[Programming block: deleted.] The same message that Cheetor felt when his programming block was removed has also been applied to his subordinates, Primal included. Once then, they would regain their senses once more, no longer conforming to their primal urges.

"Programming block.... darn, Shockwave was right."

The emotionless scientist did not let out any kind of response whatsoever, especially when he sternly affirmed that emotions are nothing logical to him.

"That being said, I'd hate to see how this turns for the Preds, especially when their hunt has gone to bust!" Wheeljack spoke next.

"I'm sure this will end up like a wild cybergoose chase, Jack." Grimlock assured.

"Yes... I understand." Primal spoke.

"Finally, you see." Prime agreed.

"Rat! Robot! Rat! Robot!" Rattrap spouted. "I'm a robot and a rat. Yeah, yeah. I like it." now free of his programming.

"I do not see why." Dinobot replied, confused.

"You'll get there, Dino-boy." Grimlock assured.

"I get it now. Thanks, Tigatron!" Cheetor spouted in gratitude to his fellow cat. But an explosion rumbles in the distance. "And talk about 'in nick of time!"

"Oh yes, right about when the fools are close." Predaking commented sardonically.

"Remember, do not fight your beast instincts. Let them help your robot forms, both in battle and in peace."

"The same should happen to you all, Autobots. For in times like this, in peace and war, no one should forsake what they truly are as individuals so long as they are free to choose what they are." Prime assured to his subordinates, earning him quite the reception from ALL of them.

The other parties though were either indifferent or otherwise.

"But for now, let us Maximize...and slag some butt!" He transformed to Robot Mode, his comrades followed, their weapons at the ready.

"Alright, let's do it!" they all agreed, eager for retaliation

"YEAH! BREAK THEIR LEGS AND SEND THEM CRAWLING TO THEIR MAKERS, MAXIES!" Warpath cheered.

"CRUSH THOSE WIMPS LIKE THERE'S NO TOMMOROW!" Grimlock added, cheered by his fellow Dinobots.

"Beat them down till they go crying back to their holes!" Bulkhead joined in.

"Scrap them! Smash their afts wide open!" Wheeljack spoke next.

Bumblebee soothed his aching head. "Scrap. They're that eager to see some action."

Smokescreen agreed "Let it. They're always that way. The war's done them much."

With the hunt still carried on, the Predacons kept watch until Primal leaps high to transform to Robot Mode and kick Megatron off his mobile throne.

"Talk about kicking the jester off the throne." Knockout joked. Surprisingly, Megatron laughed at it amused.

The trap had been sprung as Cheetor and Tigatron jumped on Scorponok and Tarantulas, Blackarachnia had dropped the drum and took aim, but she was jumped and pinned by Dinobot.

"Now the hunted became the hunters!" Predaking smirked.

A tree falls, separating Terrorsaur and Waspinator, the pterodactyl Predacon sees Rattrap riding Rhinox as the latter transforms and tosses Rattrap at him, but the rat Predacon rolled under Terrorsaur and brandished his gun, firing a rapid barrage to knock the latter out of action.

"HA, EAT SCRAP, YOU PRED FAKES!" Grimlock taunted.

Then Rhinox swung the downed tree to launch Waspinator home-run style.

"BREAK THAT BUG'S LEGS, RHINOX!" Warpath cheered.

Primal approached the downed Megatron, yet as he was interrupted by gunfire from Inferno, Cheetor popped up and fired back, taking out the ant Predacon. Primal then picked up Megatron in a gorilla press and smashed him roughly against the ground.

Prime and Megatron just merely glanced to each other. There was a time that Megatron himself had performed such a manuever since their first encounter the first time since Optimus was reborn from Orion Pax. That was not a likeable encounter, as Prime had to walk off being smashed through ten floors of the Iacon archives by no other than Megatron himself. And kept on fighting, even if he ultimately lost.

"Didn't expect that, did ya?" Primal taunted.

But Megatron soon felt the Energon oversaturation by then as his fellow thugs are.

"Energon build up! The hunt has gone to long! Predacons, retreat!" The aforementioned party ran away in humiliation.

The victorious Maximals cheered at last.

"All right! Beast or bot, we're still the baddest." Cheetor cheered.

"YOU CAN SAY THAT, SPOTS!" Warpath agreed.

"Yeah!" Upon seeing Airazor flying in the distance with the rectifier coil in her talons, Rhinox spoke out " And it looks like things will be back to normal."

"Maybe even better!" the Maximals reveled in their victory. No longer restricted to either beast or machine, they broke past the limit that held them back to become both, to become stronger than ever.

"That being said..."

"Continue the viewing." Prime ordered.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Continue the viewing. We've decided to see this future through until the end, Omega Scion."

"Very well... another view of the future coming up..."