"OC Episode #5.5 Side Saga"

[starshadow]

Visia hissed after her gun was shot off from her hand and shrieked when all her tentacles were cut off. A lot of mech fluid were splattered on the wall with the creature panting. Suddenly, eight tentacles were around her. What is this predacon going to do with her? His beak?! Visia immediately retracted her cables that were connected inside the body and quickly escaped through the mouth before the body was bitten.

Taking slow and deep breaths to calm herself while flying in the air with her bat-like wings, she growled and left the area and found a door, transforming into her true form and kicked the door open. (WEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! It's Sonar's lab! Plotting revenge is sooooo fun!) If she could remember what the super reactive chemical looked like in Cecaelia's memory (yep, the chemical that Inferno's itchy fingers touched), she would use it against the squidbot.

[VISIA- weakened]
(same as Star's)

Weapons:
- Hair cable blades (x6)
- Laser machine gun

Abilities:
- Able to climb walls and ceilings
- Fly

Weakness:
- Bright light (brightness of strong sunlight)
- High voltage of electricity
- A large dose of tranquilizer

A ball of light behind at a dark corner caught her attention, Visia walked towards it and slowly moved a hand around the spark and caught it, slowly squeezing it.

[NaitoKage]

As Visia escaped, Glowstick looked towards his sword on the floor grabbing it with one of his tentacles and powering the weapon down. Radar and radio communications started to work again, though it did no good in such a cramped area, the walls limited the radar range to that of a room. But that didn't matter.

Glowstick activated his communications package sending out a text message to Steelclaw. " Hey, Kinda busy with this monster.. I saw another spark heading towards another room in the quarters of the base. Try to find it if you can."

He then accessed the mainframe of the Darksyde, remembering some tricks he'd learned from Frilla, he linked into a live video feed from Sonar's room. His optics narrowed under his goggles as he saw Visia with the spark, swiftly devising a plan. He accessed the room's chemical sensor, and room speakers.

Suddenly the Darksyde's computer spoke up in the room as a few nozzles descended Warning.. Fire detected.

The nozzles then discharged a thick powdery mist, the density of the mist appearing to interfere with radio wavelengths and obscuring Visia's vision once again, even the smell was disgustingly synthetic. Music then started to play on the speakers in the room (Megumi Hayashibara- Give a Reason http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xL75aBBar64)

Glowstick then activated his communication's holographic projector,he tilted in the air moving floating low to the ground mere inches from it while the holographic image of himself projected from his right feeder arm, he stretched his arm, then started to float in through the doorway and into the room, moving underneath a table silently. His arm then slithered retracting in length, giving the illusion of a shadowy figure at the door of the room.

The whole situation presented to Visia was unusual, distorting her sense of hearing, smell, vision, and even more mechanical sensory. However it would leave one to question.. if Glowstick had this much control over the base, just how much influence did he have? The automatic defenses as well? The Darksyde was a death trap, she'd of been better off having her little game in the forest or somewhere outside his mechanical grasp.

[starshadow]

Visia put a hand on her face and sighed, putting the spark inside her spark chamber, "I'm beginning to lose my patience, Glowstick." she touched the walls to guided herself to the table of chemicals and tooked some flasks with her hands and her hair cables of blades and took small and silent steps.

"You're making this easy, cheater..oh wait, I didn't put that rule," she looked at the shadow figure and threw a flask at it, the figure didn't flinch or move to avoid it. Something is just not right.

"Oops! I think I made a mess!" she started throwing the chemical filled flask in every direction while hovering in the air. Few of the chemicals was melting the floor, "and you have three and a half minutes left," Visia laughed evily and coughed. With all that smell and chemical vapours, it was killing her nose. Flapping her wings harder to clear the mist away from her and flew out to get the second spark.

[Phoenix]

Nemesis groaned and dropped to one knee for a moment as Optimus kick knocked her balance off. Growling, she used her hands to support herself so that she could push herself back up to a standing position. As she once again fixed her gaze on the Maximal, she found herself staring straight into the shoulder cannons that were now aimed at her.

For the moment, the Predacon stood down, merely tilting her head and smiling a bit at the Maximal in front of her.

"Not bad, Optimus," she told him without making any attempt to move. "But if you expect me to beg for my life, I'm afraid I must disappoint. I have faced termination before. And trust me.. There are worse things out there than death. "

"But if I don't leave this cell in one piece, I guarantee that you won't be leaving here at all. No one is going to harm you while you're here unless you give them a reason to, and right now I am this close to throwing you into stasis lock."

So he was not planning on attempting a kill.. Typical Maximal behavior, she reckoned, since she doubted she would hesitate to fire if she'd been the one holding the weapons. His words meant very little to her, however, since she had meant what she told him about there being worse things than dying.. and certainly than ending up in stasis lock for a while. No doubt it would hurt to be shot at this close range, but even in the frigid temperatures they had turned her cell down to earlier her repair system would fix the issues. It would just take a while longer.

"Go ahead, if that's what you feel like."

She finally moved, taking a step closer to him. Her movements were slowed, her voice sounding soft and for a brief moment almost fragile.

"But know I was only trying to defend myself. I have nothing against you, Optimus. Never did. Who knows.. if we weren't on opposing sides, maybe we could even have been.. friends..?"

She stopped right in front of him, smiling as she slowly started to reach out her hand.

"Maybe not.."

Nemesis had made her choice. At this point she really had nothing to lose.

The female proceeded to whirl around, spreading her wings rapidly as she did in an attempt to smack them into Primal's cannons hard enough to disrupt his aim. As she did, she also crouched down and swung out her leg in another attempt to knock him off his feet. If she could get a hold of his weapons, perhaps she'd be able to negotiate for her freedom.. If not.. well.. She didn't want to think about the alternative right now.

[Blackrosefencer]

OOC: Sorry for the wait, Mondays are my late nights at work (until I switch jobs!!!)....

"I only know that a former Decepticon called Nemesis, now a Predacon and currently in the brig, attacked my new comrades and seriously damaged you and a friend of ours called Whitegrazer. What all transpired I cannot exactly explain I was on another mission at the time a little before you went to talk to Optimus I left."

Arachnitron listened carefully watching Wintersong for any indication that she was hiding anything, but she honestly appeared to know only what she had said. If Arachnitron had wanted to talk to Optimus, who Wintersong described as the Maximal's leader, then it must have been the Maximal programming in control. What had she discussed with him? Did she tell him about her alters? If so, what had he said in response? Wintersong looked thoughtful as she finished her statement and then continued:

"We won't force you to stay here Arachnitron, your obviously not comfortable among the crew. I wasn't even suppose to be here myself but they grow on you after a while. Guess what I am trying to say is you don't have to be on either faction, certainly even Optimus would not force you. He's an understanding leader and I'm sure he would respect your decision if you wanted to leave."

She hadn't said anything indicating specifically that she knew about Arachnitron's alters, but she had kind of hinted. "You don't have to be on either faction," she had said to the spider...implying that she realized there was something different about Arachnitron or at least that she knew of her dual-lineage. Of course, that didn't necessarily mean that she did know, but it certainly sounded like it. So Arachnitron would have to just play it safe for a while until she was sure one way or the other.

Arachnitron met Wintersong's gaze. "We shall see," she answered. It wasn't a no and it wasn't a yes. The decision to stay or leave was certainly complicated. Who got to choose? The Maximal certainly would want to stay amongst her own kind. The Predacon would want to leave. She would probably go rogue, but that would certainly make her a target for both sides, wouldn't it? The Hybrid didn't really care one way or the other. She was content just playing by ear (so to speak). She had no preference in the matter.

"Here let's go check out the forest, you might like it better then all the rocks around here. It's actually pretty nice."

Arachnitron merely nodded in response. For now, she would just follow wherever the tiger would lead her. It appeared that, for now anyway, her alters were at peace with each other. Might as well take advantage of that fact and enjoy her time in control...however long that would last....

[Wintersong]

Wintersong nodded as Arachnitron spoke and after a bit reached the tree line a little ways from the base, but she still kept watch on the Axalon for signs of anyone coming from the ship to check on why they were out. The tigeress was more then ready to explain the reason for coming outside, after all it wasn't a crime to come outside for a little bit to clear your thoughts and it never hurt to be outside the ship. Turning her attention back to the forest Wintersong took a deep breathe, taking in the scents of the forest and sighed in content as the forest was always calming, putting one's mind at ease despite some dangers. "Of all the places on this planet the forests and some of the mountains are by far the most amazing and beautiful here, quite a sight to see in some places. And like ebfore Cybertron couldn't compare." She said not taking her eyes off the forest for a long moment before finally looking at Arachnitron.

Though her head turned sharply as some leaves rustled, the tigeress' ears going back against her 'skull' for a moment as she stepped forward and swiped her paw along the shrubs and jumped back as a few startled birds fluttered out. Relaxing she only chuckled,"Of course you have the unexpected chances of running into some creature at any point." She added flicking her tail rather enjoying the tour. She even realized this was the most she had done to really help another cybertronian since she had been there and Wintersong began to wonder if she should have made a better effort to get to know the crew instead of turning her back to them.

[Alak]

Orcariner saw Ironclaw enter the brig and call for Optimus.

"He's preoccupied with the prisoner," the sentry replied in his leader's place, "Neither of us are allowed to leave him so the best officer to report to will be Rhinox."

He quickly glimpsed at his scanners.

"Neither Maximal is far out anyway. It's possible that they may have gone out for a breather."

Orcariner definitely could relate to the desire of leaving the base every once and a while. The ship was built for science and exploration, and therefore, it was not intended for soldier-class Maximals of his awkward size. Indicating at his larger stature for Ironclaw, Orcariner added.

"Not all of us are comfortable staying in doors. Still, page Rhinox to the bridge and he'll be with you shortly."

The orca's attention returned to the door. He realized that his swords were still drawn and the anxiety of Optimus' absence returned. Orcariner turned back to Ironclaw and tried his hardest to refrain from sounding rude as he delivered an order.

"Go ahead and leave now," he said, "It's not safe for you to be here, and close the door on the way out. It should automatically lock once shut."

Rattrap and Orcariner both had something Ironclaw lacked: combat experience. If Nemesis had succeeded in exiting the cell, the two guards alone would be more than enough to launch her into stasis lock... if not worse. However, with the smaller Ironclaw as the inexperienced rookie, he posed a liability of being held hostage. It was easy for soldiers to spy fresh bodies through their unsure stances, unconfident speech patterns, and slow reactions to danger. With untold centuries of experience from previous wars, Orcariner had no doubt that Nemesis would recognize a viable hostage as soon as she broke the plane of the cell and use Ironclaw's body as a shield against Sentinel and the Maximal guards. It was prudent that he should leave at once. Orcariner also made a mental note to ask Rhinox to change the security settings on who was allowed to enter the brig. The fact that a complete newbie was able to have security clearance was unnerving to the giant. With the topic of security in mind, the killer whale quickly turned to Rattrap.

"Rattrap, what's the situation inside the cell?"

[Mystrea]

Ironclaw didn't even look at Orcariner, he kept his eyes on Optimus's back then lowered his gaze to the ground. "Ok" He said still not looking at him but just turning aroung to leave.

Ironclaw paused when he heard Orcariner's last remark. He didn't act on it, it fustrated him for a second but he let it go. He could sense the condesending tone and realised that he was prabably right. He shouldn't get involved with anything serious. Ironclaw "paged" Rhinox then made his way to his quarters.

On his way to his quarters he saw Aurora heading for the CR chambers. She was walking away from him. He watched her for a moment and decided not to go after her. Earliers he just stood by as he passed her. Not a word. He went back to his quarters.

[Blackrosefencer]

Arachnitron continued to follow Wintersong into the forest ahead of them. She talked a lot about the forest and its beauty. Again, it wasn't the beauty the former pred was drawn to, it was the mystery and wonder of the forest that intrigued her. She enjoyed the solitude and the seclusion.

As she talked, though, Wintersong constantly looked over her shoulder towards the base. She was nervous, but about what? About being here alone with Arachnitron? Had her warning made an impression on the tiger, after all? Or was she worried about getting into trouble with the others for leaving without notifying anyone? Getting into trouble didn't scare Arachnitron. Especially since, she was among Maximals. Maximals lectured. She had survived worse than that.

Just then, some leaves rustled in the bushes next to them. Wintersong's ears laid flat against her head. Arachnitron froze in mid-step and all eight eyes darted to the left in the direction of the rustling. The tiger swiped at the shrubs and then jumped as a few birds flew over her head. Wintersong chuckled. Without even realizing she was doing it, Arachnitron chuckled softly too.

"Of course you have the unexpected chances of running into some creature at any point."

"At least it wasn't a pred," the spider answered light-heartedly.

Though she would never admit it outright, Arachnitron thought she might grow to like this place. And she was secretly relieved that, despite her warning, Wintersong hadn't shied away and didn't seem to be afraid. For all of her life, everyone had stayed away from her- locked her up in a cell and left her to her own defenses. But Wintersong was the first to give her a real chance at having normal interactions with others. Of course, she hadn't really been the first, just the first that Arachnitron's current personality remembered.

Thus far, the only thing out of the ordinary that happened was that Arachnitron's Hybrid programming was still in control and had been for a good while. Perhaps this was because they were outdoors where the atmosphere was calming and relaxing to both of them. No one else was around and there were no threats from their enemies to spark a sudden change in the spider's mood. Or perhaps it was the sixth sense the tigress seemed to have for how to handle Arachnitron's unstable personality. Wintersong was keeping just enough distance between them to make Arachnitron feel comfortable and she wasn't attempting to carry on a conversation which would have made the former Predacon feel awkward and uneasy.

[Optimal Optimus Primal]

(( OOC: Just for some clarification:

@ Mystrea: OP is inside of Nemesis' cell, so Ironclaw wouldn't be able to see or hear Optimus at all, nor would OP be able to hear or see anyone beyond the cell.

@ Phoenix: OP did not engage his shoulder-mounted missile launchers, he only activated his duel-barrel wrist cannons on one of his arms. After all, he wouldn't use his larger projectiles in such a small enclosure. ))

"Not bad, Optimus," "But if you expect me to beg for my life, I'm afraid I must disappoint. I have faced termination before. And trust me.. There are worse things out there than death. "

Beg for her life? What was she talking about? All Primal wanted was for her to step away and stop this senseless fighting. It wasn't going to get her anywhere, and he had hoped that when he pulled out one of his weapons, she'd think twice and stand down. She must have been really desperate to get out from this confined space.

"Go ahead, if that's what you feel like." "But know I was only trying to defend myself. I have nothing against you, Optimus. Never did. Who knows.. if we weren't on opposing sides, maybe we could even have been.. friends..?"

Defending herself? Wait a minute. He was defending himself from her attack, not the other way around. He glared at Nemesis at the last part of her statement. He doubted that. Her words were meant to be a distraction. As the Predacon stepped toward him, the Maximal's aim did not waver from its target, despite his aching throat and bleeding hand. Anger was gradually beginning to take hold the more damage she caused on him.

"Maybe not.."

Noticing her hand reaching out, it was enough of a decoy to draw his optics to that and away from her face for only a split second so that she could pull off another manuever. When Nemesis spun around and opened her wings, one of them smacked his hand with his cannons drawn and pushed his entire arm out to his side, completely disrupting his aim but he did not fire. Followed by her foot sweeping the floor, her kick knocked him off of his feet and Optimus instinctively tried breaking his fall with his injured hand, landing on it but the immediate pain caused him to collapse all the way and roll on to his side. Growling, he leaned up, raised his arm, and quickly fired one shot at her leg and then another at one of her wings with his cannons. "This is pointless, Nemesis! I'm the only one with access to that door. If I fail to leave this cell alive, my Maximals will be forced to drop the temperatures so cold that it'll freeze your spark, and leave you helpless and completely alone in the dark with your demons. Would that be far worse than death for you? Back off!" If she did, she'd have a far greater chance of being released unharmed. Why wouldn't would she take it? Was it really her memories and claustrophobia that bothered her so badly that she'd rather try and kill him and end up being their prisoner until they finally left that planet than just sit down and wait for her release?

(( OOC: Not sure how long you want to keep going with this, Phoenix. You don't want her escaping just yet, do you? ))

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"Excuse me Optimus, but two.... Bots have just left the base without authorisation. Including that....Acachton? Actaeon or whatever her name is."

Looking up from the monitor, Rattrap blinked as he saw Ironclaw wandering into the brig. Eh? Orcariner immediately assessed the situation, though.

"He's preoccupied with the prisoner," "Neither of us are allowed to leave him so the best officer to report to will be Rhinox." "Neither Maximal is far out anyway. It's possible that they may have gone out for a breather." "Not all of us are comfortable staying in doors. Still, page Rhinox to the bridge and he'll be with you shortly." "Go ahead and leave now," "It's not safe for you to be here, and close the door on the way out. It should automatically lock once shut."

"Ok"

"Rookies," Rattrap casually commented after the honey badger exited the brig, shutting the door behind him. Poor guy. He knew he was just trying to help but Ironclaw didn't understand the severity of Nemesis being on the premises.

"Rattrap, what's the situation inside the cell?"

Gluing his bright red optics to the screen again, he answered, "Uh, they keep slappin' each other around but Optimus ain't caving. Whoa! He just fired at her. So he's either tryin' ta put 'er in her place or get her ta back off long enough so that he can open the door and get out. You know, after this nice little visit they've been havin', I doubt he'll ever visit her again. Too bad, too, 'cause had she been nicer, he might've given her a little teddy bear to snuggle with," Rattrap smirked. "Think we should drop the temp? It's warmed up a bit now and any damage Optimus causes her, her nanobots are just gonna repair it as fast as they can." He hated not knowing what they were saying in that cell.

[Wintersong]

"Indeed, some of them aren't the most sane bots but quite a few would lie in wait. It's kind of intimidating when a few of them are actually quite intelligant enough to come up with an ambush." Wintersong said, the thought making her think for a moment if they should be on alert or to relax. Looking up at the birds that had fluttered to the trees she thought against the notion to be alert, there had been no signs of danger and with hardly a breeze a scent would have been easy to detect, not to mention they would likely be signs of a Predacon by now. Shaking her head Wintersong told herself they were in no danger and though she kept some distance between her and Arachnitron she felt no threat, no fear, no worries, even with the arachnid.

Just this short time outside Wintersong began to feel that the others, or a few of the other Maximals, might overeact to Arachnitron having a maximal and predacon side even though this one seemed rather neutral. Unless maybe she had a third? Indeed if she did Wintersong was surprised a bot could have three personalities yet they didn't all seem to get along that well but perhaps the out doors were helping a bit to allow the femme to calm her nerves since coming to the organic planet. Thoughtful of this Wintersong continued to walk along the tree line again, "That's about most of the territory is like aorund our base, forest, barren land of rock, and the waterfall with some vegetation. The rest is farther from ehre where to have meadows, grasslands, mountains, and a few arctic areas along with the oceans. Quite a diverse environment this planet has and so many places to explore, its incredible." She said glancing back at the spider.

[Blackrosefencer]

OOC: I foresee these two getting into trouble together a lot... lol

BIC:

Arachnitron already regretted saying anything about Predacons. Wintersong seemed a bit jumpy all of a sudden. As though, Arachnitron had pointed out something that had not occurred to the tigress before. She looked around suddenly on high alert for preds, but when she found none, the tiger relaxed. Arachnitron looked at the ground with an almost disappointed expression on her face. Not disappointed that they hadn't found any preds, but that she had said something to change the whole mood of the walk. It usually happened that way...that's why she kept her mouth shut.

Arachnitron's eye-color dulled slightly with her sudden change of mood. They were still green, just not quite as bright. Her eyes gave away a lot of secrets with their constant darkening and dulling.

But if she had thought she changed the mood of the walk, what Wintersong had said next changed it that much more.

"Indeed, some of them aren't the most sane bots but quite a few would lie in wait. It's kind of intimidating when a few of them are actually quite intelligent enough to come up with an ambush."

At first, the Hybrid was a little offended. After all, she had been a Predacon once and she considered herself to be fairly intelligent just mentally unstable. But, mental instabilities certainly didn't have anything to do with intelligence. But she left the anger pass her. She knew Wintersong meant nothing by it; in fact, she probably didn't even know that Arachnitron was a former Predacon or that part of her was still a Predacon. And that part of her certainly couldn't let that comment pass by unchallenged.

Wintersong had looked away after her comment and began walking again explaining about the other areas on the planet, but Arachnitron didn't hear her. When she looked away, Arachnitron's eyes flashed red quickly and narrowed angrily.

"I'll show you who's not intelligent enough to come up with an ambush," the Predacon thought to herself. But almost as quickly as she had appeared, the Predacon disappeared, lying in wait until they went further and further into the forest.

Her eight eyes changed back to green. She sighed as she realized her Hybrid programming was in control again, but she was in a state of panic. She could sense the Predacon was up to something. She couldn't let Wintersong stay in the forest with her any longer. Her mind raced as she thought of something to do. But the more and more she panicked, the less and less control the Hybrid had over the body. And the more and more control, the Maximal programming began to have which infuriated the Predacon to no end.

Arachnitron froze. Her spider eyes were still green, but they were wide with terror. The Maximal looked at the white tiger in front of her and remembered her as the same bot from earlier when she panicked by the tree. She could feel the familiar pain surging through her circuits as the Predacon tried to resurface. She had to warn Wintersong.

"No! Wintersong, you have to get out of here. Get back to base!" the Maximal shouted. She cried out in pain. If Wintersong just got back to the base, the Predacon would go back to being dormant. But the pain was so crippling, Arachnitron didn't know how much time the tiger had....

[Blazemane]

Hey, Kinda busy with this monster.. I saw another spark heading towards another room in the quarters of the base. Try to find it if you can.

"On it," Steelclaw replied, and took off down the hall.

He quickly made it to the end of hall with the quarters, having not found any randomly floating sparks there, and turned the corner to run to the Darksyde's processing center.

Once he made it there, he desperately looked around, but didn't find anything in that room either. He was about to leave when he caught a flash of something. He turned and saw a spark hovering behind one of the tall stacks of computers just before it floated out of his view.

He ran back behind column and then got a full look at the spark. He then recognized two problems: one, the spark was too high for him to reach; and two, he didn't have anything to properly grab it with. He knew he couldn't just use his bare hands.

He noticed a large, cylindrical glass container sitting on a desk nearby holding some piece of technology he wasn't really familiar with at that moment. Hoping he wouldn't, for some reason or another, hear about it from Scorponok later on, he hastily removed the device from the glass and then ran over to the column before kicking the bottom computer.

When that computer rotated sideways, the second one didn't have enough support, and it fell, taking the whole rest of the stack with it to create an abstract heap on the floor (and one of the most horrendous sounds Steelclaw had heard in his life). He knew he would be hearing from Scorponok about that.

The highest point in the collection of overturned computers was only about the height of one and a half of the computers alone, but that was enough.

Steelclaw climbed to that point, jumped as high as he could manage, and just barely got the glass over the spark, bringing it down with him as he plummeted back down to the side of the heap. He slammed awkwardly on the edge of one of the computers and then hit the ground hard, but once he came to a stop, he saw that he had kept the glass in tact.

He quickly sealed the cover on top of the container and started jogging back down the halls.

"Glowstick, I've got one of the sparks," he answered on his com-link. "You need help with anything else? How much time do we have?"

[Wintersong]

((Lol likely so))

Looking back when Arachnitron froze Wintersong tilted her head in curiosity, wondering what was wrong. Though she had noticed the color in Arachnitron's eyes had dimmed and before the tigeress knew it the maximal personality was warning her to run. But why? Thinking a moment Wintersong realized just what had caused the sudden change,"Arachnitron I'm not leaving. Look I didn't mean all Predacons in general I meant the ones on the Darkside, sure I should have worded that better then I did but your an intelligent femme and more then capable of exceeding even them." Wintersong said quickly knowing she had made a mistake, a big one. Maybe if clearing this up of what she meant then a fight could be avoided, the last thing she wanted to do was send the spider into the CR chamber again or send her in stasis lock also, which she knew that would cause some trouble later with the rest of the crew, especially Optimus.

Wintersong again looked at the spider, trying to be calm and not let the paniced warning get to her or well she was trying. "I admit many Predacons are very brillant bots okay? If I offended you in anyway I am sorry, I don't have the best timing nor am I good with words." She reassured her and remaining relaxed to show she wasn't meaning to be hostile in any way.

[Alak]

"Uh, they keep slappin' each other around but Optimus ain't caving. Whoa! He just fired at her. So he's either tryin' ta put 'er in her place or get her ta back off long enough so that he can open the door and get out. You know, after this nice little visit they've been havin', I doubt he'll ever visit her again. Too bad, too, 'cause had she been nicer, he might've given her a little teddy bear to snuggle with,"

"..."

Slapping? Shots fired?

"Rattrap!" Orcariner exclaimed in a panic, "Why didn't you say anything when all this was happening?!"

The rodent had been looking into the monitor since Optimus had locked himself inside the cell, but Rattrap never spoke of any conflict. Orcarciner had his worries, but the lack of audible concern on his smaller companion's end at least implied that everything was alright. The whale mentally added "install hidden mic" to his check-list so that prisoner sounds would be heard. The whole sound-proof cell was more annoying than he had presumed in the first place. If Nemesis somehow hacked the mic, then at least she'll get to hear the Maximals trash talk behind her back.

"We have to do something!" his optics darted between the cell door and Rattrap, "We can't just leave him in there to fight by himself!"

How many shots were fired? Were they his? I confiscated all of Nemesis' weapons, right?

"Think we should drop the temp? It's warmed up a bit now and any damage Optimus causes her, her nanobots are just gonna repair it as fast as they can."

Orcariner took the rat's advice without hesitation. He rushed towards the thermostat and shut it down to below freezing temperatures. Optimus was strong enough to survive in such conditions so he could easily leave the cell. If the weakened Nemesis should follow, Orcariner would gladly kick her in the face to keep her from escaping.