The Intergalactic Highway

What Onyx saw of the three Maximals made him a bit curious to how they could be much of a threat, save for the raptor."Yes that would be my pod, and an easy landing I have to say." Onyx said with a slight nod giving a quick look over of the Maximals once more. Perhaps the rat would prove to be of a challenge then he looked and the raptor had an aura about him of long since being a seasoned warrior, but the frilled lizard...this one hardly looked worth fighting, in fact they might not be a fighter at all. Though looks could be deceiving and Onyx knew better then to question size.

He had faced opponents twice as small as he was and had lost which really did speak out of size not mattering. He'd just have to be watchful."Though if you want the pod you have trouble way back, Statshadow and another called Blakcarahnia were after it." He told them shrugging, not giving away of the widow hiding."Of course I can't allow you to engage against my new comrades, which I'm sure you understand." He said calmly but there was a threat under his seemingly casual words.

If the Maximals so much as made a move to harm his fellow Predacons he would engage them without hesitation. It was what he was there for and programmed to do.

As the others walked away from her and Optimus, Arachnitron began to feel nervous. She was mentally kicking herself for suggesting this. She had wanted to lie about everything, but then she had made such a scene before. She couldn’t lie after that, could she? She was no good at being honest. As Whitegrazer was leaving, she flashed a small, reassuring smile towards Arachnitron. It touched the small part of her that was Maximal. She realized that being honest with Optimus was the best option. She didn’t want to, but it was the responsible thing to do.

Finally she took a deep breath, looked Optimus square in the optics and told him everything: “I lied before," she told him. "There’s no mission. Nothing is classified. I was just….” She hesitated. She didn’t want to admit that she was afraid and felt threatened. “I just thought it’d be best that no one else knew,” she finally clarified. “At first, I planned to just make stuff up, but I have changed my mind. Someone should know and it’s best if it’s you.

“I’m a runaway from Cybertron. I was abducted and imprisoned in a research facility where the Predacons…did things to me. They changed me and if I hadn’t left, my fate would be the same as the other test subjects. I’d have been destroyed. I didn’t know what else to do. My emotions got the best of me; I went into a blinding rage and destroyed their facility. It was weak of me to run, but I didn’t want to be destroyed.

“If I had to guess, their response will be to erase me from existence and pretend that their last experiment had never happened. They’ll be following me, I’m sure of it. And they will not be happy if they found me here…with Maximals. To them, I’m not just an experiment…I’m a failed experiment. They would not want that kind of information spread around to their enemy.

“You should know,” she cautioned. “My genetic coding has been completely rewritten. I am mostly Predacon, but I mean you no harm….intentionally. I cannot be held responsible for anything I do that is out of my control…like the tree incident,” she reminded him hastily. “I do have some Maximal traits…enough to screw with my identity chip, personality circuits, and core consciousness. At any given moment, my core processor could short out from the overload of having two competing personalities….as you have already witnessed.

“To be completely honest, I don’t know what to do now. Within just a few short mega-cycles, my entire life has been turned upside down. I feel completely lost. I really just want to get off this planet and hide away somewhere where no one can find me ever again…

“I understand if you think it wise that I leave," she concluded. "I know it's dangerous being near me. If I could just get your assistance in repairing my escape pod, then I'll be out of your hair forever and no one ever has to know I was here."

Whitegracer wrote:"He just wants you to know the situation and to help you protect yourself when you do enter such conflict and if you like, I can teach you some moves."

"I would love that," the smaller female chirped in, her face lighting up. Perhaps she would be able to live down today's disaster of an introduction after all. The other female seemed both wise and caring, so she could probably teach Aurora a thing or two about fighting battles as well as other things.

Whitegrazer wrote:"All right, first thing is the bridge."

Aurora looked around with interest, even though she had already been on the bridge before as she was selecting her beast form. All of a sudden, however, her fellow Maximal of the weasel family stopped in front of her. At first Aurora thought this was by error and attempted to step around him, but when he transformed in front of her she realized he wanted to talk.

Smiling she looked up at him with large green eyes. He seemed oddly uncomfortable, as if she bothered him somehow. She noticed he stretched his hand out to her, so she promptly took it for a handshake even if it seemed almost out of place to do so.

"Ironclaw, wasn't it? A pleasure to meet you as well," Aurora finally said when it appeared the badger wasn't going to break the silence. She tilted her head a bit, maintaining her sweet and rather innocent looking smile.

(( OOC: Yes, una, didn't want to ignore it or forget it. ))

"I will be glad to."

Primal's eyes shifted to Whitegrazer's response and briefly lingered on her, returning the smile. She was always helpful. She never backtalked him. As she escorted Aurora and Ironclaw to the Axalon, he gave his undivided attenion to Arachnitron, giving her all the time she needed to gather her thoughts and decide on what she wanted to tell him.

“I lied before," "There’s no mission. Nothing is classified. I was just….” “I just thought it’d be best that no one else knew,” “At first, I planned to just make stuff up, but I have changed my mind. Someone should know and it’s best if it’s you.

Well, Optimus wasn't expecting Arachnitron to start that way, but he was glad that she trusted him enough to tell the truth. He nodded, understanding why she had lied earlier but didn't interrupt her.

“I’m a runaway from Cybertron. I was abducted and imprisoned in a research facility where the Predacons…did things to me. They changed me and if I hadn’t left, my fate would be the same as the other test subjects. I’d have been destroyed. I didn’t know what else to do. My emotions got the best of me; I went into a blinding rage and destroyed their facility. It was weak of me to run, but I didn’t want to be destroyed. “If I had to guess, their response will be to erase me from existence and pretend that their last experiment had never happened. They’ll be following me, I’m sure of it. And they will not be happy if they found me here…with Maximals. To them, I’m not just an experiment…I’m a failed experiment. They would not want that kind of information spread around to their enemy.

Some of her explanation was what the Maximal leader had already presumed but the whole ordeal ran a lot deeper for Arachnitron than he previously expected. While he listened to her story, he was rooting for her inside and astonished that she managed to escape without getting caught after all the destruction that she caused to the facility. He now understood a lot better why she seemed so on edge and a little paranoid.

“You should know,” “My genetic coding has been completely rewritten. I am mostly Predacon, but I mean you no harm….intentionally. I cannot be held responsible for anything I do that is out of my control…like the tree incident,” “I do have some Maximal traits…enough to screw with my identity chip, personality circuits, and core consciousness. At any given moment, my core processor could short out from the overload of having two competing personalities….as you have already witnessed.

So, she was basically unstable and unpredictable. Imperfect. A nervous wreck. A little shy and anti-social. Part Maximal and part Predacon. And yet, none of this was her fault. Arachnitron didn't choose any of that to happen to her. Well, as far as he knew it seemed to have been done all against her will. And yet, it didn't scare Optimus. He was concerned for her safety and well being, just as he was for his entire crew, but he still felt that something could be done for her. Arachnitron, on the other hand, had already convinced herself that she was no good to anyone and a danger to everyone. Optimus and his endless optimism still saw hope for her. He continued listening, never taking his brown eyes off of her optics.

“To be completely honest, I don’t know what to do now. Within just a few short mega-cycles, my entire life has been turned upside down. I feel completely lost. I really just want to get off this planet and hide away somewhere where no one can find me ever again… “I understand if you think it wise that I leave," "I know it's dangerous being near me. If I could just get your assistance in repairing my escape pod, then I'll be out of your hair forever and no one ever has to know I was here."

When she wrapped up her history, Optimus couldn't help but feel so much sorrow and pain for her. He was fully aware that experiments like that went on behind close doors on Cybertron, but he had no authority to override what went on, no matter how unethical they were. He did not support this kind of research at all. His original mission of exploration with the Axalon was the research he was into without disturbing worlds' habitats and forcing anything on to any being. Now, with Arachnitron standing before him, he was beginning to realize just how far Cybertronians in higher places were taking these experimentations. And it disgusted him. After processing all of this very disturbing information, he finally spoke.

"Arachnitron, I am so sorry that this has happened to you. Truly I am," Primal began with grief in his eyes and his voice. "What you have been through, I can not even imagine, and nothing... no one should be forced to endure such confusion, torture and terror." Shaking his head in frustration, he continued. "Thank you for your honesty. You don't have to leave. In fact, I'd prefer if you stayed. You don't have to keep running and looking over your shoulder. And instead of looking at this as your life turned completely upside down, perhaps this is a new beginning for you; a second chance at a life full of freedom instead of imprisonment and fear." Optimus kind of felt that the last thing she needed to do was seclude herself. Perhaps if she endured more interaction from him and his Maximals, experiencing more of the positives of life like friendship, compassion and being important to someone or some people, it would help her "condition." "I believe we can help you, and I'd like nothing more than to offer our ship to ensure your safety and our resources to protect you. Arachnitron, I am at your disposal. However, if you truly feel that you shouldn't be around anyone and you would rather leave, then you will have my assistance and full support. Although judging by your pod's explosion, we would have to build a new one from scratch and I'm afraid we don't have the spare parts or the fuel to get you on your way. You see, my crew and I crashed on this planet while in persuit of Megatron and we currently have no means to get off let alone get back to Cybertron. Nor do we have the ability for any communication with them. We're stranded here on this world in this war with the Predacons, and I fear it may get worse. While I'm aware that this is not your war to fight, and that you don't have complete control over your sudden outbursts and shortages, I would welcome you to my team and perhaps we can help each other. I have a remarkable scientist and engineer in my ranks that may be able to help with your programming so that you may be able to think clearly, if that's something you might be interested in, but we'll only take one step at a time. Arachnitron, I see you as your own bot, not a failed experiment, or any kind of experiment for that matter," Primal emphasized. He hoped his sincere words meant something to her, but if she was simply too uncomfortable with any of it, then he'd understand. "This is your decision. Whatever you would like to do, I leave it completely up to you." The Maximal commander stood there before her, looking as unthreatening as a gorilla can, and giving her the opportunity to process everything he said and search her emotions, thoughts, and her spark. Optimus only wanted the best for her, but he knew she would have to be the deciding factor on what she wanted.

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"Your short little legs are excused."

The rodent rolled his black eyes.

"I trust you have just been re-activated?" "Our scanners detected a stasis pod crashing in this sector."

Stopping with Frilla and Dinobot, Rattrap only gave a glance at the ebony Predacon in front of them while the raptor spoke before sniffing the air and looking around the area with suspicion.

"Yes that would be my pod, and an easy landing I have to say." "Though if you want the pod you have trouble way back, Statshadow and another called Blakcarahnia were after it." "Of course I can't allow you to engage against my new comrades, which I'm sure you understand."

Since when does a new Pred wanna just chat instead of blowin' our heads off? thought Rattrap. Besides Steelclaw, that is. "Somethin' don't seem right," he muttered to Frilla. "I smell trouble." The rat's nose was picking up faint scents from those hidden somewhere in the vacinity. "We lost the protoform and the pod, we might as well head back," he suggested to her and Dinobot.

Ironclaw was taken by Aurora's smile as he smiled back. "The pleasure is mine" he said.

As he stared at her he could hear Optimus talking to Arachitron, atleast that's what he thought her name was. He didn't pay too much attention since it wasn't his business.

Ironclaw let go of Aurora's hand and looked to Whitegrazer as she tried to give him the tour.

((OOC: ))

I would love that.

"Well, maybe I can show you some after the tour or whenever you are up to it."

She was surprised at how tall Ironclaw was but smiled at the handshake the two shared despite height differences. Cute.

"These are the CR chambers where you can heal yourself. They come in real handy." Though, she wondered if she should ask Rhinox if they could implement some type of portable CR. It would be tricky but nothing was impossible. Whitegrazer showed them the each of the consoles and their functions then showed them the circular table to show the map, "This is where we can survey surrounding areas and specific grids for Predacon or alien activity. Also, this is where we can activate or deactivate Sentinel, our security system created by Rhinox."

Arachnitron explained her unusual situation to Optimus not sure what he'd do or say in response. Still thinking as a Predacon, she was expecting to be driven out or exiled. She didn't have much experience interacting with Maximals.

To her surprise, Optimus welcomed her to his team and encouraged her to stay.. Furthermore, he sympathized with her and offered to protect her. She was quite taken aback. And then, much to her chagrin, he informed her that there was no way he and his crew could help her get off of this planet. She hid her disappointment.

Optimal Optimus Primal wrote: "My crew and I crashed on this planet while in pursuit of Megatron and we currently have no means to get off let alone get back to Cybertron. Nor do we have the ability for any communication with them. We're stranded here on this world in this war with the Predacons, and I fear it may get worse.

Though she was able to hide her disappointment at being stranded, she was unable to hide her relief to hear that no one had been in contact with Cybertron for some time. She sighed outwardly. She was not happy that she couldn't leave, but at least communication with Cybertron was impossible. So no one knew that she was here and no one would know for some time. Of course, she still could have been followed, but hopefully she had enough of a head start that it'd take some time before they found her.

"While I'm aware that this is not your war to fight, and that you don't have complete control over your sudden outbursts and shortages, I would welcome you to my team and perhaps we can help each other. I have a remarkable scientist and engineer in my ranks that may be able to help with your programming so that you may be able to think clearly, if that's something you might be interested in, but we'll only take one step at a time. Arachnitron, I see you as your own bot, not a failed experiment, or any kind of experiment for that matter. This is your decision. Whatever you would like to do, I leave it completely up to you."

It was certainly a powerful statement and if she had been more of a Maximal, she would have been touched, but if his intentions were to change her mind and make her feel less confused...he did not do so. She was still just as confused as before. This was a major decision that would change her life forever. She did not consider herself a Predacon anymore; how could she? But did that make her a Maximal now? She wasn't completely convinced it did. There once was a distinction between Maximals and Predacons, but the more and more her genetic coding was tampered with, the more hazy that distinction between the two had become. Now, it seemed like there was no distinction at all and that the two factions were, in essence, one in the same. They had the same intentions of survival for their kind and the same hopes and dreams of success and the same fears of failure. She had no idea where her allegiance lay.

The young ex-Predacon had an almost desperate look on her face as she wrapped her mind around her options. She really had no idea what to say to Optimus, but she thought it best to trust her instincts. Her instincts...both Maximal and Predacon....said it was not safe to be on her own. Without the means to control her actions, she was vulnerable...an easy target for both sides if she went rogue. And it was clear to her Maximal side that it was not safe to go back to the Preds. That left only one option...

"You're right," she began. "I can't keep running. There's nowhere to run to. So I'll stay....for the time being....

"But I don't want your sympathy and I don't want you to feel sorry for me," She said reading the expression on the Maximal's face. "What happened is in the past and nothing can change it. And while I don't doubt your science officer is very skilled, I don't know that continued tampering of my genetic programming is wise. Having science officers screw around with my genetics is what caused all my problems in the first place; I don't imagine more tampering would fix it. But I would welcome the chance to work with him on this...maybe I'm wrong and there is a way to control this.

"Anyway....the only reason I told you anything at all was because the Maximal part of me is in control for the moment and it is telling me that I can confide in you and that it's the right thing to do. If something were to happen again, you now know why and you can take appropriate action...like restraining me or locking me up. The truth is I'm just not sure how long the Maximal part of me will stay in control. At any given moment, my Predacon instincts could take over and you and your crew would be in serious trouble. You should know that my Predacon side wants me to take advantage of your kindness, but I'll do my best to keep that side of me at bay. And if I feel like I can't...then I'll leave."

(( OOC: Wow, Blackrosefencer. Nicely done! You caught me off guard with some of that dialogue. ))

"You're right," "I can't keep running. There's nowhere to run to. So I'll stay....for the time being....

The gorilla nodded at the black widow, understanding that she would choose this as a temporary solution.

"But I don't want your sympathy and I don't want you to feel sorry for me," "What happened is in the past and nothing can change it.

Primal's expression was a frown only for a moment at her words before turning neutral.

And while I don't doubt your science officer is very skilled, I don't know that continued tampering of my genetic programming is wise. Having science officers screw around with my genetics is what caused all my problems in the first place; I don't imagine more tampering would fix it. But I would welcome the chance to work with him on this...maybe I'm wrong and there is a way to control this.

"As I said, one step at a time," Optimus added softly. Arachnitron was right. More tampering could either make things "worse," "better," or not change anything at all. It would take time and some research before performing any actual surgery, if she so chose to do and if Rhinox thought it wise to even attempt. He was sure that it was something she would not want to dive into any time soon, if ever. The last thing she probably wanted was someone messing around with her circuits one more time, and Optimus couldn't blame her. That was her choice and Primal would respect it.

"Anyway....the only reason I told you anything at all was because the Maximal part of me is in control for the moment and it is telling me that I can confide in you and that it's the right thing to do.

Hm. So she quite literally had a "split personality." It was a little different from Saber-Fang's condition, who lacked even more control over her Beast when it came out. One minute Arachnitron could be as kind and sweet as she was now with the Maximal part in control, and the next minute she could turn on all of them and start shooting her venom or attacking them or destroying their base.

If something were to happen again, you now know why and you can take appropriate action...like restraining me or locking me up. The truth is I'm just not sure how long the Maximal part of me will stay in control. At any given moment, my Predacon instincts could take over and you and your crew would be in serious trouble.

Optimus nodded in agreement. And they would do their best not to harm her if such an occasion would arise. It was good of her to be as honest as she was, well, as she appeared to be because who knew if she was taking advantage of him already but he had to give her the benefit of the doubt. This way, they could take pre-cautions of her actions if she ever got "out of control."

You should know that my Predacon side wants me to take advantage of your kindness, but I'll do my best to keep that side of me at bay.

"Well, it wouldn't be the first time it's happened," the leader said light-heartedly.

And if I feel like I can't...then I'll leave."

"There is something that concerns me," Primal brought up. "As much as I connect with your Maximal side, Megatron could have just as much influence on your Predacon side if he were to find out, manipulating that part of you to take more control and join their crew instead. I'm afraid to lose you because of your condition and the fact that I have a pretty good idea how Megatron treats his troops. However, if you ever do decide to join his ranks, and you find it more comfortable to be with them, then perhaps that's where you were meant to be. Or maybe you aren't meant to be with either team. I suppose only time and significant events will tell. While our survival here is the same goal for both Predacon and Maximal allegiances, we have very different intentions and agendas," he tried explaining. What would be difficult to tell her was that if she did jump back and forth frequently between both factions because of her Maximal/Predacon programming, then she could be a security risk to them. Also, Megatron didn't tolerate treachery. If Arachnitron would happen to join him and then betray him, much like Frilla and Dinobot had done, surely she would be added to his merciless list, unless she could convince him that she was a spy, but then she would have to provide authentic information or else Megatron would put an end to her deceit and betrayals. What it came down to was hoping that she'd never fall into his hands, because once she did, she may never come back. All in due time, Optimus told himself. There was no point on dwelling about it now. After all, she assured him that she would try her best to subdue her Predacon tendacies and would otherwise leave if she couldn't keep a firm grip on her Maximal side. It was clear that she didn't want to harm the Maximals but now Primal was fully aware that she may not always have the choice in the matter. He also realized that the decision he made to allow her to take refuge in his ranks would be putting his other Maximals in danger. "At any rate," the commander continued, "we will cross all of these bridges when we get to them." He gave her a light smile. "I'll have to inform my crew of your condition so they understand what actons might need to be taken in certain circumstances should they occur. But only your condition. Would that be all right? Your history that you have so openly shared with me shall remain only with me," Optimus Primal assured Arachnitron. He knew most of them would be understanding and welcoming of her. The only two he thought he'd have problems with on the matter were Rattrap and Dinobot. Also, Whitegrazer might be able to help the black widow find herself within her spark. Perhaps not all of her programming that needed repair was physical tampering with wires and software, but could be mental and spiritual. Because of his quickly growing team, there were more options and outlets to work with the more these unusal situations came up. And that was a good thing. So many of his Maximals were very skilled in several different areas. They were a unique bunch and he was grateful to have all of them. And for those who recently joined, he couldn't wait to get to know them as well.

Onyx wrote:Yes that would be my pod, and an easy landing I have to say.

Though if you want the pod you have trouble way back, Statshadow and another called Blakcarahnia were after it. Of course I can't allow you to engage against my new comrades, which I'm sure you understand.

Dinobot took the warning in stride. He believed the Predacon in that he knew Onyx wouldn't stand idly by, but whether Dinobot and his companions would be allowed to engage Starshadow and Blackarachnia was not entirely up to Onyx, unless he was truly that skilled a fighter.

Knowing how pod missions usually went, it was likely that the Maximals would find out how skilled Onyx was in short order.

Rattrap wrote:We lost the protoform and the pod, we might as well head back.

"We have not yet lost the pod," Dinobot contended without taking his gaze from Onyx. Then he answered the Predacon. "And if it is not your desire to engage us, then you had better hope your comrades do not try to interfere with our mission. We have come to acquire what is rightfully ours."

Dinobot walked to the side of Onyx and passed him as headed for the pod.

Starshadow found the pod and walked towards it. "Yessss...the pod..it's all mine.." (this laugh suits her for this scene: Evil laugh as she was about to get her claws on it, Dinobot came. Great...

"Oh no no scale face..the pod belongs to me now." negotiating wasn't going to solve the situation. A fight for the pod is a must. She rarely wondered about the raptor, is he an experienced fighter? Is he good in his close combat? Only one way to find out. The catbot clenched her right fist. She would punch his face he he ever fire his optic laser or draw his sword.

Frilla sighed since it seemed another fight would ensue but she didn't care to engage Starshadow for a few reasons. One of them for sometimes having worked with the crazy feline so she hesitated sometimes to harm them though they had another Predacon to worry about,"Maximize!" She hissed and transformed,"Unfortunately Rattrap think we're stuck with a fight." She murmured not exactly excited about it but she drew her Frill Sword and watched Onyx for a moment to see if he would fight.

"I suppose it can go either way." Onyx said watching Dinobot and then Starshadow already to take the pod. What exactly was so important both factions needed this pod? Turning back to Rattrap and Frilla he tilted his head as the frilled lizard transformed to fight but saw a great reluctance in her expression and the rat himself didn't seem eager for a fight. "Terrorize." He said calmly and transformed, towering over them a bit and he reached back drawing his Friction rifle knowing it would incapacitate these two for a few minutes or long enough to help Starshadow if needed.

"I do apologize Maximals I didn't expect to engage in a fight so early but I suppose that was inevitable." He said and first aimed at Frilla firing a few rounds before aiming for Rattrap and doing the same. Though being hit wasn't the worse the round could do so much as to the affect after it. "I would advise you not to move if you value not becoming charred Maximals." He said and turned away to watch the panther and raptor.

OOC:

Optimal Optimus Primal wrote:(( OOC: Wow, Blackrosefencer. Nicely done! You caught me off guard with some of that dialogue. ))

Thanks! I do my best. I pretty much just roll with it. I have no idea what's in store for her or what she plans to do either...I just type.

BIC:

As Arachnitron spoke, Optimus mostly nodded in affirmation. He was a smart 'bot and seemed to understand her needs. She wasn't sure if he really understood the depth of her situation though. It was more than just acting aggressively, reacting with unexplainable rage and hatred, or being unable to control her thoughts and actions. It was more than just experiencing new emotions that she had never even heard of before or slipping into her Predacon personality unexpectedly. The worst part of the whole thing was having to keep her Predacon personality at bay at all. It was more than just being a bit bi-polar and having two personalities in the same frame....it was that she felt like she was literally turning her back on her entire previous life. She'd have to change her loyalties and she was a little depressed that it had come to this. It wasn't that she hated the Predacons for what they did to her....she did it out of necessity....the need to survive.

And what else he didn't know was the pain and exhaustion she'd have to endure by pushing back her Predacon instincts. It was not an easy feat to fight off the rage. Not to mention, that she sometimes felt an insatiable hunger for it. As she and Optimus spoke, her power levels were beginning to drain and the less power she had the harder it would be to keep one side in control of the other. And ironically enough, the more tired she became, the more docile she became, so while it appeared that the Maximal side of her was connecting well with the Maximal commander, it was really his only good indication that her strength was waning.

"There is something that concerns me. As much as I connect with your Maximal side, Megatron could have just as much influence on your Predacon side if he were to find out, manipulating that part of you to take more control and join their crew instead. I'm afraid to lose you because of your condition and the fact that I have a pretty good idea how Megatron treats his troops. However, if you ever do decide to join his ranks, and you find it more comfortable to be with them, then perhaps that's where you were meant to be. Or maybe you aren't meant to be with either team. I suppose only time and significant events will tell. While our survival here is the same goal for both Predacon and Maximal allegiances, we have very different intentions and agendas,"

"The thought had occurred to me," she agreed. "But I think that my Predacon side is just as interested in my survival as my Maximal side. Obviously I can't know for sure, but I think that I might go out looking for a fight, but I don't think I'd change sides repeatedly. I think the Predacon in me knows that the other Preds are a threat. No one from Cybertron is here now, no one from Cybertron knows how to contact anyone on this planet nor does anyone here know how to contact them, but how long do you think that will last? If they ever found out I was a part of such an important experiment....important in their eyes....they'd be sure to find a way of contacting the others."

But of course, it was just a guess. She really had no idea what she'd do anymore than he did. She'd never admit it, but that really was beginning to scare her.

"At any rate, we will cross all of these bridges when we get to them."

Arachnitron nodded.

"I'll have to inform my crew of your condition so they understand what actions might need to be taken in certain circumstances should they occur. But only your condition. Would that be all right? Your history that you have so openly shared with me shall remain only with me,"

She nodded again. "If you think that is best," she said. "And, yes, I would appreciate no one knowing my previous involvement with the Predacons. The fact that I have a genetic structure that includes both factions will be frightening enough for some." She figured some might react negatively to her condition- they'd fear her or even question their commander's judgement for welcoming her. There would be few that would trust her completely and some that might be suspicious of her. She didn't care. No one had trusted her all her life, what difference did it make if they did now or not?

Icebreaker looked towards Cheetor Uh No.. but they didn't really.. attack either. They just tossed Feralnight at me and said they didn't want a fight. Internal repairs are dealing with the gyro they knocked loose from the impact, but Feralnight seems to be okay. he said rubbing his head again. Guess after all these years of head injuries finally something knocked loose. he then laughed.

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Glowstick shrugged sitting down in the pilot seat, his back tentacles moving back towards the controls for the manipulators. Save the trouble and tell me now, this isn't too hard for me to handle. Besides, I doubt the Maximals are just going to let me waltz away with this thing.. this may be the best chance you got.

He then manipulated the Leviathan's arms, having them move and grab onto the two pylons sticking out of the center of the craft, then lift it up as the ship started to float into the air, the arms then moved the ship under itself so as to not get in the way of it's guns and view for flying.

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Rhinox nodded towards Orcariner Yes. She seems to be doing fine, so why not go out with the rest of the crew and interact with her?

Seeing Icebreaker would be alright Feralnight started to head back to the Axalon shaking her head at what occurred. It really could have gone better and she had injuried her own comrade in the process. Sighing the fuzor flew on but a few new scents caught her attention and she flew lower spotting Optimus with what looked like a new member but didn't interrupt though followed two new scents curiously. One she didn't know and one that seemed a bit familiar. Coming to the Axalon she flew down to the lift as it lowered and landed on it.

As it headed up she was surprised to see Ironclaw and Aurora,"Glad you made it back safely Ironclaw." She said to the badger recognizing his scent now but Aurora she wasn't familiar with though smiled noticing she no longer was the only fuzor,"Glad to see a fellow fuzor though, Feralnight maximize." She said and transformed to her robot form smiling.