Steelclaw wrote: “No, no, no. See, this is a rescue mission, not a hostage-taking one. I’m not trying to take you or Frilla anywhere you don’t want to go. On that note- please, Snow Trix- let Frilla go. I understand the strategic advantage of having a Maximal prisoner in this situation, but even pragmatically speaking, it’s just too much of a risk right now while we’re trying to get someone free.
Arachnitron looked over at Frilla confused. Wait, what? They weren't taking hostages? Who the slag ever heard of a Predacon NOT taking hostages?
The one he called Snow Trix did as she was told. Frilla was free.
Steelclaw wrote: “But Frilla, there is something I’m going to have to… well, ‘demand’ is the proper word. See, we’ve also come for Nemesis, and the thing is, the longer you guys drag this out, the more repairing you’re all gonna have to on the ship by the time we’ve left.
Arachnitron was about to reply when Frilla responded first.
Frilla wrote: "You can shove it up your tailpipe Steelclaw, I do appreciate not being taking prisoner but Nemesis will stay in the brig until Optimus says otherwise and I suggest you leave now. Look we're not forcing Arachnitron to stay here, she is welcomed to choose either side or go it alone so a rescue mission seems pointless besides trying to get Nemesis, now as I said leave."
Arachnitron didn't confirm or deny this. Everyone kept saying she could choose where she wanted to go, but then why was everyone content to fight over her? This was all very overwhelming for her Maximal and Hybrid personalities, but the Predacon didn't give much regard to allegiances, friends, comrades, or "belonging."
Steelclaw wrote: “Look- no shedding mech fluid, no hurting old friends. Just call off whoever’s guarding Nemesis, open her cell and let her walk out of here.”
As Steelclaw made his demands, the lift behind Frilla and Arachnitron activated. Another Predacon walked onto the base.
Steelclaw wrote: “Sonar, we could use you right now. Would you mind heading off to Nemesis’ cell and make sure she leaves unhindered? Frilla, the rest is up to you.”
Sonar wrote: "Yeah I can do that. You really need to stop acting like a Maximal and start acting like a PRedacon, Steelclaw. Shedding mech blood is always a plus during raids."
"So... now if you excuse me. I'm going to rescue our dear Nemesis."
Arachnitron shifted her body slightly so that she was standing between Steelclaw and Sonar, but her back wasn't turned to either. But while she felt brave and in control, she had no idea how wrong she was about to be.
"If you think you're just going to waltz out of here with Nemesis unchallenged, you're crazier than I am," she said simply.
She reached around for her energon pistol to fire on the Preds, but the agonizing pain of the Predacon regaining control stopped her movement. She groaned and grabbed her side. When she straightened up, her optics glowed red.
The Predacon gazed around the bridge in astonishment. She was surprised to see absolutely no weapons drawn. She had had just about enough of conversational Predacons for the day. She rolled her optics in annoyance. "It's shoot first then ask questions!" she snapped pulling out her cybervenom gun. She aimed it at Frilla's chest plate.
She turned her attention to Steelclaw. "And what's this rescue mission, no hostages slag? Take the Maximal, leave the flier and let's blow this joint sky high! What kind of Predacons are you?!" she sassed.
OOC: Sorry, Frilla!

I was going to have her just storm off towards the lift, but I couldn't resist having her interact with the preds...and I just love seeing Icebreaker's reactions to her outbursts!!
