaired!" She spoke happily and immediately took off into the sky to follow Rattrap and Iron Claw.

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Manterror returned to base, happy to finally rest. Without wasting any time, he jumped into a CR Tank and began repairs. He had big plans for the future and needed to be back in fighting form if he wished to continue them!

Nemesis had ample opportunity to return to the Predacon base quickly, but she took her time with getting there. The conditions at the base was hardly worth bragging about and for someone like her, she felt all that more comfortable outside instead of the uncomfortably warm base. Still.. she was close enough to join in should Megatron start losing his patience, having heard his transmission ordering them all back there. So she merely hovered above, in her flight mode, watching as the other Predacons made their way inside.

Orcariner wrote:"Hey, I tried to radio the others back home just now, but there's too much interference going-"

Even though Orcariner had returned, he seemed to be a bit far away to fully see what was going on with Whitegrazer. Aurora shared his concern, however.. She cast a quick glance at the whale-copter before returning her silent stare to Whitegrazer.

Whitegrazer wrote: "We may not need to rely on surveillance gadgets. Give me a moment."

Aurora tilted her head slightly, watching as Whitegrazer used her mental powers to sense the presence of some of the most annoying Predacons of them all.

Whitegrazer wrote: "Quickstrike."

The ermine didn't know much about the Predacon fuzor, other than that he had a big mouth and less brains and brawn to back his words up with. He was of little concern.

Whitegrazer wrote:"Blackarachnia. Tarantulas."

Her ears flattened a bit as the white mare listed the two spiders, both being far more dangerous in her opinion. One was an expert close quarters combatant, the other a scientist with a rather wicked track-record and lots of misery on his conscience.. that is if he had one.

Whitegrazer wrote:"Arachnitron."

Eyes now narrowing at hearing the name of the wannabe Maximal turned traitor. Arachnitron was unpredictable, which perhaps made her the most dangerous of them all. She may not have BlackArachnia's skill or Tarantulas' savagery, but she certainly had a way to make others take pity on her only to turn on them when it suited her. Aurora was not too pleased to learn who they were up against. Part of her almost wished they still had no clue.

Her angered eyes quickly softened as she saw how the revelation affected Whitegrazer, how exhausted she looked, and for a moment almost.. vulnerable. She wanted to walk up to her, give her a comforting hug, but out of respect she maintained her distance, knowing Whitegrazer was strong enough to handle almost anything.

Whitegrazer wrote:"Something very personal is going in there between the spiders. I think we should stay out of it until the danger is clear, especially with all that energon scattered amongst the caverns. The only solution I see is that we wait. Wait until the time is right to engage if we must. Maybe bring them out here."

"I disagree," Aurora suddenly said, doing her best to contain the uncomfortable feelings within, "If we wait, the spiders will be able to settle whatever differences they're having and finish what they are working on here. That would put us at a disadvantage. We're better off setting up traps and preparing now."

OOC:

Will post for Dinobot and Arachnitron sometime either today or tomorrow. I'm expecting my parents and WorpeX later for my birthday so I'm not sure if I'll be able to fit it in today...have some tidying up to do.

Also, waiting on Alak and Wintersong before I can write anything for Inferno. He hailed both of their characters to report to the command center so he can escort them to Megatron's quarters.

Whitegrazer kept her optics closed and hands still in a prayer pose. She felt Optimus' frustration and anger. Though she didn't know details of such displays of violence and guilt, she knew Optimus won't feel such things unless it was something terrible, and she deduced that it meant someone had perished. Who was it? She didn't know, but it didn't matter. Another life loss to a war saddened her deeply. But she couldn't moron nor let these emotions keep her from doing her duty.

Though, she reached forward towards Optimus, trying to ease his emotions to calm him down.

Alak wrote:"What happened? Are you alright?"

She didn't want to let Orcariner nor Aurora know what she knew. They needed to focus on their mission. Also, because of what happened before hand, these two would use such emotions for destructive behavior that she couldn't allow them to display. She just nodded at Orcariner and reassured him, "I'm fine."

Phoenix wrote:"I disagree," "If we wait, the spiders will be able to settle whatever differences they're having and finish what they are working on here. That would put us at a disadvantage. We're better off setting up traps and preparing now."

Whitegrazer listened to Aurora's suggestion, which did have merit, "Traps sounds like a good idea, but we must be swift. The three spiders may be distracted, but Quickstrike is antsy. He may watch the perimeter. "

"Does this sound all right with you, Orcariner?" she asked him.

"Optimus."

Primal had been quiet during his walk through the Axalon with Saber-Fang. With so much on his mind, it was difficult to process all of the thoughts and emotions. It was then when he stopped outside of the brig that he felt Whitegrazer reach out to him. He took a breath, closing his optics for a moment, as if to assure her in some way that he would manage considering everything else that her own spark was taking in before he turned and looked at the former General in front of him. Whitegrazer had enough on her plate to worry about and he didn't want to add another burden to it, but at least he knew they were still okay out there. He wished he could see her and hold her in his arms, however, now was not the time for him to day dream. They had lost two protoforms to the Predacons, Aerostriker was gone, and the Maximal leader had had enough of Saber's running off and seeking Sonar's help; his anger was his momentum and it came back just as quickly as the mare's distraction with her comforting connection had touched his spark.

"Dinobot captured Sonar earlier when he came knocking on our door," Optimus began as his orange optic sensors hovered on Saber-Fang. "It seems to have been a solo mission so I can only imagine that he came here for you." His voice was firm. "What ever has been going on between you two stops now. I demand an explanation on your history with him and what he has been doing to you on your little rendezvouses. This is your chance, Saber-Fang, before I walk in there and speak with him." Primal crossed his arms over his chest and waited for the saber's decision. He was search of nothing but the truth and his energy suggested his level of intolerance. She should know by now that she could trust Optimus and all he ever wanted to do was try to help her, but with the way this war was now, he couldn't be expected to allow her to go running off to Sonar all the time or spend days or weeks alone out in the wilderness. There was too much danger now with the Predacons, many of which would not hesitate now to kill any Maximal found wandering alone far from the base. He refused to lose another Maximal!

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Rhinox had watched Saber-Fang leave the command center after Optimus, wondering himself what their leader had in mind about the situation between her and Sonar. No doubt he was fed up with their antics by this point. And since this day had been another big blow to the Maximals, Primal was likely in a very bad mood. Something would have to change in order to gain the advantage in this war because right now, Megatron had the upper hand. Optimus knew this and it was weighing heavily on his shoulders.

Glancing at Onyx, the engineer returned to his duty and attempted to make contact with Orcariner's team again. "Axalon to Orcariner, do you copy?"

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Upon approaching the mountain and dusty air, Rattrap held back putting some distance between him and the entrance of the newly mined cave. He watched Ironclaw move in closer and then stop and look at him as if he were implying he should go in first. Just 'cause I'm a rat, is dat it? he thought with a sigh. However, he never intended on going in the cave. Instead, he wanted to wait and see who would come out. Why risk getting trapped, or ambushed, or buried in an unfamiliar cave with an unfamiliar being? No, thanks. I'll wait out here and see who comes out.

Motioning to Ironclaw with a hand gesture to wait and hold his position, Rattrap transformed to robot mode and drew his gun, just in case, feeling the ground rumble beneath his feet. He held it at his side with his index finger gently rubbing the trigger, ready to fire if he had to react in an instant. Judging by the size of this hole, this guy was pretty big, that is of course it was a one-man job going on there. A falcon in the air also caught his attention; it looked like Airazor was back on the wind. Good. More cover for him. Nearby was a large stasis pod, so naturally, Rattrap took a peek at it. Energon cubes? What the heck is goin' on here? Stepping away from the pod in case the new guy was hostile or a Predacon and ready to defend his precious energon, the small Maximal cleared his throat and called toward the cave's entrance when the loud grinding came to a stop again.

"Whoever's in dere, we got you surrounded! Come out slowly with your hands where I can see 'em!" I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die, I'm gonna die... he repeatedly nervously. But maybe this was an ally, after all it was a Maximal stasis pod. ...Then again, not all the pods held Maximals inside. Evidently. And today was just not a lucky day for the Axalon crew.

After taking off another layer from the Rockwall, Landslide stopped now up to his torso in debris as he started to back up, he then heard Rattrap speaking at the front of the tunnel.

Rattrap wrote:"Whoever's in dere, we got you surrounded! Come out slowly with your hands where I can see 'em!"

Ah slag.. it's the fuzz.. Wait.. this could be good..Maybe. he muttered to himself, it sounded like some sort of law enforcement had found him, though he thought the planet was uninhabited. If it was a Maximal police, he could get off with a warning, if it was a Predacon.. he might end up doing something rough and try to run away.

He backed out of the tunnel slowly, then transformed to his robot mode as he raised his hands into the air. His size easily twice Rattraps, with a bulk that made Rhinox seem like a ballerina. Clad head to toe in heavy armor that in some areas seemed as much as eight to twelve inches thick with spikes protruding from his dark metal form. His horned head glancing down towards Rattrap as his slit style dual visor and other portions of his body started to power up, steam spraying from the side of his faceplate to clear his passageways of dust, though adding to his already intimidating presence. He noticed the Maximal insignia on Rattrap, lowering his arms slightly as he spoke. (Link for those interested in Landslide's appearance. http://i304.photobucket.com/albums/nn18 ... f43517.png )

I er.. Now I know I'm mining without a permit officer, but.. I thought this was a survival situation lad. I hadn't seen bolt nor gear of anyone, hadn't eaten in a day! So..er.. How about ya cut me a little slack and maybe tell me where I am?

After which, a grumbling sound echoed from inside of Landslide, the sound of his stomach.

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Meanwhile, Quickstrike was hard at work, using a drill to make a hole in the stone floor, then set a I beam inside of it. He held the beam up with his scorpion legged hand, then reached around for with his snake head. He stopped as he turned his head looking around behind him Now where in tarnation did I put that blasted level? he muttered to himself annoyed.

Walking around the cave, he made his way towards one of the trailers, looking through a pile of pipes before pulling out a large level Ah, ere' it is! He walked back inside, muttering to himself once again Low down lazy good fer nothin' spiders, just you wait.. He looked towards his Snakehead I bet that egghead was just whistling a pretty tune so he can goof off with that crazy fem bot of his when I'm distracted.. though she is kinda purdy. he said to the Snakehead as it nodded like a sock puppet.

(And just to note, it's entirely possible for Orcariner to detect Quickstrike.. and probably even hear him talking to himself. *LOL* )

Rattrap's mouth opened with a silent gasp, and his optics enlarged as he watched the larger bot slowly emerge from the tunnel like he had asked and transformed. Why did these guys keep getting bigger and bigger? With a small gulp in his throat, he really hoped this guy was a Maximal. He appeared to be a TransMetal and seemed to have a calm attitude, but all the gadgets and weapons on him was a bit intimidating. Rattrap himself still looked beat up from his previous encounter with the Preds, but internally he was feeling better.

I er.. Now I know I'm mining without a permit officer, but.. I thought this was a survival situation lad. I hadn't seen bolt nor gear of anyone, hadn't eaten in a day! So..er.. How about ya cut me a little slack and maybe tell me where I am?

The Spy's expression of shock relaxed to an insulted one, if only for a moment despite how he knew he had sounded just then. Okay, so far so good. Maybe, just maybe this guy was a Maximal. "I ain't a cop," the smaller bot corrected him as he continued to hold his gun at his side. "Me and authority don't get along. You're on Earth, so you know... welcome. You a Maximal, big guy? Got a name? Mine's Rattrap." All right, so he wasn't as good at introductions as Optimus was but he followed his instinct on this one. He raised a brow at the sound of the beetle's stomach. "You better not be thinkin' about eatin' me. I don't go down easy," he smirked.

Activating his comm. link to the others in his group, Rattrap said, "Airazor, Ironclaw, Wintersong, bring it in," implying that they regroup with him and meet this newbie.

Saber wondered why they had stopped outside the brig and that paranoid part of her reared its ugly head.

Stop it! Stop thinking like that! She scolded herself.

"Dinobot captured Sonar earlier when he came knocking at our door."

Saber's ears went back in dread and she felt her spark sink.

"It seems to have been a solo mission so I can only imagine that he came here for you."

Saber said nothing as her dread grew as Optimus continued.

"What ever has been going on between you two stops now. I demand an explanation on your history with him and what he has been doing to you on your little rendezvous. This is your chance, Saber-Fang, before I walk in there and speak with him."

Saber stared at Optimus unable say a word. This was her chance to tell her side of things. Why she did what she did, why she went to Sonar. All she had to open her mouth and tell him, but she couldn't do it! Why?!

She was only making it worse for herself by not speaking.

She stammered for a moment, unable to complete a full sentence before dropping her head in shame. Why was this so hard?!

Her fear of what could happen if she told them was making her increasingly paranoid.

Rattrap wrote: "I ain't a cop," "Me and authority don't get along. You're on Earth, so you know... welcome. You a Maximal, big guy? Got a name? Mine's Rattrap."

Landslide lowered his arms Earth? I think I ended up off-course. Maximal? Aye, I'm no con lad. The names Landslide. Landslide then started walking towards the stasis pod in a slow stride.

Rattrap wrote:"You better not be thinkin' about eatin' me. I don't go down easy,""Airazor, Ironclaw, Wintersong, bring it in," .

He picked up a energon cube in his palm Eat you? Lad, I've smelt things in the tank of a waste treatment plant that are cleaner then you. No offense ofcourse. then sat down pulling out a small device almost looking like a Mr.coffee, setting the stable cube on top. Besides, from the scorch marks and ion odor, you've been in a skirmish recently. That's just not sporting. he then gave a hearty laugh, a strange glow coming from tubes on the machine as a few drops of liquid energon started to drip into a clear glass, before going into a slow flow. Leaning over he pulled out a small tree branch stored in the stasis pod, his face plate sliding back, biting into the branch.

I ain't much of a mechanic, but I got some supplies.. if yer friends need repairs or a lift, I'll oblige. he finished chewing the branch, then hit a switch on the micro refinery stopping the energon flow at the moment, lifting the glass and drinking the glowing pinkish purple liquid down. Now that hits the spot.. These trees are tasty, but it's like diet food. I'd have ta eat a whole slagging forest before I felt full on these.

He placed the cup back into the refinery hitting the switch again as it came back on, the energon cube on top becoming dimmer as it drained into the cup,he started chewing on the branch once again.

(( OOC: Poor Saber. OP is going to try one more time before he goes for Sonar, just FYI, N-H. I'm not sure if you want Saber to say anything first or if you'd rather OP interrogate Sonar instead but I also don't want this scene to drag with them dancing around the issue. XD ))

The Maximal Commander watched the former General before him, studying her behavior and silence aside from her incomprehensible muttering. Had he frightened her? In a way he wanted to in hopes of keeping the beast at bay instead of angering her, but it seemed it wasn't helping her at all to speak up either. So he decided on taking a different approach.

Lowering his arms to his sides, Optimus sighed softly and tried pushing everything else aside at the moment to focus on Saber. "I'm not angry with you, Saber-Fang," he began in a lighter tone. "You don't have to be afraid. I'm only here to help. All of us are here to help, you know that. You know you can trust me. I would do anything to stop seeing you suffer in fear like this every day. But none of us can try if you don't let us in." He paused for a moment before saying, "If you'd rather speak about it with someone else, then please do so just as long as you talk to someone," he emphasized. "But regardless of your decision, I'm going to have a chat with Sonar. You must understand that I can't let this keep going on the way it is. It's too dangerous and I...," he took a breath, Aerostriker's death still fresh in his thoughts, as well as the others he had lost along the way whose faces and voices flashed through his memories, "...I can't lose any more of this crew." Primal then realized that his hand was on her shoulder, as if a physical touch would convince her or encourage her to share her story. He didn't recall placing it there but when he fell quiet, he slowly took it away and put it back at his side, patiently waiting to see if she was willing to talk now.

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Earth? I think I ended up off-course.

"We all did..." Rattrap commented.

Maximal? Aye, I'm no con lad. The names Landslide.

"Oh, good," the Spy said with relief. Finally things were going the Maximals' way! This guy sure did have a funny accent, though. He almost reminded him of the late great Autobot Kup. But Rattrap didn't complain!

Eat you? Lad, I've smelt things in the tank of a waste treatment plant that are cleaner then you. No offense ofcourse.

"That's the nicest thing anybody's ever said ta me." It was difficult to tell if he was joking or not.

Besides, from the scorch marks and ion odor, you've been in a skirmish recently. That's just not sporting.

"Yeah," Rattrap said with a light chuckle to along with Landslide's laugh as he put his weapon away. "We had a little play-date with the Preds earlier. It kinda surprises me dat they never spotted you. We seem ta keep losin' our pods ta them..." He watched the bigger bot drink the energon and then munch on the tree branch while the rat's upper lip lifted a little bit trying to imagine how bland that probably tasted. But at least he wasn't eating anyone!

I ain't much of a mechanic, but I got some supplies.. if yer friends need repairs or a lift, I'll oblige.

"Yeah, uh, thanks, I think we'll be alright. Listen, Landslide, we're gonna have to take ya back with us anyway. We got a base not far from here and we'll have ta check ya in and meet our leader. After the slag day we've been havin', I think he could use some good news for a change."

Now that hits the spot.. These trees are tasty, but it's like diet food. I'd have ta eat a whole slagging forest before I felt full on these.

"And bring your little buffet along," Rattrap added while he kept watching the giant bug eat.

((OOC: Have Primal speak with Sonar. I'm sure Optimus has been dying to speak with him. I don't know if it's even possible for a Transformer to cry, I don't care if they can't cause it's happening, sue me.))

She knew that he only wanted to help her but it was her paranoia and fear of what they would do if she told them that caused her to hold her tongue.

"You know you can trust me. I would do anything to stop seeing you suffer in fear like this everyday. But none of us can help you if you do not let us in."

The way Saber saw it, by not letting them in she was protecting them from her. But that was a lonely path to walk, not to mention a painful one.

"If you'd rather speak about it with someone else, then please do so just as long as you talk to someone."

Who could anyone possibly understand when I have kulled my own kind in the past? And I know I'll kill again... It's inevitable. I'm a moster... She stopped herself from saying just that.

"Reguardless of your decision, I'm going to have a chat with Sonar. You must understand that I can not let this keep going on the way it is...

Sonar would only twist the truth to his advantage. She wanted to say but didn't.

"It's too dangerous and I... I can't lose any more of this crew."

That was when she felt his hand on her shoulder, that simple touch broke the wall. Next she knew her forehead was pressed again his chest, her shoulders shaking with her barely restained sobbing.

"You're right, I do leave in constant fear but it of what you'll do if I tell you what... I... It did." She said through ragged breaths.

Rattrap went in first as The badger thought the would, being the more diplomatic one of the two of them. He would do the introductions and follow in Optimus' foot steps as was predictable. He transformed and drew his pistol, a wise decisions considering he had no idea what he might face. And judging by the size of the cave it could be a large entity.

The ground was shaking beneath Ironclaw's paws again. Then he saw Rattraps facial expression to that of shock and surprise. A large bot came to the mouth of the cave and looked quite intimidating when compared to Rattrap. Although the rat stood his ground and got on with the talk that needed to take place. As the conversation went on, it seemed this big lump didn't know anything and wasn't a threat at all.

When Rattrap mention badgers name he immediately transformed despite the damage. He stood above, looming over both of them. "He is no soldier, nor Predacon" Ironclaw said dismissively and then moved off the top of cave. He'd also seen that Airazor in the sky which means that Wintersong wasn't carrying her anymore. He looked over to where she was and wondered if she was still mad at him.

OOC: still waiting for Una & Blackrose's replies for the spiders, but figured megs could continue talking to Umbra, and Spineback & Buster when they show up.

NaitoKage wrote: Umbra raised his optic ridge as he received the call from Inferno, then shrugged opening the door and walking inside, turning his comlink off to keep Inferno from interrupting.

I try, my lord. As you've requested, here is your fallen Maximal. he then held Aerostriker's body before Megatron, the torso cut open revealing the empty spark chamber. I hope this is meets your satisfaction. By the time I was able to catch up with Onyx, I regret to say he has already made his way into the Maximal base with defenses at full and it's crew returned, with my damage it would of been a fools task to attempt taking him down then while also risking this prize.

Umbra then spoke up Now, I suppose we can talk about payment, before I go off to stalk our runaway horse. I've been examining a unusual piece of technology in your armory, though I may need to look into having it refitted to be able to wear it.. Perhaps this trinket and having one of your technicians refit could be settled as payment?

"Ah yessss, well done Umbra, so another maximal bites the dust, Primal must be beside himself...Excellent" Megatron said, his face glowing with pride over his victory against that annoying flyer, and the despair Primal would no doubt feel over the loss of yet another of his precious underlings.

Megatron takes Aerostriker's remains from Umbra, admiring his own handiwork, debating whether to make a trophy out of it or simply melt it down for scrap. He was not too pleased about Onyx's successful defection, too many of his own had followed Dinobot's example, he would have to do something about that horse soon, a repeat of the Glowstick incident perhaps...But for now, he was pleased that Primal's ranks had not risen by much at all this day, whereas he had two new recruits to command.

"As for the equine, I suppose it could not have been helped, though I would appreciate it if you could continue the hunt in the near future, can't have him setting a bad example for the rest of my crew, no. As for your choice in payment, it may be acceptable, but what piece of technology did you have in mind exactly?" Megatron questioned, curious about the octomerc's choice of compensation this time, though ready to refuse him if it was something he required for his long term plans, or could potentially be used against him.

Umbra did not appear to harbor desires to usurp his forces like Terrorsaur or Blackarachnia, he was a merc fighting for the highest bidder, but it still paid to err on the side of caution even if someone appeared to pose no immediate threat to one's position, something his own mentor Cryotek failed to learn before it was too little, too late.

Megatron wrote:"Ah yessss, well done Umbra, so another maximal bites the dust, Primal must be beside himself...Excellent"

"As for the equine, I suppose it could not have been helped, though I would appreciate it if you could continue the hunt in the near future, can't have him setting a bad example for the rest of my crew, no. As for your choice in payment, it may be acceptable, but what piece of technology did you have in mind exactly?"

Umbra observed as Megatron took and examined the body. It was wise to bring the body this time, though that might not always be an option, bringing a form of proof would be something he would make a note of, perhaps just carrying back spark chambers or heads.. but for now, that operation was done.

Umbra reached to his leg as a panel on it slid open, where he normally kept spare magazines of ammo or demo charges. He then pulled out what appeared to be a small set of goggles, though there were no lens on the front. A dial was visible on the side, with an array of small black circles along the entire front of the device.

Umbra turned the switch, then held up the goggles towards Megatron as the two lens inside lightup showing a strange monochrome view of the room These appear to be a type of echolocation device, allowing the user emit ultrasonic frequencies from a parametric speaker array and convert reflected soundwaves into a visual medium. It doesn't function as well as Sonar or even the Maximal whale's technology I'd imagine.. but should prevent such an issue as a maximal smokescreen in the future.

(To note, yes these are the goggles Glowstick made for his idea of making some of the Predacons capable of Amphibious ops, these goggles were provided to some of the Predacons during the Clear Convoy episode, however as Megatron wasn't there.. he wouldn't know these even existed, so he may just assume they're normal goggles like Tarantulas's Thermal visor.)

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Rattrap wrote:
"We had a little play-date with the Preds earlier. It kinda surprises me dat they never spotted you. We seem ta keep losin' our pods ta them..." He watched the bigger bot drink the energon and then munch on the tree branch while the rat's upper lip lifted a little bit trying to imagine how bland that probably tasted. But at least he wasn't eating anyone!


"Yeah, uh, thanks, I think we'll be alright. Listen, Landslide, we're gonna have to take ya back with us anyway. We got a base not far from here and we'll have ta check ya in and meet our leader. After the slag day we've been havin', I think he could use some good news for a change." "And bring your little buffet along,"

Ironclaw wrote:"He is no soldier, nor Predacon"

Landslide looked towards Ironclaw as he spoke up, he then hit the switch on his micro refinery, taking the cup out again and drinking again. Aye, I'm no soldier.. but it doesn't mean I don't know how ta use a fire hose either. You get attacked alot when yer part of the support.. The Predacons should consider themselves lucky though.. He put the cup back into micro refinery, then pulled the very dark cube off the top of the machine, putting it away as he stood up eating the cube like an apple Because they don't taste good either..

Quickly finishing the cube, his faceplate slid back up. Turning to the stasis pod he placed the branch inside to prop and keep the Energon cubes from bouncing around, then closed the lid on the pod. Well, lets get going so you can take me to yer leader.. My leader..er.. you get the idea.. he tilted his head for a moment at how the wording sounded, shrugging it off and transformed to his beetle mode, plowing his head horn into the ground under the stasis pod, then lifting up as his back horns came down clamping the pod securely. He transformed to his vehicle mode as his legs folded with sets of wheels under them looking like landing gear, with two main pods with two engines on each side, the top of his shell extending strange long plates wide enough to sit on, though the top of his back was wide enough for even Ironclaw to stand or sit comfortably on.

He spoke up If ya need a lift, climb on.