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Yeah, that's pretty much it in a nutshell, Blackrosefencer.

By the way, don't forget Optimus put Arachnitron's weapons away in the area of the CR chambers. They're hidden (like in a little storage cabinet or some place; I know I wasn't specific when I posted it, so just make it up if you have her begin looking for them, LoL), but only Optimus knows exactly where they are. He did that on purpose in case her Predacon personality would surface and start harming the Maximals.
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For a moment, Nemesis looked a little disappointed. Now what? Was it because Optimus didn't respond to her life story? With the snarl she gave him earlier when he tried offering her his sympathy, what did she expect? Maybe he should be the "better" bot and look past it, though, as well as past her allegiance and just treat her like he would anyone else when it came to lending his audio sensors to them. After all, it wasn't like him to be cold. Primal was known for his compassion and kindness, but right now it felt like he was tarnishing his image. Whether or not his words would have any effect on Nemesis, it didn't matter. He should express his thoughts and emotions and let the Predacon know that he understood as much as he could about her past and why she was the way she was.
"So you are not intending on harming either personality, but letting her make that decision for herself. Seems reasonable enough."
Well, it seemed she wasn't going to elaborate or offer any advice on the matter. It didn't surprise the Maximal leader who was figuring that if Nemesis had any influence on Arachnitron, she would just encourage her Predacon programming to take full control just because it was more aggressive or because it was Predacon, which completely disreguarded everything he had just shared with her. If the Maximal programming had been given the chance to develop more, Arachnitron could be just as confident in her Maximal personality and a lot less violent than her Predacon side. The two clashing personalities merely proved Primal's point again about how some Predacons had such irratic behavior, much like what Nemesis had shown earlier, and were only seeking domination and inflicting pain on anyone who stood in their way. Why couldn't they just get along? A thought crossed his mind, then. What if they could somehow extract one of the programmings and move it to a blank protoform? Could something like that even be done? Would they have to splice her spark in order to do it? Optimus was no expertise with such matters, but he could ask Rhinox about the idea and see if anything like that was even possible. Maybe Arachnitron would be interested in that approach, although it did sound extremely risky but then her Maximal programming would finally be free of her Predacon programming torturing her every day and every night. If both programming had been combined in order to create her, might they have been separate at one point before hand? And if so, could it be reversed?
"Which brings me to a question closer to home.." "What do you intend on doing with me?"
"Predacon or Maximal, no one should have to go through what you have experienced, especially at such an early age," Optimus began. He would give her an answer soon enough to her question, but first he wanted to return to his warmer and more gentle side now that the tension seemed to have subsided just a little between them.
"I can not imagine the childhood you had, Nemesis. To be put through such torment and anguish, and having no control over your fate or the decision to say no to the experiments so you could have your freedom." His voice was soft and considerate, genuinely sharing his care and concern for her. His life had been very different and could not relate to her's at all. He could not know the pain and fear that she had endured, as well as Arachnitron.
"It is has defined who you are today, and if I had the power to take down these so-called 'scientists' who are performing these experiments so that no one else would have to suffer such an ordeal, I would." Whether she really cared about it or not, he didn't know. It would be pretty selfish not to. Primal had gained some connections when he was entrusted with the mission to dump Protoform X on some uninhabited planet, even standing by on the sidelines and witnessing the guards trying to restrain the indestructible bot, but unfortunately there was no way home right now to do anything about this ever-growing and unethical problem. And also assuming there was any influence he could have at all on the matter seeing how far down he was in the food chain. He would try, though, because he believed it was wrong to test and experiment on these bots - sparklings, for Primus's sake! - who weren't even given the choice to live their lives the way they should've been lived. Absolutely horrible.
"However, despite your past, you've grown into an intelligent bot. You know right from wrong, and when you attempted to take my crews' lives as well as my own, that was wrong. Some believe Nightmist's death should be justified by taking yours since she had no choice about what happened to her because of your size and power, and possibly your unstable mentality after being activated. What you did to her almost doesn't sound too different from what the scientists did to you," Optimus said thoughtfully, putting a different spin on what had happened now that he knew more about Nemesis' past, and offering an opening for her to explain what happened that day when she became a Predacon and was reformatted thanks to Nightmist, if she could recall.
"But I still believe it was accidental, which is the only reason why you're still breathing right now," hinting that now her life was in his hands like his was in hers and hers was in the scientists' so long ago. His Maximals couldn't touch her either without disobeying him and suffering the consequences. Unlike many of Megatron's troops, Primal's crew was loyal to him.
"I've been seeking for remorse and comprehension to your merciless and unthinkable actions for every encounter we've faced with you. I understand the roots to your bitterness, hatred and anger, but my Maximals and I are not the ones who performed those experiments on you." He paused for a second before his voice grew a little more firm.
"Your intentions to kill us earlier with your grenades has greatly darkened my perspective on you, and I fear you will try it again. So until I decide on what to do about this, you will remain here alone in this cell to think about what you're doing in this war that's not even necessarily yours to wage," although he figured it was because she needed assistance from the Predacons, and an opportunity to find a vessel to leave this planet,
"and how taking any of my Maximals' lives justifies your past or future." Primal then added,
"What you have told me remains between us. You have my word." Optimus was just about wrapping up his "visit" with her. Unless she had anything else to add, he was ready to step out and leave her all alone with her claustrophobia in the dark and very cold cell again.