(( OOC: Holy shrimp! Okay, OP is being pulled in far too many different diretions here, some of them literally. There are too many cooks in the kitchen, people!
So, some things are going to go wrong for some Maximals here. ...Or just one. I will make it so!
@ Blazemane: Good to see you again! Was missing Dinobot and Cheetor.
@ Phoenix: That's exactly what I do when I post. However, sometimes when people throw in their posts before I finish mine (or right after I'm done typing and proof reading), I have to constantly revise mine, especially if they're catching up with another post and putting in stuff I want to react to even though other things have already happened after that.
And no worries about posting again; your most recent post actually helped clear up a few questions I had to your previous one.
@ Alak. Awwwe, poor Orcariner. He's such a gentle giant. It's funny you brought him back into the flow of this episode, Alak, because I was just thinking yesterday how I missed the big guy roaming around. I also miss Manterror screaming. And Saber-Fang going off the deep end.
Thank you for having Orcariner hold off on joining the chaotic mess.
Also, Ironclaw and Aurora are too cute.
@ Blackrosefencer. Yeah, that's pretty much it in a nut shell.
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Kneeling on the ground with Arachnitron, completely silent, Optimus listened as well as he could. There was no breeze to lift and sweep away the smoke, so it lingered, cloudying his vision. He thought he heard movement just beside him, opposite the side Arachnitron was next to. Gripping his sword, he waited, his breathing increasing from the fear and uncertainty of where the predator was. Noticing a dark, blurry silhoutte appear in front of them, Primal lifted his sword only to suddenly feel a sharp point puncture the skin on his palm, just next to his blade's handle. The force driven through his hand automatically made him drop his sword, and he saw Nemesis lean in closer as she pushed the back of his hand onto the ground along with her sai, the longer point in the middle sinking all the way through and the two shorter points stabbing in to the side of the width of his hand, securing it to the ground.
"Aaargh!" Optimus cried out, opening his mouth plate and leaning over on to his side from the way his arm was forced to the ground by Nemesis. It was quite painful, and just as he started to reach over with his other hand to pull out the Predacon's weapon, he found the tip of her sword at his throat. With his hand throbbing, unable to move his two fingers in the middle and his thumb from spliced wires and gears, he had to remain as still as he could, or else she'd slice his throat. However, none of that really mattered. He was far more concerned with Arachnitron whose condition was much, much worse and what Nemesis might do to her, if anything. There had to be some reason she showed up like this, knowing she'd be outnumbered within seconds.
"Ah ah ah," "It's impolite to leave before the party's over."
Optimus glared up at Nemesis, but he winced when she applied more pressure with her sword into his neck, tearing it a little. He was incapable of protecting Arachnitron now, and hoped Nemesis wouldn't do anything to entice her Predacon programming to re-surface. As quiet as it was around them, he heard Cheetor's voice not too far beyond the cloud. And then heard a thud, followed by a short rhythm of very heavy foot steps coming toward the small group in the center of the smoke cloud. Of course, none of this seemed to faze Nemesis.
"I thought I picked up a Predacon's signature,"
Orcariner! Surely, Nemesis wouldn't stick around with him making an appearance. And just as the Maximal leader heard the orca's voice, his vision suddenly switched to a map of the area, showing him every Maximals' current position, as well as who was who. Nemesis' signature also came up but he could clearly see her now standing before him and Arachnitron as the smoke slowly began to lift. Feralnight was high above in the sky, taking an aerial point on the situation. Orcariner, a bot who proved himself more than once in leadership and selfless sacrifice, much like Optimus Primal, was right behind the gorilla in robot mode and Arachnitron. Cheetor seemed hesitant to enter the feud, which gave Primal some relief. Icebreaker was a little far off but hadn't gone far after Primal had asked him to check on Rattrap's team. And Whitegrazer... well, she was just about pull off a very dangerous move considering where Nemesis was holding her sword to Optimus. Most of his Maximals were now converging on Nemesis, just as he suspected would happen. She was outnumbered. What would she do now?
"Sorry for waking up late," "but I got your back now."
Primal wanted to smile at the towering Maximal, glad to know he was there, but couldn't even see him in the position he was in. It was then that he almost gasped, watching Nemesis skillfully maintain her blade at his throat when Whitegrazer kicked the back of her knee, causing the female Predacon to stumble only slightly. Incredibly dangerous! If Nemesis had fallen forward, Primal's head would be part of a shish-kabob now. It wasn't until Whitegrazer grabbed the female hawk's shoulder and wrist, pulling her away from him and Arachnitron when Nemesis lowered her sword from his throat. With the enemy distracted, Optimus scrambled back to his crouching position and grabbed the handle of the sai that had trapped his hand on the ground. Some fluid had seeped out but it was nothing serious. It seemed more like a tool for torture in this situation than actually using the weapon to slice his hand off or anything significant like that. He saw Arachnitron reaching out to help him as well with the three-pronged-like knife, and he was grateful for the notion, but she suddenly froze, her attention taken elsewhere.
Keep a hold of her!
The Maximal commander heard Icebreaker but didn't know what he was talking about until he felt something hit his back and magnetically stick to him. Realizing what the penguin was going to do, Optimus went to reach for the sai again but was interrupted when the anchor on him began pulling him back. This caused his hand that was still stuck to the ground palm-up to start tearing from the sai that was still securely held in place. Primal screamed in agony and desparetely reached around his back with his other hand to pull off the magnetic attachment and drop it on the dirt. It would return empty-handed. Icebreaker couldn't have known what was going on, and while it was a good idea, it now left the leader's hand completely immobilzed. Optimus sat there taking deep breaths to cope with the pain, examining his hand with his optics with the sai still through it. The three wounds were much larger now, torn almost an inch bigger than they were originally. With a deep growl of anger and anguish, Primal grabbed the handle again and pulled the sai out of the ground and out of his hand. Dropping the three-bladed weapon as he continued to kneel there, he immediately activated the duel cannons on the wrist with his uninjured hand and targeted up at Nemesis' torso right as she had turned back around from Whitegrazer to face him and Arachnitron and aim her assault rifle on the spider.
"Back off," "Or I turn your friend into mulch!"
With his red optics narrowed on Nemesis, Primal's aim didn't waver. His other hand was killing him with a hole big enough to see right through it, but he reminded himself how much pain Arachnitron was in and that his hand was a walk in the park compared to that.
"Nemesis, we don't have time for this. She needs to get inside the Axalon immediately," Optimus said in a firm voice.
"You're greatly outnumbered. Leave now," he warned her.
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(( OOC: LoL @ Starshadow! How was Rattrap was supposed to know, or me for that matter?! She could've pulled the bomb off soon enough to avoid getting scrapped. I didn't think you'd have it "kill" her, just blow up like Waspinator always does, who never died.
Now Rattrap's going to feel really bad for even pulling that stunt. As much as he hates Preds, he doesn't want to go around killing them. OP will have his head for this!
Not to mention, I'm sure a Pred or two will have him added to the top of their hit lists, perhaps even above Primal. XD My bad!
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"HIIIISSSSSSSSSAAAAAAHHHHHH! YOU FOOOOOL!!"
As soon as Starshadow hopped off of him, Rattrap rolled over and jumped to his feet, his gun still in his grasp, and started sprinting until the force of the explosion blew him off of his feet. Rolling, he came to a stop and looked up with some horror on his face. Starshadow was gone. Did she...? Swallowing, he slowly stood up and looked over the scene.
"Talk about yer cold slag," he muttered. Seeing her body parts scattered everywhere was actually a disturbing scene.
"Optimus is gonna have my hide for dis," he said aloud to himself. But it was self defense, right? She wouldn't stop trying to eat him! Feeling his neck where the holes were from her fangs, he wiped away some fluid before noticing some movement in the grass. Raising his gun, he targeted it until it stopped. Something small had slithered away...
What was that? Lowering his weapon to his side he saw Glowstick and Onyx approach, quickly realizing that he shouldn't stick around after what he had just done.
Maximals..I'm giving you 90 seconds to leave the battlefield at once or I'll exterminate you with the Leviathan's main guns. This is not up for negotiation.
"Guess this is not an outcome we had hoped for."
Shoulda kept her on a leash! he tried justifying to himself. Frowning, feeling remorse and guilt for what he had done, Rattrap put his weapon away and immediately transformed to his beast mode, hurrying off to regroup with Dinobot, Wintersong and Frilla and confess to them what he had done. Dinobot might think him a tougher Maximal now, but the ladies would probably be pretty disappointed with him. He was disappointed with himself.
"Rattrap, Dinobot come on!"
"Hey," the brown rat called to the tigress, and two reptiles, catch up to them.
"You guys okay?" Probably a dumb question looking at Wintersong and all of her wounds. She looked like slag. Something bothering Rattrap could be heard in his rushed voice, and he didn't stop walking.
Vomiting snakes, that's certainly a new method of spark escape pod. 
Why is it every time one of my characters suddenly gets involved with a fight, someone else always jumps in and deprives me of having my characters fight back, often before I can even react to the first punch which was directed at 
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