Okay, so here I am again with Audition 2 and I'm going out of order to try Terrorsaur! Wewt, lurv that guy. :3 I don't write him much, even though I enjoy it, so I hope I do him some justice. n_n
Here we go!
:tries to channel:
Terrorsaur Audition by Dalgaroth, obviously, lol (<---Just realized how redundant that was to say that. xD)
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"...
Predacons, with one man down and two nature lovers defending the local wildlife as backup, and the
rest of the team a click away still, you'd THINK our glorious,
fearless leader would get it through his thick noggin that flyin' out from behind cover in the middle of a
heated battle is NOT a good idea!" Rattrap ranted, crouching just under a large and, thankfully, thick boulder.
Optimus kneeled just next to him, aiming intensely before firing an arm cannon. He hit Waspinator and the mech practially disintegrated, moaning about life and injustice. The Maximal leader shook his head and retreated behind the rock as the signature thumping barrage of bullets from one of the spiders streaked through the air.
"One flyer down, one to go, Rattrap, and that one is nowhere in sight. He could be anywhere!"
"That's no reason to go flyin' into oncoming, deadly, fast, hot, and
piercing traffic, Boss Monkey!"
"Dinobot's life is on the line, Rattrap. We need to get him to the Recovery Chamber
now. I know this isn't the best decision, but we're outnumbered and, right now, the flyers are the main threat! Not only to us or to Dinobot, but he could very well be reprogramming the stasis pod
as we speak!" Primal explained quickly. As he did so, Rattrap's face changed from shock to worry to resentful acceptance. The rat peeked out from behind cover to see Airazor strangling BlackArachnia who'd discovered the hawk's hideout. Obviously, Airazor couldn't fly out to save the pod and then Dinobot was...
"Ahhh,
slaaaag, why does that Saurian always manage to get himself blown up!?" he groaned, but he noticed Optimus looking at him expectantly.
"Fine! Fine! Blast off and get yourself shot! But hurry!"
Optimus half smiled gratefully.
"Can you hold down the fort here?"
"
Yeaahh," he whined, "but GO already, for bootin' up cold! You're takin' too long! He could
be there already!"
Optimus nodded and fired back into the fray. Rattrap took out a second pistol and, after careful aim that truly came from his desperation, got a double headshot on the spiders.
"
YES! HAHAAA!"
Optimus took his chance as the laserfire calmed and took off. He circled around the scene to see Tigatron and Airazor now fending a raging Inferno off and BlackArachnia getting back up. He fired a missile in her direction but couldn't stick around much longer. He needed to get to the pod!
Increasing his jet's force, he blasted forward, optics scanning the ground and the air, but his mind was mostly focused on his missing comrade somewhere in the forest below.
Bad mistake.
"Terrorsaur
TERRORIZE!"
The screech reached him too late and the red flyer crashed into his back, feet first. Optimus felt a blast hit his jet and something else dislodge and catch fire. He fell into a spinning crash with a yell.
Terrorsaur lifted himself back into the air with a triumphant smirk and a loud laugh.
Megatron had been right! Keep out of the battle altogether and the monkey would come to HIM! Ha! Was Optimus predictatable or what!?
The pterosaur moved on from the ape's crash site and sought for the stasis pod. It had been smoking in the distance before but now there wasn't a trace of it location from the air. He knew it had to be here though. He checked his coordinates and circled, but soon, at a certain angle, he was able to see where trees were burned and the ground scorched. He closed in on it and he could soon make out a silver sheen from the dirt.
"There you are..." he muttered as he landed lightly on the grass. He stepped forward and placed a hand on the controls.
He wasn't a master programmer but Megatron had them all trained to reprogram these things by now. He activated a switch and instead of the computer blinking to life, the scanner popped out.
"Wait!" he squawked. His fingers sped over the keypad to stop the scanner, and luckily, for him, the program paused and went dormant. It already had scanned a couple life forms, however. "Slag!"
Terrorsaur straightened and looked around, then decided he could still try to remedy the situation. He snapped off the scanner and opened a panel next to the controls to pull out the Maximal chip. He did so and fished inside subspace to find the - what was that? A beacon? Oh yeah, he'd used it to trick Waspinator into eating a yellow jacket this morning. One could trick that bug into anything if one used something shiny. Heh. - Predacon chip. He looked it over, remembering that Tarantulas had made it. Was that wise? To put something that spider made into a potential Predacon?
He heard leaves rustle behind him and he shot up straight, aiming his gun into the forest. His optics scanned the trees but he didn't see anything. Weird.
He relaxed slightly before turning back to the pod. A sly smirk broke out on his face. Meh, if Megatron said to put something untrustworthy into the Maximal pod, then it was Megatron who would have to deal with the consequences! Hahaha!
He reached forward with a steady hand to place the chip into the wiring, but a loud shout broke his concentration.
Wait, that sounded like -
A roar and Terrorsaur was flipped over the pod and onto his face. He scrambled to right himself and was faced with an angry ape.
"You!!?" he screeched, standing.
Optimus transformed and Terrorsaur the short pause as his chance to dart into the air. Optimus glanced at the pod, not wanting to leave it unguarded, but was soon into the air after the Predacon.
Terrorsaur swept along among the trees, swooping low to avoid arching branches. Optimus was right on his tail, a small trail of smoke trailing behind him. The Predacon growled in frustration - he thought he'd gotten RID of him! A missile flew by - way to close - and exploded just to his right. Terrorsaur dodged but continued a wide arc as he weaved around trunks and vines.
A few close calls later, he could see the crash site and he chuckled. Something in the air shifted and, somehow, he could just tell without looking that Optimus had realized what happened. With a grin, Terrorsaur locked his targeting system on the pod as his shoulder cannons slid into place and glowed to life.
He fired.
"Say good night, Maximal! Haaahahahahaha!"
But as he heard the explosion, he also felt it - or rather, his own. Optimus had fired at the same time he had and, this time, he didn't miss.
As Optimus landed to assess to damage to the pod, a limp apparent in his concerned amble, Terrorsaur spiraled out of control into a hidden cliff face, knocked out cold on impact.
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:Later at Predacon Base:
Terrorsaur onlined again to the dull glow of the inside of the Recovery Chamber feeling whole, but achy. The platform's gears ground, then hummed, as it lifted him out of the nanite liquid. Once it stopped and he regained some sense of balance, hee moaned and lifted himself to his feet.
"Ah, he finally awakens," came the soft baritone of Megatron's voice.
Terrorsaur almost froze as he realized he hadn't quite completed his very important mission. Glancing at the exit, he realized it was still open, as if Megatron had just come in. It was also an escape but that wouldn't do him much good...Cautiously, he lifted his head to meet Megatron's gaze and he tried not to fidget. The mech in front of him had his Poker face on, which was always unnerving.
"You did well, Terrorsaur," came the unexpected compliment. It sounded like he meant it. The flyer nearly blanched and went to say something but stuttered. Megatron, however, continued, unreadable expression still in place. "You not only managed to damage Optimus, you actually effectively lead a sizeable team into battle, employed an excellent tactical move and executed it with precision, kept your wits about you when you were taken by surprise, and kept a valuable stasis pod, and implied protoform, out of Maximal - "
He paused for a fraction of a moment as he swiftly lifted his arm and took the red flyer's head into his massive T-Rex jaws.
" -
and Predacon hands.
DO NOT. FAIL ME. AGAIN!"
With that, the purple mech dropped his subordinate and stormed out of the room, his heavy footfall echoing off the walls.
Terrorsaur picked himself up, again, and stared resentfully at the door for a moment before the look was interrupted by a wide, proud smile. He'd done well, whether Megatron
really thought so or not. In fact, he'd ROCKED, and Terrorsaur was immensely pleased.
Aching joints still recovering and recalibratinglv, he tottered off to his quarters. Along the way, he spotted Waspinator, who was holding something in his hand and giggling to himself.
"Hey, Waspinator. Whatcha got there?"
THe green bot jumped and clamped his hands around something, a "You Caught Me" expression all over his faceplates.
"Well, what
is it?" Terrorsaur asked again, raising an optic ridge.
Waspinator's wing drooped a little and he opened his hands to reveal the yellow jacket Terrorsaur had conned him into eating earlier that day.
"Is that- you
tricked me?"
Waspinator nodded. He really hadn't wanted to eat it...
But Terrorsaur was once again slowly smirking.
"You sneaky fragger! You didn't eat it after all!?"
Waspinator giggled again, returning to normal and going back to playing with it. Or at least he thought he was playing with it. Terrorsaur could clearly see the thing was doing it's darn best to stab the massive green hands that held it - to no avail. Brushing it off and still feeling amused, he continued to his quarters where he simply fell over onto his berth and dropped into recharge.
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/end Terrorsaur Audition :3!
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The same goes for season three.