Chapter 15 The Agenda Part 3

"Now Razorgear, you're free the wretched Maximals and the crimes against our people." Megatron picked up Razorgear, and then he flew her over the Maximals, who were phasing in and out of existence.

The femme was unable to fight her captor, the shock of watching the Maximals cease to exist made it impossible for her to move. Nothing she could do could save them, all she could do was watch, the deed was done. The universe would end. Tears dripped from the small femme's ruby optics as she watched Cheetor reach up attempting to stop them.

Megatron continued to laugh, "Cybertron is finally mine- ours to rule, Razorgear, my spark." They landed back in the corridor that had lead them to the command center. The warlord landed beside the still frozen cassette.

"Ravage, it time we make our leave." Megatron explained, his grip never leaving the femme's arm.

The Decepticon didn't move, "I'm not leaving Soundwave. Not again." Megatron knew he couldn't argue with the black mech. He frowned at Ravage, "If that is what you must do, Ravage."

The warlord grabbed Razorgear tighter, and the continued to fly out of the Ark. The war was over and the Predacons had won.

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Cheetor was the first Maximal to regain consciousness. His frame ached, and felt as if were filled with static. The young mech pushed himself off the Ark's floor, "What happened? Why did it stop?"

Rattrap started to cough nearby, "I don't know kid, but honestly I ain't complainin'." By then the rest of the Maximals were coming out of stasis.

"We're at the eye of the storm now," Optimus Primal explained as he got to his feet, "We have to save Prime or else we'll be dead soon."

"What about 'Gear? Megatron dragged her off!" Cheetor called out, pointing at the direction that Megatron had flown. "We have to help her!"

The Maximals began to head to the control chair, which the fading Prime lay. "We have more important matters to take care of first." Optimus Primal sighed, "I hate to say this but we can't risk going after Megatron right now. We have to save Optimus Prime!"

Rhinox was already playing with the control systems of the Ark trying to get the repair systems to activate. "Optimus!" The medic called out, "I can't do anything without the Ark's access code! It's hopeless!"

Cheetor's spark sunk, there was nothing that they could do. With each passing click, he felt as if he was fading.

"Did someone say access codes?"

The Maximal's spun around to see Blackarainia, her servos in the the air surrendering. "I have the only copy of the Ark's access codes. If you want them Primal, I'll hand them over." The black widow spider explained.

The transmetal gorrilla approached the femme slowly. "Why are you doing this?"

The femme rolled her optics, "Megatron forgot that I was a Maximal protoform. And I rather live then feed his ego." She exclaimed, "Now are you going to take them or not?! You're wasting time!"

The Maximal leader nodded to her, Blackarachnia stared into his optics, "Computer, decrypt and transfer access codes." She commanded her processer,and two rays of light shot out of her optics and entered Optimus Primal's. "You should be able to take care of everything now." Blackarachnia glanced around,noticing that the Maximals were closing in on her, "I gotta go." She sprinted back down the seeming endless corridor and disappeared into the darkness.

Primal then joined the Maximal medic, proving the access code need to repair the Prime.

"I'm going after 'Gear!" Cheetor finally called out, he transformed into his flight mode. He powered on his jets, flying as fast as he could attempting to catch up with Megatron.

The Maximal leader shouted after him, "Cheetor don't!"

"I shall aid him," Tigatron answered, and the Maximal scout transformed into his beast mode. The white tiger ran after the jet powered cheetah.

"Primus keep them safe." Airazor prayed aloud.

. . . . .

The young Maximal flew as fast as his jets could take him, but it seemed that he was hardly moving at all. The Ark was so huge there was no way that he could catch up with Megatron and Razorgear. Though, he had to try. He have to save 'Gear.

Suddenly, the transmetal cat was falling rather than flying. He tried to stabilize his jets, and just before he hit the ground Cheetor stabilized his jets and was able to land safely.

The cat turned around to see the Decepticon lowering his stilling smoking weapon. "You are not going after Lord Megatron." Ravage took a few steps toward Cheetor, "And if you attempt to go after him I will destroy you Maximal." The black cassette threatened the Maximal cat bot.

Cheetor backed away from the Decepticon, he didn't have time to fight. Razorgear could be in danger.

Ravage lifted his blaster to point at Cheetor. The black mech was tackled to the ground before he could pull the trigger. Tigatron, in his beast mode, kept the Decepticon pinned to the ground of the Ark, the black mech's blaster falling out of his grasp. "Hurry Cheetor! Go after them!"

And Cheetor did just that, he again took to the air. Not even sparing a second glance for the white tiger before continuing after the Predacon warlord.

Ravage found his chance to break away from Tigatron when the Maximal was distracted by Cheetor. The black mech kicked the tiger off his frame and flipped back around to his feet. "How dare you attack me?!" Ravage spat at the white tiger.

Tigatron returned to his robot form, pulled out his blaster, and said, "You will not stop Cheetor, and if you try you shall have to go through me."

The black Decepticon mech laughed, "I accept your challenge, Maximal." Ravage jumped to the ground grabbed his own blaster, and began firing it at the white tiger.

After some close calls, Tigatron was barely to avoid all the shots fired at him. The Maximal hooked his foot at Ravage's blaster knocking it out of the Decepticon's servos. The black mech cursed aloud, and he charged at Tigatron, pinning the white tiger to ground, the Maximal's blaster slid way out of reach. "You had so much potential, Maximal," Ravage laughed as his servos tightened around Tigatron's neck cables. "Too bad you're too much of a coward to end a spark."

Tigatron struggled under the weight of the cassette. He gripped the dark servos of the Decepticon, and attempted to break the grip. The mech's shinning orange red optics dimmed at a rapid pace.

Ravage leaned in closer to Tigatron's faceplates, smirking, "I, on the other hand, will gladly end a cowardice spark like yours." Tigatron's optics powered off, and his frame fell still. Again Ravage laughed, "You should know better than any other Maximal! Kill or be killed, the law of the jungle my friend."

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Cheetor sped as fast as he could, he had to catch up with Megatron. He had to save Razorgear.

It wasn't long before Cheetor's imagination began to poison his thoughts with the worst possible things that Megatron could be doing to Razorgear. Those terrible things fuelled the young mech's rage for catching Megatron

Megatron was going to pay.

Cheetor's internal systems were already warning that if he continued to use his jets at full capacity he would run out of energon, and only in a matter of cycles. But he had to keep going, for 'Gear.

Cheetor caught sight of Megatron, he had Razorgear pinned to the wall of the Ark's halls. The Maximal could see Megatron speaking to her, but couldn't make out what was being said.

As silently as he could, Cheetor landed behind some debris. He could still see the two, and he watched them carefully.

Megatron servos never left the femme's frame, it made Cheetor furious. The Maximal cat transformed, he clasped his servos together to form his blaster. He knew he could shoot Megatron, but the shot was too close to Razorgear.

The young Maximal couldn't bare to hurt her, he had to get closer, He snuck closer to the two and their conversation became audible.

"Why do you continue to fight me so, my spark? There is no reason to." Megatron took one of his servos down the side of Razorgear's faceplate. Cheetor could see Razorgear's optics drip tears. Megatron was only a few centimeters in front of the femme's faceplate when she spat in his.

"Frag you!" She shouted as she struggled harder to break free of the warlord's grasp.

Megatron pressed her harder against the wall, "If you insist." One of Megatron's servos slid down Razorgear's chassis, it stopped at it's center. "Open your chamber, or I'll tear it open myself."

Razorgear's mouth fell open, her optics stared gaping at the Predacon warlord. She was unable to move.

Knowing that this could be his last chance, Cheetor jumped from his cover and shouted at Megatron. "Get your filthy servos off her!" He pointed his blaster straight at the purple trex.

Megatron smirked at the Maximal cat, he pulled Razorgear in front of his own frame. "Nice try pussy cat, but wouldn't risk hurting Razorgear." The Predacon brushed a single digit down the side of her faceplate.

Cheetor had to do something to protect Razorgear, "Ya know Meg's, I just might." He raised his weapon and began to charge it. He had no cards left to play, a bluff was the only thing he could try. And he had to make it real, Cheetor relayed most of his excess energy to his weapon.

"You wouldn't!" Megatron snapped, pulling Razorgear tighter to his frame. "You're too in love with her."

Cheetor growled aloud, "I rather see her offline then see her with you!"

Megatron forced out a laugh, "You're bluffing!" and it was the only thing the warlord could muster the energy to say, he was so in shock of Cheetor's play.

Tightening his grip, Cheetor smirked, "I don't think you want to find out."

. . . . .

The heat from the lava bubbling under the cliff side stung Ravage's armor. By now the Decepticons feet ached with the extra weight. He had been dragging Tigatron's limp frame, Ravage was surprised by the weight of the Maximal tiger.

With one last grunt of effort, Ravage completely lifted Tigatron into the air. Just as the Decepticon was about to throw Tigatron over the edge of the cliff into the pits of lava, Tigatron wrapped his legs around Ravage's chassis.

The white tiger used his own weight to throw the black mech to the ground away from the lava pit. Ravage let out a loud cry when his helm collided with the ground.

Getting up as fast as he could, Tigatron shook his helm attempting to get his processor back into order. Ravage rolled onto his front chassis and leaned on his knees and forearms. "Even now, you had your chance to end me, and yet you took the coward's path." Ravage mocked, his blood red optics bearing into the Maximal.

Tigatron stood taller, "I am no coward, I simply acknowledge that I am a better mech than you are." A smirk brushed across the Maximal's faceplate.

Ravage pushed himself off the ground, "Well it seems then I have no other choice." He faced Tigatron, and charged in screaming, "Decepticons forever!"

The black mech tackled Tigatron, this time the Maximal scout was ready for it. He lowered himself into a wide stance. But it wasn't enough, Tigatron was thrown off balance, and the two fell over the edge of the cliffside.

Reaching up, Tigatron grabbed the ledge of the cliff. Both of his servos gripped it as tight as he could, but the Decepticon had his digits digging into the white mech's frame. Tigatron cried out in pain as Ravage's digits tore through his armor. Energon leaked through the gouges in his plating. "If I am condemned, then Maximal I am taking you to the pits with me." Ravage grunted as his hands dug deeper into Tigatron.

Tigatron's servos lost their grip on the cliffside. Ravage laughed as they both fell to their destruction. And for Tigatron everything turned dark.

. . . . .

Cheetor and Megatron stared at each other, both looking for a reaction in the other, they were in a deep stalemate, and neither of them were going to budge. Not until Razorgear called out, "Quit stalling Cheetor, just shoot already!"

As soon as Razorgear spoke Megatron realised her, "Do you truly despise me this much, my spark?"

She turned to face the warlord, glared at him straight in the optics. "Yes. I. Do. I rather die than be with you."

Megatron slowly backed away from the femme, shaking his helm. "No . . . I don't . . . but you- Razorgear please."

"Keep going Megs, my blaster is still charged and my trigger finger is a bit shaky. I wouldn't want it to slip now, would I?" Cheetor called out as he approached Razorgear.

Megatron continued to back away, "You think you won Maximal, but I still have cards to play, yess." The warlord transformed into his beast mode and flew out of the Autobot Ark.

Razorgear spun around and jumped into Cheetor's arms. "By Primus, Cheetor, thank you!" She wrapped her arms around his neck, and she pressed her lips onto the side of his faceplate. Razorgear then laid her helm on his Cheetor's shoulder, she asked him, "You would have done it, right?"

"Of course," Cheetor answered softly, 'Gear didn't need to know he was bluffing. No one needed to know.

. . . . .

The mech felt shaken, something wasn't right. His frame felt too light, he couldn't move.

"The experiment is far from over." A voice explained.

The mech powered on his optics, and he saw the owner of the voice, he optics widened in fear.

"He is awake," said another voice, it was own by a ghostly skull, wendrills flowed behind it like hair and it stared at Tigatron with shinning purple eyes. The first voice belonged to a similar form but with green eyes rather then the purple, it moved closer to the mech's unmoving frame. "Do not fear dear Tigatron. The Vok don't need you quite yet."

Tigatron failed his frame in attempt to keep the strange creatures away from him. Though, he was unable to move at all. There was so much pressure against his chassis, and he continued to try and fight.

"Frag, Tigatron, I'm trying to get ya repaired here!" The white mech opened his optics and saw Rattrap staring back at him. Tigatron took a few deep breaths and was able to relax his frame. "Ya gotta thank Airazor big time for saving your pelt again. Ya'd be melting in dat lava if it weren't for her." Rattrap said as he carefully worked on repairing the deep gouges in Tigatron's armor.

Tigatron powered down his optics and sighed, "That is yet another one of my nine lives I owe to her." And he smiled.

"And if you're counting, you owe me about half your lives."Airazor slid her servo into Tigatron's. "That's only if you're counting." She pressed a kiss on the top of the white tiger's helm.

Rattrap lightly shoved Airazor away, "Alright dere lovebird, I gotta finished welding him up, so get outta here."

Airazor smiled, then walked over to join Optimus Primal and Rhinox.

"How is he doing?" Optimus Primal looked over as Airazor approached.

She shrugged, "He's stable now, Rattrap" closing him up, but he'll be fine."

Rhinox glanced behind to observe Optimus and Airazor, "That's good to hear."

"And Prime's recovery" She asked the mechs.

He laughed softly, "There is only so much Teletraan One can handle, and so far though, it's working."

The transmetal gorilla sighed with relief, "Thank Primus for that." He then glanced around, "Cheetor has been gone a long time." Optimus Primal quickly transformed, "We have to-"

"We have to what, Big Bot?"

Rhinox and Optimus Primal spun around to see Cheetor and Razorgear stood in the doorway of the Ark's control center. The maximal scout had a massive smile plastered across his face plate. Razorgear stood as close as possible to Cheetor as possible with touching him.

The Maximal leader jumped from the control systems table. He ran to the two young bots and wrapped them into a tight embrace. "By Primus!" Optimus said, his helm in between Razorgear and Cheetor's. "Thank Primus, I was terrified." The leader then release the two, then lighted smacked Cheetor's shoulder. The transmetal cat cried out. "Don't you ever disobey like that again."

Cheetor smiled at Razorgear then at Optimus, "Yeah, I'll try next time." He looked up to the Massive Autobot leader in front of them, "So, Prime?"

"Stable." Rhinox called out.

Razorgear tapped Optimus Primal's shoulder to gain his attention, "The comms are down. I can't get a hold of Dinobot!"

Rattrap flinched at the mention of his lover. He shot a couple of glances between the Maximals. "We need ta head back den!" He didn't mean to sound so worried but his vocalizer sputtered when he spoke.

Sitting up slowly, tigatron spoke up, "Someone will be staying with Prime, right?"

Airazor knelt beside the white tiger, "We can stay." She placed her hand on his shoulder.

The leader of the Maximal shot a glance back toward the medic, "Rhinox?"

"Go," He waved toward the entrance of the autobot command center. "We'll be fine."

Nodding to the rest of the crew, Optimus called out , "Maximals, roll out."

. . . . . .

Cheetor and Rattrap were the first ones to the plateau that held the Axalon base., the Maximals could not believe their optics. The Axalon was over the edge of the plateau, and was slowly splitting in half.

Optimus Primal and Razorgear were not far behind, just as they landed, the half of the Axalon that was over the edge snapped off from the rest, and fell down the waterfall. With a massive splash, that half of the Axalon sunk down into the depths of the waterfall basin.

"Ravenflare!" Razorgear called out her child's name before she began to run toward the remainder of their base, their home, the Axalon. The femme was unable to make it far, Optimus Primal had grabbed her around her waist and refused to release her. "Let me go!" She screamed and failed in his massive grip. Though, her failing only made him tighten his hold. "I have to find him!" She continued to fight the maximal leader without any success. "Optimus, please!"

"'Gear, it isn't safe!" Optimus attempted to explain, he kept his grip tight around her.

Tears dripped from her optics, "We have to find them!" She stopped fighting the transmetal gorilla, and fell limp in his arms and wept.

The place that had become a better home than Cybertron was gone, and there was nothing but the scraps that survived the fall off the cliff. It was all gone, the only place she had felt truly safe, and it was all Megatron's fault again.

Optimus continued to hold Razorgear as she wept, he started at the remains of their base. "We, we need to head back to the Ark, we'll stay there until further notice. Until, we figure this out."

Cheetor nodded to Optimus, "Gear, wanna fly with me?" The slightly smaller femme nodded to transmetal cheetah, wiping the tears from her optics. And within a nanoclick the two were in the air heading back to the Ark.

Optimus Primal watched the two young Maximals fly off, and he shook his helm. Then, he turn toward Rattrap who'd had not moved an inch since they had arrived. "Rattrap, we have to get moving." Optimus waited for a response, but it seemed the spy didn't hear. "Rattrap?"

"I'm goin' in dere ta see if I can find Choppa' face and da bitty."

Grabbing Rattrap's shoulder, Optimus Primal spun him around and was nearly yelling in his face, "Rattrap, what are you thinking?" He kept his grip on the rat's shoulder as his other servo gestured toward the remains of the Axalon. "Don't you do this, not when it's just us. The rest of the Predacons could be waiting for us!"

"And what if they need medical attention?" Rattrap smacked Optimus's servos away, "We can't just leave 'em!"

"Rattrap, do you think honestly Dinobot would have stayed in the Axalon by himself with Ravenflare while it was being attacked. I guarantee that they won't be in there if we look." Optimus explained calmly, and Rattrap pondering the thought for a long moment. "Plus, we'll come back in the morning to look for them."

Grubling, Rattrap tried again Dinobot's comm. link, but only static came through. "Slag," He spat, "Fine, let's go."

End of Chapter 15

Thank you for you patience, I appreciate your support.

~Love, ArcMaximal