The Intergalactic Highway

((Was waiting for Alak. Sorry peeps.))

"WAIT! Don't listen to them!" "They are trying to deceive you. You are a Maximal... like me. Come with me. Let me lead you to safety."

Ahaa...the maximals are already here. How interesting.

"That lovely lady there is even gonna feed me!"

That made Starshadow laughed. This mission is just going to be easy as she thought it would be if the furry creature is on the Predacon's side, "Awww Nemesis, isn't he the most adorable thing? Just like a big sparkling." she smiled at the giant avian. There were a few more familiar scents she picked up in the wind. One of it was not pleasant to the nose.

"You Preds need help with somethin'?"

That little rat...it's payback time, "Why yes little mousey~ would you be a good little squeak toy and stand there to be my target practice?"

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((Cece, why you such a princess...?))

"Then perhaps I can give you a ride Cecealia. You'll avoid the mud and in trouble comes our way from any sink holes you have less chance of getting stuck and messing up your armor."

"Awww thanks horsi-" there was a moment of silence when Onyx was distracted by something else and it was coming from above.

"I'll see where the flea bitten cat is headed, can't have the Maximals knowing there's more of us." He said before looking back, "You two meet up with Megatron and Terrorsaur, if he's heading elsewhere I'll be back shortly."

Understood, radio if you require assistance.

Cecaelia didn't expect Umbra to give her a ride though, he kind of reminds her of Glowstick. That nice mech...unlike the flying rat and the battery cat..She snapped out of her thoughts when Umbra said something.

Cecaelia, enemy flier above.. please take him out.

"Oh uhh...okay!" four of her tentacles on her back transformed into her buster gattling and the little femme aimed the barrels at the gold Maximal. When she realized that the bird had taken his first shot, her tentacles came forward and acted as a shield for her and her partner. It hurts and that was why she was about to return the favor.

"HEEEEEEEERRRREEEEEEE BIRDY BIRDY BIRDY!!!! SING A SONG OF YOUR PAIN FOR ME!!" and with that, she started firing her gattling.

"WAIT! Don't listen to them!" Silverbolt interjected, hoping to interrupt before it was too late. "They are trying to deceive you. You are a Maximal... like me. Come with me. Let me lead you to safety."

Silverbolt showed up out of nowhere to try and steal the maximal away from the predicons. It wasn't going to be as easy as Manterror thought... which actually is a good thing! He was starting to get a little bit bored.

"You Preds need help with somethin'?"

Manterror rolled his eyes as the rest of them showed up. He figured he might as well keep up the mascaraed of trying to deceive the new protoform. He seemed to be siding with them for the moment, maybe he will keep it up.

"Oh no! The EVIL maximal's have come!! The mantis shouted, hoping to upset their enemy and keep Buster on the preds side. "Don't worry Mr.Poop Spitting beast thing" He continued, still with some of Busters spit on his face. "We will protect you!" He finished and rushed headlong towards Silverbolt, swinging his saw blades around wildly in his general direction.

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"Airazor, stay right where you are until I need you. Be our eyes in the sky and watch our backs."

Airazor sighed and kept airborne. She kept her eyes on the battlefield while still making sure more of the predicon's didn't show up uninvited. She was mildly disappointed that she wasn't going to be part of the battle, but also relieved at the same time. She was sick of being slagged!

OOC: Sorry guys. I was waiting for Una to write for Blackarachnia, but she snuck a post in while I was busy during the week and I didn't notice it at first.

Anyway, I've posted for Inferno and hopefully will get a post in for Dinobot and Arachnitron tomorrow, but I was holding the most amount of people up with Inferno. So here it is.

BIC:

Inferno, like most of the other Predacons present, noticed that the new recruit was.....a mammal. It wasn't compltely unheard of since some of the crew were part mammal, but most were reptilian or arachnid....or insect like himself! But this new troop was entirely mammal and he seemed a bit confused. He was hungry and didn't know where to find food to sustain his new body.

Before Inferno could even decide if this new, furry creature were even worth the Royalty's time, Nemesis spoke up and invited the animal over.

"We've come to help you. We have energon available....if you're hungry?"

Buster's eyes could not get any wider.

"YESSSSS!!!!"

Well, that was, by far the easiest recruitment assignment ever! Now that the furry new comer was one of them, he motioned them to follow him and return to base. But Nemesis wasn't finished.

"Allow me to introduce our merry little band. They call me Nemesis. This is Inferno; sub-commander and team leader."

Inferno grinned proudly when Nemesis mentioned he was the team leader. But he wasn't allowed much time to enjoy his moment of pride as Starshadow interrupted the introductions.

"We can skip the introductions for later, Nemesis. The sooner we get back to base, the sooner we can do our own things. The Maximals will be here any moment."

"Yes...." Inferno agreed. "And we must return to the Royalty at once and report of our sucess!" he informed them. He motioned for them to follow him again and yet again Nemesis took charge.

"I sincerely hope so. Now why don't you check the perimeter in the meanwhile to make sure the Maximals have not already arrived."

Inferno sighed. "We are wasting time!" Inferno protested.

Suddenly, before he could enact his authority on the female Predacon, someone interrupted and it wasn't any of the Predacons present.

"WAIT! Don't listen to them! They are trying to deceive you. You are a Maximal... like me. Come with me. Let me lead you to safety. WAIT! Don't listen to them! They are trying to deceive you. You are a Maximal... like me. Come with me. Let me lead you to safety."

Inferno pulled out his weapon and brandished it at the intruder. "Back off, traitor!" Inferno shouted. "He has already decided to come with us!"

He wasn't sure if the traitor heard him, though, since Manterror had raced off after the bird dog.

"You Preds need help with somethin'?" asked Rattrap, implying that they should back off.

Inferno turned his weapon to the rat, but did not respond to the rat's comment leaving Starshadow that pleasure.

"Uh...I'm not sure what you're talking about with this whole Maximal racial thing. Last time I checked, I'm supposed to be a llama. I could be wrong, my pod fell head first on the ground, but I don't see what the fuss is all about."

"That lovely lady there is even gonna feed me!"

"Can't we all be friends and get drunk off energon together? I thought that's how things were done back home?"

Inferno looked at the strange animal's response and chuckled at his naivety. "That's not how we do things here. We settle our arguments with some good, old-fashioned......." he paused for affect. "Inferno!!!" he showed off his flame thrower weapon, but surprisingly enough he did not use it. He, instead, laughed manically in the faces of the enemy! There would be time enough to burn later!

EDITED: Just added a sentence or two after realizing I skipped over a few minor details.

Frilla chuckled at the young femme's responses, trying to imagine what'd be like to have both Rattrap and Sonar nearby enough with their usual stench and shuddered slightly at that thought. "I agree with you on that, not a pleasant image." She said with a smile, before glancing back at the monitor. As fun as this moment was it still was bothering Frilla no other Predacons showed up, even the likes of Starshadow she would have usually expected that feline to never be far behind the rat with wings when she usually liked to annoy him to no end. At the same time she was relieved, this meant that the rest of the Preds were likely distracted with other tasks by Megatron. "To be honest, I'm glad it's only Sonar we're dealing with and not even more Predacons." She admitted.

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Feralnight had ducked behind a tree, trying to stay in cover with the hopes the Predacons wouldn't notice them. That was backfired when Cheetor warned he had been found by the Predacons and so had Aerostriker, making growl a bit as their cover was blown, even by Megatron. The on coming fire from Megatron, and likely their new comer, made the fuzor growl as she stayed behind the tree for cover but quickly had to move as it began to topple over from the continued fire power, "So you Preds found us, doesn't mean you'll take us down."She growled as she transformed to robot mode only for her eyes to widen as she noticed the heat seeking missiles launched by Terrorsaur, two of them to be exact and far too close to dodge.

Glancing sideways to where Silverstreak had been she quickly activated her Plasma Cannons behind her shoulders and fired upon the two missiles, trying to stop them and protect her younger teammate. She knew the risk to follow however as they fuzor howled as she was blasted back by the force of the explosion and hit a tree, sliding down it to the roots that left her disoriented and back aching, "Ugh, that's going to leave a mark or two." She muttered, trying to quickly regain her wits but was the world seemed to spin around her.

Wintersong felt the transmetal's badger run down her back again, making her give the mech a quick side glance in acknowledgement but it seemed their cover was blown by Silverbolt which made her sigh slightly, "So much for a covert attempt." She muttered before nodding at Rattrap as she went around towards the Predacons' right hoping Ironclaw could cover the left since they really needed to branch out if there was an attack. But as she drew closer to the group from behind she overheard Buster which made her think he wasn't yet aware that this was a war or had yet to say what side he was on. "We can't seem to work together because we're in a war new guy, and you've just been thrown right in the middle of it."Wintersong spoke up, quickly moving forward when Manterror made a lung towards SIlverbolt and Inferno began to wave around that accursed flamethrower.

"Which for once, the ant actually said something smart...kinda." Wintersong then growled, "Maximize," Transforming to robot mode she grabbed her tail whip and glared at the Predacons, her battle mask already in place. "Why don't you Preds scurry off somewhere, think we can take things from here." She said curtly, not yet attacking outright like she would have in the past but at this moment they may not have much choice when Manterror made the first attack.

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"If that is the case, we have some Maximals to send to the scrap yard," Spineback said as she turned to face the direction of the Maixmals as she noticed more shots off towards the water, making her guess at least three were there. At the most four, but who knew if there were others there hiding and waiting to attack. Turning towards the ones that had been hiding in the foliage the dinosaur femme raised her arm as a weapon popped up from inside the armor, revealing her Plasma Sphere Shooter that had served her well in the last war, "Wonder how the Maximals like the taste of plasma." She said before she began firing alongside Megatron, watching as the fuzor left her cover and risked being blasted by the heat seeking missiles and only was forced back by the explosion of the collision with her attacks and the missiles.

For now her attention went to the other Maximal she was detecting, focusing her fire power upon the bushes where the fox was supposedly hiding, "Feels good to be back on the battle field," She said with a slight grin, finally having a feeling her boredom she had been facing for years now since the Pax Cybertronia was coming to an end for a long while. And it was nice to finally find a Predacon willing to do something against the Maximals, the bots who had proven to be no better than their Autobot ancestors in trying to keep them as second class citizens or caring little of what they had to suffer through.

"Yes...." Inferno agreed. "And we must return to the Royalty at once and report of our sucess!"

Inferno sighed. "We are wasting time!"

The ant's shortsightedness was amusing. There were times promises of a treat worked better than mere threats and she was certainly not above taking advantage of such simple-minded fools should the chance appear. It was certainly a better option than carrying the foul creature back to base. Whether or not the Maximals were about to arrive were of precious little concern to her.

"WAIT! Don't listen to them!" Silverbolt interjected, hoping to interrupt before it was too late. "They are trying to deceive you. You are a Maximal... like me. Come with me. Let me lead you to safety."

Nemesis' amusement only grew as the winged Maximal came swooping in, right on cue to confirm the Maximal presence.

Such silly noble heroics, she thought, deciding against intervening when she saw Manterror launch an attack of his own against the intruder. She highly doubted the Maximals would have sent only a single soldier, a fact she got confirmed mere seconds later when a small horde of them appeared in the distance in an attempt to defend their team mate.

Buster wrote: "I'm not sure what you're talking about with this whole Maximal racial thing. Last time I checked, I'm supposed to be a llama. I could be wrong, my pod fell head first on the ground, but I don't see what the fuss is all about."

"That lovely lady there is even gonna feed me!"

"Can't we all be friends and get drunk of energon together? I thought that's how things were done back home?"

Starshadow wrote:"Awww Nemesis, isn't he the most adorable thing? Just like a big sparkling."

Fortunately she had turned away in order to watch each of her approaching foes in turn, in no apparent hurry to single out any of them for her own attack. Nemesis did not discriminate. She hated all of them the same.

If she had still been facing him, the furry mammal would no doubt have seen the rolling eye movement she made upon hearing his and Starshadow's words.

A smile widened on her face as she tilted her head and crossed her arms, watching as her fellow Predacons moved in for the kill. Only one of the Maximals had been foolish enough to come out into the open while three others remained partially hidden by a hill. She could see them moving and was able to identify the rat along with a female and a larger, silent male who lingered in the background. Deciding to flush them out, the avian female pulled out her assault rifle and began shooting round after round at them.

Wintersong wrote:"Why don't you Preds scurry off somewhere, think we can take things from here."

"Finders keepers, losers..well..," she responded as she got Wintersong in her sights.

Silverbolt realized that the events were bringing the tensions to a near breaking point. Though nobody had drawn any blood, the situation would not remain that way for long... and somebody -- okay, a Predacon -- was going going to start shooting. Manterror was charging his way, Inferno was menacing with his flamethrower, and Nemesis was taking aim at one of his other comrades that he could not see. He understood now how it was that Rattrap could have such trust and faith in his fellow Maximals; he felt that way now. That no matter what, his teammates would have his back. Though, he knew that no matter how this new arrival chose, the outcome would result in gunfire.

Silverbolt thought fast, realizing he would not be able to make a prolonged speech with Manterror bearing down upon him.

"The choice is yours, my friend." Silverbolt responded while extending his wings as if to block his view of Manterror and provide himself with a little cover. "Do you really want to spend your life in battle? Come with us and spend your days in peace on Cybertron."

Buster began feeling uneasy at the sight of so many individuals arriving all of a sudden. Granted, it did make him feel special knowing that they came just for him, but the fact that guns were being drawn put him on edge.

Silverbolt wrote:"The choice is yours, my friend."
"Do you really want to spend your life in battle? Come with us and spend your days in peace on Cybertron."

"Uh... Cybertron, right. I guess that's why you're stranded on this rock with the rest of us, bro."

He was initially unaware of any tensions between Maximals and Predacons. The last time he checked, it was just a label to put on a job application form. Buster honestly had no idea what faction he belonged to, and he distinctly recalled writing down one or the other just to see if either label would help him pay the bills. However, if there was a distinction he could make, Buster knew the difference between winners and losers. Right now, there were two teams aiming to recruit him. Only one of them had its weapons drawn. The second Nemesis began firing off shots over the hill, Buster knew what team he would join.

"If I'm gonna be stuck here, I might as well be well fed."

With that, the llama finally transformed. Pulling out his side-arm, the Predacon recruit aimed his weapon at Silverbolt and grinned.

"Nothing personal."

He fired.


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Orcariner leaned back in his massive desk chair as he tapped the arrow key on his pad. The holographic images of flight mechanics passed by with his key stroke. The Maximal tried his best to retain all of this information, but he knew that without actual practice, the information would not be all that useful to him. Sighing, he closed the document and stared at the empty monitor. Several minutes went by as the orca sat in silence, pondering what to do next. He could go outside and try flying around, but truth be told Orcainer was not in the mood. Optimus wanted to keep him rested, especially after enduring so much physical trauma in the last battle, and so Orcariner was grounded from any of the current missions.

His leader's words echoed in his mind, and the giant could feel a tight knot within his spark. Something about the mentioning of Icebreaker shook him, but he was not exactly sure why. Orcariner had already mourned for his best friend and the latter's death had already been accepted after much emotional distraught. He continued to sit at his station, simply watching the holographic monitor dim ever so slightly in order to save energy. Then, a thought struck Orcariner's mind and his facial expression became attentive again. Bringing the monitor back to full service, the orca began typing in the security codes to access the Sentinel program. He finally figured out the type of closure he needed.

"Computer," he commanded, "Locate surveillance footage of Maximal Icebreaker's last known activity."

He was going to find Icebreaker's killer.

Ironclaw shared Wintersong's languish as they both saw the new Maximal.... Silverbolt as he called himself, had blown their cover and decided to intervene with talk. This was a move that he was strongly against, trying to reason with those Predacons, the thought disgusted him. He could not hear what any of them were saying, they were too far away but it seemed like it wasn't going in Silverbolt's favour. Rattrap gave orders, which Ironclaw did not really listen to as he observed the Predacons, their positions and more importantly who was in charge. The tension was building and weapons were drawn on Silverbolt, making everyone a bit more edgy. The most unsurprising thing was when the two bug like Predacons were first to make a move. This was then followed by the newcomer transforming and pointing his sidearm at Silverbolt. To Ironclaw he was offically a Predacon and the importance of his existance dropped dramatically. While this was all taking place Wintersong had made her way to the group which meant it was time for Ironclaw to get involved. He had found his target. A female, arms crossed and not currently engaged. He could not tell if she may or may not have been in command but she was definitely calling the shots. Despite how clam she was before, it was obvious that she had spotted him and the others. The some what superior female Predacon pulled a rifle and placed shots in their diresction. Random shots pelted Ironclaw's armor, he merely grunted and started his march towards her.

OOC: Ugh, bad pun Inferno, bad pun, no sugar cubes or matches for you tonight XD. Your royalty would face palm if he'd heard that

seriously though, nice one Blackrose

((OOC: As cringe-worthy as that pun should've been, I'm not ashamed to admit that I laughed for a good minute after reading it ))

Haha!! Thanks guys! Glad you enjoyed that!

Also, sorry for the ADDITIONAL wait. EVERY TIME I tried to get on here yesterday when I said I'd post, the site wouldn't load because of the general error. I couldn't try as much as I wanted though since I ended up going to a hockey game. I just have the WORST luck with that error message.

And I think Buster is the only Pred who actually fired a weapon....right? Inferno drew his weapon, but didn't fire and I think Nemesis did the same.

BIC:

The Axalon shook with the rumble of grenade fire. Dinobot turned his attention to Frilla's monitors and looked over her shoulder at the screen observing a Predacon energy signature outside of their base. He took note of the Predacon's identity: Sonar.

"Speaking of rats, the rat with wings seems to want to come ruining our morning." Frilla reported, turning to look at Rhinox, Dinobot, and Aurora. "Should we turn on the autoguns?"She asked.

Dinobot didn't answer. He fought back the urge to race outside and start shooting. He was itching to be useful and watching computer monitors and analyzing data just was not his idea of being useful. But he had learned in the past the way Maximals do things as opposed to the way Predacons do things. Rhinox may prefer a more peaceful response...and there was a matter of chain of command to worry about too so Dinobot understood that he would need to wait until he was ordered to do so before he went outside guns ablazing.

"Or we could just send out or secret weapon. All Rattrap would have to do is breathe in their direction and the smell will surely knock them out. Turning the other end will likely have a similar effect but.. that might actually be lethal....” Aurora added.

Dinobot sent Aurora a toothy half grin at her jest at the vermin's expense.

"As improvisational an idea as yours is, Aurora," Rhinox chuckled lightly, "I think Dinobot could offer some services just as damaging without the odor."

"Dinobot, if you wouldn't mind swatting away that pesky bat," the rhino said.

“It would be my pleasure,” Dinobot responded. “And if my firepower should fail, then have Aurora send in the funk.”

Dinobot took a step towards the lift just as Optimus' voice came over the comms. He paused so the Maximal leader could be filled in on the situation.

"Rhinox, report."

"Sonar just used a grenade on our shields, Optimus. He appears to be alone. I'm sending Dinobot out to chase him away, or perhaps figure out what he wants," Rhinox answered.

"Copy that. Just keep a close eye for an ambush or any other tricks. It may just be Saber-Fang he's looking for," the Maximal leader replied.

"Understood," said Big Green and looked at Dinobot with a nod to go ahead.

Dinobot nodded in response and continued to the lift riding it to the ground below. Frilla called to him as he was leaving.

"Have fun out there Dinobot, sure he might make good for target practice." Frilla said.

“Indeed.”

Once on the ground, Dinobot immediately ran to the nearest rock pile for cover so that he could figure out where his target was. He searched the area, but where ever the Predacon was, he must have been hiding just out of sight of the raptor. He did take notice of where the grenade most likely had detonated....that area of the ground was just slightly more singed than any other area. So, Dinobot decided not to wait until he actually saw Sonar. Maybe he could draw the Predacon out into the open where he could see him better.

Dinobot powered up his eye lasers and sent his laser fire into the area of the tree line near the singed earth.

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Tarantulas headed out of the base dragging his transport cart with him in his new vehicle form. Arachnitron followed him.

"I'd say so my dear, though I can't say the same for the witch and the fuzor, they seem to enjoy wasting their time" Tarantulas mused to his assistant over comlink as he continued ahead, waiting for the others to catch up.

Tarantulas had replied to her when she asked if the others were ready to begin their task. Arachnitron, like Tarantulas, had noticed Blackarachnia's behavior towards the fuzor, but she wasn't sure she had figured out the other widow's game. She seemed to be acting a bit....flirtatious towards him, but she knew Blackarachnia wasn't actually interested in him.

After a second or two, Blackarachnia joined Arachnitron and Tarantulas and headed towards the location of the future refueling station after them. She flashed Arachnitron a quick glance before skittering ahead of her and getting in between her and Tarantulas.

Arachnitron rolled her optics. That was not the first time that she tried to separate the pair. She had done it earlier when they were reporting to Megatron for orders. She had thought maybe Blackarachnia just wanted to jump into the line up with the other arachnids in hopes that Megatron wouldn't notice her tardiness, but now she realized she was intentionally separating Arachnitron and Tarantulas.

“So that's the game, we're playing....hmmm?" Arachnitron thought to herself. Was Blackarachnia jealous that there was competition for Tarantulas' attention? Or was she still trying to get Arachnitron to leave Tarantulas? Perhaps she was just angry at the psychic link Tarantulas shared with her (OOC: "her" being Blackarachnia).

Whatever her reason for trying to separate them, Arachnitron was not going to let Blackarachnia succeed. The Predacon programming was bold, crass, short-tempered, and smart-mouthed. Traits that she developed as a defense mechanism during her days at the orphanage and even later after she had been abducted by the Predacon scientists. But, unfortunately, Arachnitron, as the Hybrid, was much more timid and reserved. She was much more likely to be walked on and bullied as opposed to the Predacon personality who usually did the bullying. And the inhibitor chip made her even more so since she had no access to those Predacon traits. But Blackarachnia's antics lit a fire inside of the Hybrid inspiring her to stand up to the elder widow. She wouldn't just let Blackarachnia snake her way in between her and Tarantulas. She wouldn't be bullied. Not about this anyway. Not when it came to Tarantulas and his affections.

But the truth of it was....she wasn't the Predacon. She wasn't anything like her. So she would have to fight back her own way. Her optics gleamed mischievously as she decided on a subtle way to settle the score with Blackarachnia. Arachnitron was close enough to discreetly place a few of the boxes from her load onto the other widow's cart as they traveled. She used two of her spider legs to move the boxes and she walked, albeit a bit awkwardly, with the other six legs. Arachnitron felt the difference immediately! She had been struggling under the weight of the load before and, though the boxes were small and fairly light, the weight did seem more manageable since removing them. But Arachnitron's boxes were placed on Blackarachnia's cart pretty precariously.......the next rock BA ran over might send the boxes toppling off of her cart and force her to stop and pick them up.

Arachnitron decided to walk beside the other widow. She threw Blackarachnia an "I know what you're up to" kind of expression, but continued to walk beside her instead of getting in front of her. She knew Blackarachnia would be expecting....perhaps hoping....that Arachnitron would try to get closer to Tarantulas. So, Arachnitron figured that not giving Blackarachnia what she wanted would irritate her more than playing along.

OOC: Hope this post is alright. I didn't want Arachnitron to be too petty since that was the Predacon programming's usual reaction.....but I didn't want her to just ignore BA and be walked all over which would be like the Maximal programming. So I tried to come up with a reaction that was solely the Hybrid's.

((OOC: Nemesis did fire.))



Instead of defending himself, Silverbolt continued to keep on chatting away nonsense which no one was actually listening to. Manterror grinned, knowing that his prey was just in his reach. His wings moved like a swarm of insects, propelling the mantis towards his enemy at full speed. The only defense the Maximal put up was one single wing... and that was not going to stop a charging preying mantis!! Opting to go for a different approach, the mantis deactivated his saw blades and readied himself for impact.

"Do you really want to spend your life in battle? Come with us and spend your days in peace on Cybertron."

"You're about to spend your days in permanent peace!!" He taunted right before he struck at full force. His body slammed into Silverbolts, knocking the fuzor to the cold ground. Standing above his prey, the Predicon re-activated his saw blades and jumped on top of Silverbolt. "BAHAHAHAHAHAHAH!!! I WILL DISMEMBER YOU ONE LIMB AT A TIME!! " His demented laugh served as a chilling reminder of how evil predicons could really be. His blades at full speed, he brought them down like a guillotine. His left claw blade aimed at Silverbolts left shoulder and his right claw blade aimed towards his right shoulder.

Sonar smirked a little when he saw the neon green lasers near the tree line.

"Well, Dinobot. So good of you to answer," Sonar chuckled softly. "But... I'm not over there. Beast Mode."

He wondered what kind of range Dinobot had with his laser eyes. He smirked again going into a free fall, allowing himself to be seen by the traitior. He fired a sonic blast near Dinobot's location before banking sharply.

(ooc: Aye, Nemesis did open fire at Wintersong and Ironclaw)

Not wanting to give her foe a chance to escape, Nemesis rapidly fired off a couple more rounds at Wintersong before she caught sight of something moving towards her through the corner of her optic. She looked away from the female Maximal only to see the male she had noticed earlier now moving towards her. He was taller than most of his comrades, around her own height in fact, but much bulkier than her with heavy armor covering what she recognized to be a fellow transmetal's frame.

And he was moving towards her with apparently no intention of stopping.

A teasing grin spread itself across her features as she swiftly holstered her firearm and brought out another weapon more suitable for close range combat. As the charging male got close, Nemesis made a swift yet graceful roll on the ground so that she could get out of his immediate path. Leaping back to her feet, she followed up with a forceful kick to the Maximal's backside in an attempt to knock his balance off.

"Let's see what you got," she told him in an almost alluring voice, a sword clutched in one hand and a sai in the other.

Aurora smiled at Frilla as the other small female joined in on the jokes, but could not help feeling a little concerned when Dinobot passed by at that time and sent her a rather disturbing look. It sort of looked like a grin but she couldn't quite be sure if he was smiling at Rattrap being source of entertainment despite not even being present at the moment, or if he was planning what he wanted for dinner. His face was so unreadable that it could have been either option.. or both simultaneously. It gave her an uneasy feeling. Then again she found that nearly all expressions on the tall former Predacon's face tended to creep her out a bit given his uncanny ability to conceal his emotions.

While watching the warrior leave, the little ermine said to nobody-in-particular; "I wonder why Sonar is attempting to attack us by himself. Is he truly stupid enough to think we'd surrender from a few shots bouncing off our shields?"

Cecaelia wrote:"HEEEEEEEERRRREEEEEEE BIRDY BIRDY BIRDY!!!! SING A SONG OF YOUR PAIN FOR ME!!"

Aerostriker noticed the sudden wave of Gatling fire at him, as if Cecaelia was a anti air gun. He pulled down tilting out of the way of the firepower, being clipped on his long wingtip. Flying in a strafing motion as the gunfire seemed to follow him, he tilted slightly as the turret on his back then turned aiming at Cecaelia firing back towards her with rapid pulses of laser fire (firepower:6) for a short burst, then started to move over the tree tops, going out of her view angle by using the trees as cover.

His thrust slowed down as back flapped while his wing rockets kicked in reducing his speed greatly, then transformed to his robot mode hovering in the air. the long knee plate on his right leg was now much shorter, seemingly twisted and melted from the damage sustained. Meanwhile Stag started to mark targets on the battlefield, adding their locational data to Aerostriker's hud. Aerostriker cringed as he saw the list Doesn't look like this is in our favor.

Umbra made his way towards shore, to allow his partner to climb off him for land.

OOC: Lemme know if my latest post isn't okay with you New Moon, and I can still alter it.

New Moon wrote: Feralnight had ducked behind a tree, trying to stay in cover with the hopes the Predacons wouldn't notice them. That was backfired when Cheetor warned he had been found by the Predacons and so had Aerostriker, making growl a bit as their cover was blown, even by Megatron. The on coming fire from Megatron, and likely their new comer, made the fuzor growl as she stayed behind the tree for cover but quickly had to move as it began to topple over from the continued fire power, "So you Preds found us, doesn't mean you'll take us down."She growled as she transformed to robot mode only for her eyes to widen as she noticed the heat seeking missiles launched by Terrorsaur, two of them to be exact and far too close to dodge.

Glancing sideways to where Silverstreak had been she quickly activated her Plasma Cannons behind her shoulders and fired upon the two missiles, trying to stop them and protect her younger teammate. She knew the risk to follow however as they fuzor howled as she was blasted back by the force of the explosion and hit a tree, sliding down it to the roots that left her disoriented and back aching, "Ugh, that's going to leave a mark or two." She muttered, trying to quickly regain her wits but was the world seemed to spin around her.

"I'll leave more than a mark, maximal" Terrorsaur gloated as he land on top of Feralnight, forcing her face down into the swamp's mucky waters, his talons digging into her back as he lifted her into the air like a bird of prey making off with its kill.

"Tell me fuzor, if a maximal dies in a swamp and no one hears her scream, will anyone care?" the pterosaur mocked, tightening his grip on her back and punching the back of her head for good measure to keep her dazed and in pain.

Wintersong wrote: "If that is the case, we have some Maximals to send to the scrap yard," Spineback said as she turned to face the direction of the Maixmals as she noticed more shots off towards the water, making her guess at least three were there. At the most four, but who knew if there were others there hiding and waiting to attack. Turning towards the ones that had been hiding in the foliage the dinosaur femme raised her arm as a weapon popped up from inside the armor, revealing her Plasma Sphere Shooter that had served her well in the last war, "Wonder how the Maximals like the taste of plasma." She said before she began firing alongside Megatron, watching as the fuzor left her cover and risked being blasted by the heat seeking missiles and only was forced back by the explosion of the collision with her attacks and the missiles.

For now her attention went to the other Maximal she was detecting, focusing her fire power upon the bushes where the fox was supposedly hiding, "Feels good to be back on the battle field," She said with a slight grin, finally having a feeling her boredom she had been facing for years now since the Pax Cybertronia was coming to an end for a long while. And it was nice to finally find a Predacon willing to do something against the Maximals, the bots who had proven to be no better than their Autobot ancestors in trying to keep them as second class citizens or caring little of what they had to suffer through.

Mgatron grinned in approval of Spineback's brutality and strength, saying "Dear doctor, I do believe you'll do well amongst our ranks, Yesss."

He fired several more shots of his tail gun into the fox's hiding place, before taking note of Terrorsaur's catch and raising a hand as if to say "Ceasefire"

"We have a hostage now on top of our superior firepower, maximal, come out of hiding, drop all your weapons, and surrender peacefully and she shall be spared...If not..." he began to say as he pointed his charged tail gun at the helpless Feralnight's head, his shoulder cannons armed and ready to fire on Silverstreak if the hiding maximal tried to attack him, "We'll all get to see first hand just how empty the inside of a maximal's head truly is, if you catch my meaning. You have til the count of ten, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5..."

Blackrose wrote:
But the truth of it was....she wasn't the Predacon. She wasn't anything like her. So she would have to fight back her own way. Her optics gleamed mischievously as she decided on a subtle way to settle the score with Blackarachnia. Arachnitron was close enough to discreetly place a few of the boxes from her load onto the other widow's cart as they traveled. She used two of her spider legs to move the boxes and she walked, albeit a bit awkwardly, with the other six legs. Arachnitron felt the difference immediately! She had been struggling under the weight of the load before and, though the boxes were small and fairly light, the weight did seem more manageable since removing them. But Arachnitron's boxes were placed on Blackarachnia's cart pretty precariously.......the next rock BA ran over might send the boxes toppling off of her cart and force her to stop and pick them up.

Arachnitron decided to walk beside the other widow. She threw Blackarachnia an "I know what you're up to" kind of expression, but continued to walk beside her instead of getting in front of her. She knew Blackarachnia would be expecting....perhaps hoping....that Arachnitron would try to get closer to Tarantulas. So, Arachnitron figured that not giving Blackarachnia what she wanted would irritate her more than playing along.

Tarantulas sped ahead across the open desert, the landscape barren and the sun baring down on them, keeping a fast pace but not enough to leave the others in the dust, looking back to watch the two female spiders trade subtle wits and the fuzor finally catch up.

"Better late than never I suppose" the spider murmured to himself, chuckling softly when he noticed Arachnitron lighten her load by increasing BA's unnoticed, a simple yet clever prank.

Assuming not all the maximals went after the pods or died trying, the signal his drone gave off should attract trouble by the time they reach Megatron's new mine, foiling whatever new mad scheme grape face planned before it even got started.