Blackrose wrote:
"Arachnitron, this is Tarantulas, if you still function, escort yourself off the battlefield & initiate internal repairs before any maximals approach you, I am currently engaged in battle, but will seek you out if either of us survives this mess, you can explain yourself then. Over and out.
That is what Tarantulas said to Arachnitron, but that's not what Arachnitron heard. With her audio sensors malfunctioning, the only thing Arachnitron was able to hear was:
"Arachnitron, this is Tarantulas........internal repairs......explain yourself....."
The pain was more debilitating than it has ever been before. Perhaps the inhibitor chip made things more intense or perhaps the fact that Optimus was in danger made the Maximal that much more desperate to take over the body to protect her faction's leader. Whatever the reason, Arachnitron was doubled over in pain almost in tears.
"Can.....not....see....," Arachnitron felt the need to explain over the comm link to Tarantulas.
She did understand his meaning even though she only heard probably less than half of what he said to her. She was jeopardizing the battle against Optimus...whether she agreed with it or not, she was getting in the way.
"Come get me.....as quick as you can....please!" Arachnitron pleaded over the comms to Tarantulas. The pain was unbearable.
Arachnitron knew that she had to still be facing the battle, so she turned around to head in the opposite direction. She needed to get as far away from the battle as she could. She got up and stumbled off towards the forest.
She flew through the forest away from the battle tripping over rocks and tree roots all the while. She had, indeed, run away from the battle, but she was no where near the direction of the Darksyde, the Predacon base.
"Stop running, Hybrid," the Maximal programming begged in her head. "Let me help you. Don't you understand? You need me. I can see and hear. You can't! Stop and let me help you."
But the Hybrid didn't understand and could only really hear half of what was being said. She ran headlong into the forest without really knowing where she was going. Her body was severely overheated and her computer kept spouting warnings about this to her, but her audio sensors were completely non-functional. She ran until she couldn't run anymore, fear overtaking her and her body finally exhausting itself. She fell to the ground to catch her breath still groaning and crying out in pain, but lying on the floor of the forest. Her chest heaving with the strain of keeping her body heat to a normal level.
"Computer....begin....internal.....repairs....."
It had been quite some time before she was finally able to choke out her command to her internal computer, but....was it too late to initiate repairs?
Tarantulas would have rolled his optics if he could as he heard Arachnitron's pitiful pleas for help over the garbled comlink, as well as her claims of impaired vision. The chip's degradation was worse than he'd originally surmised if she was losing control of her senses, possibly to one of the other personalities vying for control within herself. If it was the predacon seizing control, she may attack him on sight, and if it were the maximal, she may, again, attack him on sight before going on to aid the other maximals. It really didn't matter either way, Tarantulas could not be bothered to play nurse maid to a lunatic in the middle of a battle that could bring the Beast Wars to a close, and approaching her could be hazardous to his own health if one of her other selves managed to attain complete control. He watched as she ran away into the woods out of sight of both maximal and predacon alike, a most acceptable outcome for the time being, she likely wouldn't be able to get far and would likely slip into stasis lock before long as her other selves damaged her internals over their struggle dominance.
He would pick her up later, or send someone else amongst the predacon ranks who'd serve him for a bribe, but only if her continued existence proved necessary in the long run depending on how this battle panned out and the use of an easily manipulated underling remained advantageous to him.
"
You're on your own my dear" Tarantulas murmured to himself in regards to Arachnitron's pleads, "
Your master has better things to do right now"
True enough, he ignored Arachnitron's distress message and instead observed the duel between Primal and Terrorsaur in the skies above, gun charged and ready, waiting for the right moment to shoot Primal out of the sky should the transmetal pterodactyl fail...Not that Tarantulas cared for Terrorsaur's safety, he just didn't want to give Primal any help by accidentally shooting a fellow predacon in the midst of trying to slag him...Unless of course he could shoot them both without fear of Primal escaping.
OOP wrote: "The way I see it, Terrorsaur, is that you, Megatron and every other Predacon with a TransMetal upgrade should be thanking me for it," Optimus taunted him with a smile. Nothing like making a Predacon like Terrorsaur realize that he only received that new body thanks to a selfless and compassionate Maximal sacrificing himself. "And for saving your lives! You're welcome," he added with a dash of sarcasm. He wasn't trying to be cocky, rather he was far more confident in himself by this point for everything the Predacons and the Vok had put him through. But if he kept up the show, it just might catch some of these truly over-confident Predacons off guard. Optimus was not the same Maximal he was before anymore. Death inevitably changes a bot in several ways. The scientist he once was when this all began was now riding shotgun while the leader of war that he had been forced to accept was now in the driver's seat.
Now then, allow me to show you why apes were never meant to fly!"
Seeing Terrorsaur's blades barreling down on him, Optimus immediately rolled to the left and deliberately put them both upside down in an attempt to distract the malicious bird and make him find his own balance again before he could finish his attack, buying himself just enough time to defend himself before being shredded. Quickly reaching behind his back, Primal pulled off his duel clubs, using one to block one of Terry's blades and the other to try and back-swing into his other arm with as much force as possible, still flying upside down in the air.
Terrorsaur ignored Primal's infuriating taunts about him and the others owing Primal for their new transmetal forms, he owed nothing to no dirty maximal, least of all him! And besides, he was too busy enjoying the thought of killing Primal himself and proving once and for all that not only was he King of the Air, but that he was also the one true leader of the predacons! For surely there could be no one more qualified to lead the predacons than he who slew the leader of the maximals? Between Primal's obnoxious words and the promise of greater glory for himself, Terrorsaur's desire to slag him grew more and more by the second.
Unfortunately, the ape still had some tricks up his sleeves, much to Terrorsaur's displeasure, for not only had he flipped them upside down, but he even managed to block one of his swords with one of two clubs that he apparently still had access to even in beast mode! The second club coming in to nail his other arm, Terrorsaur barely managing to block the mighty blow with his second blade, which stung but held, though now they were in stalemate and, again, flying upside down. However, as Terrorsaur strained his servos pushing his blades against Primal's clubs, a thought occurred to him as he glared into Primal's violet eyes with pure malice on his face, a deliciously devious that turned his frown upside down, a smile full of teeth and evil intent. He then fired his own thrusters to send Optimus and himself into a spiral, hopefully throwing the ape off balance as he tightened his grip on his blades and continued to block Primal's clubs with as much strength as he could muster, the idea being to keep the mammal from using his melee weapons for as long as possible.
"
You think you're such a clever monkey, don't you Primal? With your "back from the dead" routine & fancy new tricks, but the truth is you came all this way from The Pit just to go up in flames again! Heheheheheh!" Terrorsaur proclaimed with evil glee, his eyes blazing with destructive energies as he charged his optic beams to fire straight into the face of Optimus Primal, the image of blowing the monkey's brains out the back of his own head making his spark soar with malevolent merriment as he forced Primal right where he wanted him.
OOC: No worries Arachnitron, have a good vacation and thanks for spelling things out for us, and thanks for the offer Naitokage, I may take ya up on it later.
TyCross. ))
, great job to you too 
, and don't worry, Tarantulas won't disappoint, Hehehehehehehahahaha! 
Hm.. guess I'll make some use of Stag. ) 
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