New chapter!
Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers unfortunately.
Warnings: fighting
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Chapter 53
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His tires scraped against the ground as he drove over the rocky, unstable terrain of the mountain range, scanning for energy signatures of those residents of the base or hostile unidentifiable ones. Magnus felt like he was going to have a spark attack as he drove at the highest speed his alt. mode allowed.
He may not be showing it in his driving, but on the inside the SIC of the Prime was having a near spark attack of fear for the young mech and his offspring. What if he didn't get there in time? What if Maximum had a miscarriage? What if the Predacon killed one of the Cybertronians?
A burst of light suddenly appeared from out of one of the crevices.
Be safe, be safe, be safe… the mantra went through his helm over and over as he floored the gas pedal and zoomed off towards the source of those flames.
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The Predacon roared as he was easily smacked aside by the femme with a mere backhand. She growled at him, her green optics flashing as she got straight back into her battle stance. He rolled his shoulders and with a shake of his helm, he charged at her again.
She dodged him when he took a swipe at her, then there was a loud crack, followed by a burning back forming on one of his wings. He dug his talons into the ice as his opponent once again stood and waited for him to strike again. Ah, so she was playing the defensive.
He gave his back an arch, growling softly as he raised his wings high. The femme kept her wings close to her body. Good. He would so hate to damage them….
Ultracia ducked and dodged the Predacon easily, just as her mother had taught her when fighting an opponent. She growled as she grab one aimed for her face plates and twisted it, forcing the Predacon to flip on to his front with a thud. A small crack formed along the icy surface, but she paid no heed. She looked back with her optics at her carrying brother, safely held back by Shrapnel and Silversun behind the cover of a boulder, before returning her attention back to her opponent. She needed to keep him away from her family…
The mech tried. He tried attacking her at different angles, using his claws, his teeth, his tail and his fire, and yet she met each strike head on. He was hoping she would remain in her beast mode or at least be provoke enough to return to it so they were on equal footing, but it appeared that luck was not to side with him on this day as he stood on his four claws…..
Wait a moment…..
Why did he have to remain only on all fours? If this Predacon femme could stand on her hind legs, then what force in the universe could stop him from doing the very same…? He grinned, baring his rows of sharp fangs, before he reared up with a screech.
It was worth a shot…
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There were many things Silversun could understand. Let him check a mech's temperature, he'd have a diagnosis in three seconds flat, point at something, he'll have hit the mark with his favorite blaster twice. He's seen so many injuries and deformities from the miners, he believed he had seen everything….
But nothing prepared him for the sight of the Predacon transforming in the middle of the fight against Ultracia. How could it transform?! Tarantulas never mentioned anything about it transforming! It was a BEAST!
Maximum winced as Shrapnel's arm practically tried to merge him into her side, blocking his view as she held him protectively close to her side. He felt a protective pulse from both sparklings to his spark at the pressure applied to his abdomen.
"Scrap, Shrapnel, I have sparklings here and I think you're crushing them….!" he coughed and gasped out whilst trying to catch his intakes, "I can't see either!"
"Hush! You don't wanna see this Max," The femme Insecticon replied rather calmly and quietly, and yet her grip only tightened around the smaller mech as she remained where she was.
Scrap, now those two Predacons were on equal footing. Ultracia might have had a chance since she almost had the advantage of her bi-pedal mode, but now? Shrapnel lowered herself slightly more behind the rock.
"Oh Primus, let Ultracia win this…" she whispered softly, her visor dimming a little.
Maxi's family had been put through enough already, what happened if Ultracia was killed?
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Well, what do we have here now? She held her whip at the ready for any offense.
Ultracia narrowed her green optics at the tall orange and black mech before her, standing tall and proud, looking upon her with optics of yellow…...
She shuttered her own green ones before widening them. She recognized those optics…those optics that had visited her….in her dreams….images of a strong mech before her….following her wherever she went….could it be….?
CLANG!
She was sent flying into the wall of the crevice, a sharp pain in the middle of her back at the impact. Her whip slid across the ice from her servo. The young femme hissed, before she on-lined her optics, before she ducked a punch to her face plates, and slid out from under him. She slid across the slippery surface, reaching a servo out of grab her weapon.
TSEEEEW!
"Aaah!" she grabbed her burning servo, hissing in pain when her attempt was foiled by a blast from that blasted Predacon mech's cannon.
It felt like she had stuck her servo in an overheated furnace and forgotten to take it out of there before it was too late. She hissed before shoving her servo through the ice and into the cool water.
"Geh…" she hissed as steam rose from the surface of the liquid coolness beneath the solid surface. She turned over, keeping her injured servo in the water and turning to her opponent, before a sharp pede pinned her down on the ice harshly.
The Predacon growled, "You will pay dearly for crossing into my territory, femling…"
She winced as a sharp talon scraped over her chest plate threateningly over her spark chamber. She gasped, shaking and whimpering in fear.
"Oh primus, don't…." she hissed out, attempting to push the large pede off her chest plate, squirming to get out from under him.
He gazed at her with narrowed optics, leaning in close while baring his fangs.
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Silversun transformed both servos into blasters and aimed at the Predacon mech. He was not about to let that overgrown Scalebelly harm his best friend's sister…
Shrapnel bit at her talons while her grip loosened around Maximum, the tension near tangible as they remained behind cover and stared with wide optics of fear and apprehension. Maximum's intakes hitched at the sight of his sister pinned and helpless….beneath a mech larger and older than her…..
His optics widened, baring his set of fangs as he growled. His brotherly instinct overtook him before he could even think. The pregnant mech grabbed the edge of the rock and hopped over before Shrapnel could grab him and pull him back.
Silversun curse, lifting his blasters up.
"Maxi, come back!" Shrapnel shouted, as she moved to follow him. A servo to her arm stopped her, as Silversun jumped over the rock before she could make a move, "Stay there unless we need you!"
"But-!"
"You need to give us cover!" the silver flier snapped, before he ran after the carrier, "MAXIMUM COME BACK HERE!"
"But—I—you—UUUUGH!" the Insecticon growled, but did as she was told, holding up her servo guns at the ready for back-up.
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Ultracia attempted to lift the servo off, and keep it from crushing her body against the ice. She grunted and squirmed in an attempt to free herself. He only pressed his pede down harder and made her winced and whimper in pain.
The mech above her continued to press his pede down. He would show this femme her place: she had no right within his territory and had trespassed purposefully on to his land. The instincts inside him told him to make sure she understood who the alpha was, who owned this territory, and what she would deal with if she did so again.
She gasped in pain, before she whimpered, "Predaking, stop…"
The moon-light beamed down as the clouds moved across it and made a soft light that seemed to clear up most of the shadows., and make the ice glitter with its cracked and scratched surface. The femme's face plates became more visible and after a moment of adjusting his optics, he could see her face quite clearly.
He froze in complete and utter shock as he gazed upon the femme beneath him, relieving some of the pressure he had been applying. He watched her gasping in intakes as her vents were relieved of the strain on them.
She….she was the one he…..
"My…My Mistress…..?"
CLUNG! BANG! SMACK!
He grunted as he was suddenly tackled off the femme by a blur of silver and blue. A fist connected to the side of his face plates as the aggressor sent him stumbling back and away from Ultracia.
The young femme gasped and coughed a bit to clear her vents, as Silversun stopped and knelt beside her to look her over quickly.
"Stay the hell away from my sister!"
He grunted as he was sent stumbling back again by a harsh right hook to his face plates. He growled before snapping back to the shorter silver and blue mech with indigo optics, before he engulfed the small mech's entire fist in his own servo and then socked the young mech in the jaw.
Maximum stumbled back, cursing, before that very same servo closed over his face plating and he was suddenly being thrown across the ice, rolling over the surface roughly until he slammed against one of the larger boulders. He felt the sparklings swirling around in distress and fear, but was given little time to comfort them, when an ominous shadow cast over him.
He looked up shakily, energon blood dripping from his lip.
The Predacon transformed one of his servos into a gun and aimed, "Now, you die…."
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AAAAAGH! Scrap, scrap, scrap, scrap and TRIPLE scrap! I am so, SO sorry again for the long delay guys! I am a horribly person! I promise to try and ge tmore chapters up soon!
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