"NEVER question my orders! Now GO!" Megatron repeated, prompting Silverbolt reluctantly complied, transformed and chased Cheetor.
"Inferno! You bring Quickstrike and follow me!" he suggested, as Inferno obeyed. "Megatron! Flight Mode!" He transformed to Beast Mode and flew, taking pursuit of the trespassing Cheetor. Quickstrike rode Inferno like a ride and yelled out a cowboy's phrase as they joined in the pursuit.
Outnumbered, Cheetor realized. "Aw man, I'm leadin' a Pred parade! Well, let's see if they can follow THIS leader!" Seeing a trench below, he dived down to fly into the trench, making exceptional manuevers to avoid the natural obstacles in his path. Silverbolt followed after, transformed and prepared shoulder missiles apparent in his wings and fired at Cheetor, but he veered out of the way, causing the missiles to destroy a stone pilar, causing it to fall on Silverbolt instead.
Silverbolt grumbled, seeing his descendant taking orders from Megatron, no less.
"Oh yeah! Nothing like cat speed an' cornerin' ability..." but Cheetor looked back to see Megatron bulldozing his way though the stone pilars.
"So while Cheetor has speed and manueverability at his side, Megatron has strength and endurance." Jetfire surmised.
"An obvious contrast to how both take flight, Jetfire." Ratchet commented.
"Uh, except maybe brute force! Jets! Maximum burn!" Cheetor's flight jets moved at maximum speed. Then he tried to hail his fellow Maximals "This is Cheetor! Code one emergency!"
"Oh sure, like things weren't bad enough." Rattrap sighed then asked Cheetor "What have you done now?!"
"Ran into a Pred nest in Delta Quadrant! Couple new nasties, plus Megs himself! They're on my tail!" Cheetor replied hastily.
"Pussycat, you really know how to tickle my joystick." Rattrap cuts off comms. "Oooh kay. We'll lay out th' welcome mat. Sentinel! Autoguns online." he presses a few buttons to activate defenses. "Stand ready for full alert." then turned to Rhinox. "yo, Rhinox. Sorry t' interrupt yer nap, but company's com-"
[Danger! Unit Rhinox's core consciousness has extended beyond measurable limits. Any disturbance will result in permanent loss of Spark.]
"Oh sure, now there's some great timin' for ya!" Rattrap replied sarcastically.
"Perfect, Rhinox is too deep in that thing. No way he can help out." Bulkhead commented.
Dinobot soon arrived in the Axalon. "What is happening? Sentinel is on alert!" he barked while holding one of the Golden Disks behind him.
"Hey! Chopperface! Where you been!? Out savin' the universe or something?" Rattrap asked.
"Possibly, yes." Then Dinobot asked "Now what is the emergency?" as an arsenal of weapons come in between both him and Rattrap.
"Oh, nothin' much." Rattrap then asessed to Dinobot "Let's see: Rhinox is off chasin' comets with his mind, and Cheetor's bringin' a squad of Preds home t'play. 'Course, if they hit this place, Big Green there goes permanently offline."
"Well, well..." a heavily armed Dinobot replied "Then we must take the fight... to the enemy!" and passes a machine pistol to Rattrap. He agreed by loading his weapon.
"YEAH!!!" The Dinobots shouted at seeing the one named after them go into battle as if he's prepared for war.
"BLAST THEM BACK TO THE RUST AGE, MAXIMALS!" Warpath cheered.
"Who cares if they got new guys? The Maxies will see them buried to their graves!" Wheeljack commented.
"AHEM!" coughed out Silverbolt.
"Uhh, here's to hoping that Max-Bolt will change his mind and go with the Maximals..."
"That's better."
Coming down the Axalon, Rattrap transformed. "Brodie mode! Maximum rubber-burn!" and sped off like a hot rod going at full speed, leaving Dinobot in the dust.
"Accursed rodent." Dinobot cursed.
Rattrap boosted forward to see Megatron closing in towards Cheetor.
"Oh no ya don't, ya fan-fannied freak!" Rattrap transformed and fired off potshots at Megatron. One at least managed to hit Megatron's propulsion engines, knocking the Predacon crime lord off flight as he fell to the ground.
But he managed to land safely. As soon as Rattrap and Cheetor regrouped, he hailed his minions "Predacons! Regroup around my position!"
In Tarantulas' lair, the mad genius slowly closed in towards a progressively frightened Blackarachnia.
"So. You're a big bad Transmetal now, huh? Well, I'll still hose your head with high-powered ammo if you come another step closer." she threatened aiming a weapon at him.
"I think not!" Tarantulas retorted sadistically. Suddenly, Blackarachnia's armed hand moved towards her head against her will.
"What the?" asked Cliffjumper.
"What is he doing?" Arcee asked.
"Witless widow! I left a psychic link between us. Even in this body, I can still control you!" Tarantulas then wickedly cackled.
"This will mean that Tarantulas can effectively control Blackarachnia whichever he wishes
Thankfully for Blackarachnia, a call comes forth "This is Megatron calling Predacon base!"
"This is Tarantulas." he responded.
"Ah, excellent! You are back online... and a Transmetal as well! Yes..." Megatron gleefully relished.
"Yohoo! Waspinator here too!" Tarantulas turned to a recently recovered Waspinator. "Lizard-bot invade base, but Waspinator-" he tried to report.
Megatron cuts him off "Silence! Just converge on my coordinates! It is time to finish off the Maximals for good!"
The Autobots were now shocked. Without the aid of Tigatron and Airazor, and with Rhinox effectively in hiatus... the Maximals were outnumbered.
The Renegatrons looked with nostalgia. That was the usual Decepticon tactic, brute force and immense numbers.
In high noon, having set aside his fusion cannon to wait for his minions, Megatron pulled out something akin to a pocket watch; a Solarium.
Megatron looked with a smile on his face, he once had such a device to time his assaults before. It was a shame he lost a copy of a Solarium in the war for Cybertron.
Megatron then looked as Inferno and Quickstrike arrived. On the Maximal side, Rattrap was looking out while Cheetor prepared his weapons. As Dinobot arrived, loading his shotgun. And Rhinox is on the process of accessing transwarp space to reach Optimus Primal. As Silverbolt and Tarantulas arrived at Megatron's side, Rhinox gritted his teeth focusing deeply still.
As the Solarium reaches it's timer counted out, Megatron nodded to his minions. Rattrap loaded bullets in his machine pistol. With Dinobot at the helm, him and Cheetor go out, prepared to face the numerically superior Predacons. In a stand off, momentarily, they both Maximals and Predacons draw their weapons against each other.
Time will tell... if the Maximals will survive this or not.
The Autobots looked with silence, but... "We will look further, Omega Scion." Prime said.
"As you wish."
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