Optimus Primal wrote:"I find that highly unlikely, Megatron, seeing as you clearly failed to get rid of me with the best opportunity that you could have ever hoped for. You're no better at killing Maximals than at, well, really anything else,"
As much as Megatron's inflated ego hated to admit it, Primal's words stung a little bit. He had indeed thought that his plan was going to work and now, seeing his foe was not only still alive but had even received an upgrade in the process, Megatron's pride had taken a blow.
Well.. if at first you don't succeed..
The original Optimus had also somehow pulled similar stunts, returning from the grave multiple times despite his own namesakes best efforts. Yet in the end even the legendary Optimus Prime had succumb to his destiny. In the near future none of that would matter anymore anyway. Megatron had much greater schemes planned than the single murder of an insignificant Maximal ship captain turned commander.
Primal's presence here, now, was not only a threat but also a humiliation. It was proof that even his most well-developed plans could be thwarted, a fact which Megatron's mind had a hard time to accept. He, much like his namesake, was flawless! Megatron's very name signified that he was the very image of perfection and Primal's reappearance had left a mark on that image. And for that reason Primal would pay.. most dearly.
His troops began intervening. Normally Megatron would have dismissed them, not wanting anyone to take away from his singlehanded victory, but right now they provided a most welcome distraction. Megatron was wounded, not severely but enough to slow his movements a tad and to put him at a slight disadvantage, and he had been involved in the ongoing fight against the Maximals for a long time which had nearly depleted his energy reserves. This one time he would forgive their intrusion since it gave him the advantage he needed to deliver the final blow against his enemy.
With his twin shoulder mounted cannons popping into place, it took him but a moment to adjust his aim at the nearby Maximal leader. It hardly mattered to him if any of his own nearby Predacons got in the way of the incoming blasts.
Taking advantage of the Maximal's distraction, he fired several shots straight at his hapless foe. It may not be an as intricate approach as he generally preferred, but at this point he just wanted the pesky creature wiped off the face of the planet.
"Primal!," Megatron announced, wanting to see the fear in his foe's optics as he died for a second time,
"Be a good Optimus and stay dead!"
Whitegrazer wrote:"I never said it would be easy, Nemesis. It would be hard. There will be people who distrust you. Some wouldn't forgive so easily. I know that."
Nemesis glared as the white mare managed to snag her wrist and attempted to withdraw her arm. Unfortunately Whitegrazer's grip was strong enough to withstand it, leaving Nemesis with little option when the by now all too familiar pulling sensation of the arm sent her crashing into the ground once more. Shaking her head to get the feathers out of her face, the black and red female could not help noticing that the steel grip on her arm remained. Resisting the initial urge to move, Nemesis waited impatiently for the release of her arm to occur.
Whitegrazer wrote:"Wounds take a long time to heal, but eventually, they will. All I am saying is give us a chance. Give yourself a chance. I have just opened the door for you. You and only you can choose to walk through it."
"If you don't take it now, I will still, and always, keep it open."
Oh spare me the banter.
Nemesis was so tempted to say the words out loud but managed to refrain from doing so.
After a brief moment of silence while she merely stared up at the other female, waiting for her to either finish her lecture or to release the grip on her arm, Nemesis came to the conclusion that Whitegrazer had paused to give her a chance to speak up. She took a few seconds to contemplate the words, as if actually considering them, before responding.
"Whatever happened to the chain of command? In the end only the commander is allowed to make decisions such as that and from the look of it, Optimus is very much so still alive."
She shifted her gaze ever so briefly over at the figure in the distance, currently engaged in combat with Megatron and a few others, before her optics flashed as she once more turned her attention to the other female.
Unless this particular Maximal held a great deal of influence on the superior officer.. It was certainly a possibility worth considering.
Opening and closing the digits on her stuck hand a couple of times, already having tested the other femme's grip by attempting to pull the arm back once more, Nemesis decided to use a more direct approach. In a very sudden move, she tossed herself backwards in a flip. If she was lucky, the other female would get caught by surprise and get launched by the movement, and even if she didn't she would be forced to release her grip. On the downside her own wrist was not designed to bend that far backwards and the additional stress on the wrist caused the metal to bend to the point of dislocating the entire joint.
Landing on her feet, Nemesis could not hold back the agonizing look of pain as she grabbed the now limply hanging limb with her remaining hand. Although still attached, the wounded limb was now merely hanging motionless at an all-telling angle. The avian female did not offer it a second glance.
"You forgot one important factor in your attempt to persuade me to join your cause, Maximal,"
Nemesis responded as her nanites began repairing the wounded hand,
"You never gave me a reason to do so. You see.. I have no intention of spending the rest of my life locked up in a cell and you cannot even offer me a guarantee that won't happen. So what incentive do you have to offer?"
As she spoke the final words, she also raised her hand that had been wounded but was now fully functional once again which brought a smile back to her face.
"You also failed to consider that perhaps I like what I am and what I do.. Perhaps I enjoyed seeing the look of terror in your friends' faces just before I extinguished their sparks?"
Her voice had once again taken a threatening, almost menacing, tone. It was a game to her, pushing her foes to see what kind of reactions she could get. An enraged or saddened foe was also much more likely to make mistakes.
"Maybe I love the desperate pleas of my victims and I get a thrill from the act of making them suffer before I deliver the final blow? You offer me redemption without even considering what your friends had to endure during those last few moments..? I bet they would love to hear your words right now, how easily you dismiss their torment by offering a sanctuary to the one who killed them."
As she spoke, she also pulled out her own sword and swirled it around in her newly repaired hand a few times.
"Now then..," Nemesis said as she eyed Whitegrazer icily,
"Let's test how deep your offer truly runs, shall we?"
In the next moment, flames suddenly shot out of the sword and Nemesis launched forward, prepared to slice the Maximal in half at the waistline.
(ooc:
(hm.. as someone who has been around the Nemesis character for a long time (Since 2000), I do have to say.. it's very unlikely Nemesis can get "redemption" or atleast as much as Megatron can, even before the Nanomachines she was exactly the same. The only instance otherwise was around Warwulf.. who acts exactly like Silverbolt. So for all likelyhood, Nem will probably wreck havoc.. specially since even if she becomes friendly with the Maximals, back on Cybertron just like Dinobot she's just a war criminal. That's my 2 cents on it anyway. )
Well.. I don't necessarily think it was the character Warwulf that got on Nemesis' good side. I think the issue was that this happened early on in my relationship with Warwulf's player and sparks were literally flying all over the place and it just made role playing extremely difficult.)
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, for however long ya wish to before tossing him aside of course in favor of Megs 
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