"Why does Megatron always send us out a recon?" Terrorsaur grumbled as he took off from the Predacon base. He was distressed, as he preferred to be alone that day. Flapping his red wings, he caught an updraft and flew into the air. Glancing behind him, he watched as Waspinator caught up with him.
"Wazpinator don't mind," replied the wasp, with his care-free attitude. He would of grinned, but wasps can't grin. The buzzing noise his wings made was always a tell tale sign that he was approaching. Sometimes, it would start to get annoying. Luckily for him, the other Predacons were used to the noise. Otherwise, they would of shot him on purpose a long time ago.
Rolling his eyes, Terrorsaur turned his head to see ahead. The coordinates were already memorized, all he had to worry about was getting there. Where the pod had crashed, made him relax. As much as a picky Predacon could anyway. From the data, he and Waspinator were headed to the outskirts of the current Predacon territory.
Circling the forest cove, Terrorsaur checked the area for signs of Maximals. His prehistoric appearance only spooked a pair of deer and a few birds. Gliding down, he watched as Waspinator, whom already transformed, was checking out the pod. If checking meant poking it a few times, then yes. He glanced up and buzzed his wings as Terrorsaur came down.
Screeching as a pterodactyl, he transformed and landed beside Waspinator. Opening up the pad, he hit a couple main keys then glanced to the wasp. "Waspy, the DNA scan was already done. Guess we're stuck with a Maximal," he grumbled. He detested Maximals.
"Oh, Wazpinator hates Maximalz. They always blow Wazpinator up," buzzed the insect to himself as the lid to the pod opened up. Peering in, he yelped, finding himself knocked to the ground in a blur of black and silver. Struggling didn't help. He just couldn't seem to get free of whosoever had him pinned.
"Terror-bot help Waspinator!" He yelled as Terrorsaur shook his head.
Walking over, Terrorsaur jumped back as he barely avoided getting a gash in his chassis. Glaring at the beast, the look was returned by a pair of jade eyes. Clenching his fist, he grumbled to himself.
The Maximal was in her beast mode. The back half resembled a lion while the front was of an eagle. She was entirely black, save for silver tinted hind quarters. Purple, peacock style wings were in interesting twist.. Looking from Terrorsaur to Waspinator, a grin formed on that beak of hers.
Terrorsaur snickered but Waspinator wasn't pleased. "Wazpinator not like being pinned," he whined. Somehow, he managed to get loose from the fuzor's grip. Standing up, the fuzor's form was apparent. She was just like Silverbolt and Quickstrike as they too were a mix of two very unlike animals.
The fuzor smiled. "I like insects. They're interesting." Calm words from someone who nearly disemboweled Waspinator. She sat down and got an itch while Terrorsaur walked to Waspinator and had a talk.
"Well, she likes you at least. Just hope she's on our side," joked Terrorsaur.
"Wazpinator isn't sure. Me don't want to get tackled again," complained Waspinator.
The fuzor looked back to them moments before Terrorsaur asked her a very important question: "Are you a Predacon or a Maximal?"
"I'm whatever he is." A simple answer. Her words became evident as she pointed a talon in Waspinator's direction.
The Predacons sighed heavily in unison.
"Well, let's get back to base," mumbled Terrorsaur as he changed back to his beast mode. Waspinator did the same.
Terrorsaur looked back to the fuzor. "Hey, can you fly… Gack!" His answer came sooner than expected as the fuzor flew past them with surprising speed.
"Lead the way boys!" Laughing, the fuzor tagged along behind them while a very nervous Waspinator kept looking back.
"Get off of me!"
Megatron snarled, pushing the fuzor off. Her very reckless move was in tackling him. Of course this only led to her knocking down every Predacon in the base, who came to investigate. Yet she returned to Waspinator's side only to hide behind him with a glare from Megatron.
The Predacon leader got back to his feet with help from Inferno. When he was up, he looked right to Terrorsaur. "Terrorsaur, is this who you recovered from the pod?"
"Yes," was Terrorsaur's nervous response.
"Why does she act this way? She is a Predacon, yes?"
"She said she was a Predacon..." Terrorsaur glanced in the fuzor's direction. He kept out the real truth, but his words wereclose enough to keep everyone happy. "I don't know why she's..."
A snapping hissing stopped Terrorsaur mid sentence. "Stop calling me 'she' all the time" The fuzor snarled and glared at him. "I've got a name."
Looking around, she looked to Megatron, whom held a questioning look. "Nightfall is my name. If anyone calls me otherwise, I'm going to rip our their spark!"
The Predacons went silent, as Nightfall's suddenly cold gaze moved among the ranks.
Megatron had a good laugh at the fuzor's words. "Well, she sure has an attitude."
"Attitude, yes," snorted Nightfall as she stood up. "Now then...lets have a little fun. Nightfall, Terrorize!"
None of the Predacons had told her the key command.
A smirk appeared on Nightfall's face as her transformation began. Fore and hind legs moved to replace one another as she stood up on her talons. Clawed hands emerged from below the paws, while joints moved back to allow for humanoid fore arms. Her eagle head slid downward to rest chin to chest to allow her head to rise up. A lion-like head emerged. It held a black mask over the eyes and a set of feathered ears. Green optics lit up with a smirk.
Wings spread out as she took an offensive stance. Tail swaying slowly, she looked back to the Predacon commander. "Surprise." Getting into a more relaxed position, she crossed her arms. Those wings closed in to cross behind her back.
Ears perked and turned she heard someone whistle. Growling lowly, Nightfall moved her body to see who dared to pester her. Optics flashed over seeing Quickstrike in the corner.
"Hey sugar, you new here?" Quickstrike asked.
Nightfall growled. "What do you think?" she snapped back at him.
The two fuzors watched each other, setting a very uncomfortable silence for the entire base before Quickstrike walked over and put his snake arm around Nightfall's shoulder. "Well sweet pie, I say you are. Give ol' Quickstrike a welcome kiss?"
Snarling such actions, Nightfall grabbed Quickstrike's arm and twisted him around. She didn't give him a second to react. Twisting that arm around to his belly, she put a talon down mere inches from his neck. A quick pin to the ground. "Never touch me again or risk loosing that arm," growled Nightfall.
She then let Quickstrike go. Having giving him a good fright, the scorpion snake scrambled away as fast as his legs could carry him. All of this was much to Megatron's... amusement.
"Welcome to the Predacons, Nightfall." Megatron said with a dark smile. He got a smirk in return from Nightfall, not quite noticing an evil glint in her emerald optics. No one else, except Rampage, noticed.
Having kept to the shadows, Rampage had gone unnoticed and was able to watch and hear everything that passed by. This... Nightfall is different, Rampage mused to himself. She has a strong spark. This may just provide me with what I desire. Smirking in the shadows, he slipped out of the base.
"Must Night-bot be clingy?" complained Waspinator. He was trying to rid himself of Nightfall. She never left him alone, but even through her pestering, Waspinator didn't realize there was purpose to it.
Nightfall needed someone to be around, to get to know the base, but he was also the first she saw upon awakening. Having returned to her beast mode, it was more desirable for her, she was constantly batting at those twitching wings of Waspinator.
Mockingly, she took a swat at his antenna. That only upset Waspinator and annoyed Terrorsaur.
Intervening, Terrorsaur tried to pull Nightfall away from Waspinator. Not a very wise move. As soon as he placed a hand on her side, the fuzor spun around and bit his hand. Going deep enough to draw energon.
Yelping, Terrorsaur pulled his hand back. Not expecting to be bit, nor that it would of hurt that badly. "What you do that for!" he screeched before glaring at her.
Growling, Nightfall slowly backed off with her hackles rising. "No one touches me." Hissing, she turned and flared her wings. Turning around, she leapt from rock to rock. Only way besides flying to get past the lava flow.
Leaping up and digging her claws into a stone pillar, she climbed to the top and looked back. "You come looking for me, you'll get a lot worse than a bite!" Nightfall hissed. With a last glare, she spread her wings and leapt off the pillar. Flapping, she easily got lift and headed skyward. With the help of an updraft, she was quickly fading from view.
The two Predacons watched Nightfall leave in utter silence. After a few minutes, Waspinator finally broke it by saying, "Waspinator glad clingy Night-bot gone." He looked to Terrorsaur. His companion was not happy at all.
Terrorsaur was still holding his bleeding hand. He lowered his gaze to his hand then over to Waspinator. "I'm glad that she's gone," he snorted. "That slagging bird bit me."
Waspinator buzzed, "Nightfall is a lion/eagle. So she isn't a 'bird.'" Those two short sentences made Terrorsaur blink in surprise at his friend's intelligence, but nothing more came from the former as he headed back inside the base.
A heavy sigh came from Terrorsaur as he too headed back inside. Taking a last glance to the lava flow beneath the Predacon's stolen ship, he swore the shadows moved. Shaking it off as a trick of the heat, he disappeared into the inner recesses of the base.
There was someone there.
Rampage.
The transmetal crustacean came up from the side of the scorching red river beneath him. He did enjoy the heat, to an extent. Taking a moment to think, he would of enjoyed seeing and feeling one of those two Predacons trying to escape the lava flow. If they had "fallen" in. Pain and fear were ever so sweet to him.
Glancing back inside, he grinned darkly then headed off after the fuzor. The task was simple, as a mere spark trace worked so well. A pity for Nightfall was that Rampage knew the terrain better than her. Soon, he would find his prey. Then, he decided, the fun will begin.