Hey everyone! Glad to be back and running again.

At the end of the last thread we had a tie for the closing vote so we'll resume where we left off


>Stick around the grove. Rattrap will be fine heading back to the Axalon
>Stick around the grove with Rattrap, maybe there’s more to scan or investigate here
>Better stick with him. Wouldn’t want someone else to take him out.
>Write in

>>1845729
>>Stick around the grove with Rattrap, maybe there’s more to scan or investigate here

>>1845712
>>Better stick with him. Wouldn’t want someone else to take him out.

>>1845729
>>Better stick with him. Wouldn’t want someone else to take him out.

Just need one more tie breaker

>>1845861
And that'll do it haha

Ok then, writing it up

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>Better stick with him. Wouldn’t want someone else to take him out.

“Nah, lets go. I can always investigate it later.”

“Heh, music to my ears.” Rattrap leads the way back towards the outpost.

You stay close behind but keep a vigilant watch around you. You may want to keep an eye on that location from time to time. It wouldn’t be bad to know who’s bugs those were, though you’ve got a strong suspicion.

It’s approaching midafternoon by the time the two of you arrive back to your sniper’s nest. Things look quiet here as well. Now that you think about it the woods seems quieter than you would expect.

“Well thanks for the ‘romantic’ walk through the woods. Can’t say it was too unpleasant but I should get these readings back to Rhinox to go over.” Rattrap gestures towards the covered array tower, “We’ll message you if we learn anything important.”

“Right.” Well atleast with him heading out, you’ll be on your own again. In peace and quiet.

>Bring up the malfunctioning Hot Mark, maybe he can repair it.
>Ask him to leave behind the Syncro-laser, you can attempt repairing it yourself.
>”Smell you later, rat.”
>Write in

>>1845945
>”Smell you later, rat.”

>>1845945
>>Bring up the malfunctioning Hot Mark, maybe he can repair it.

>>1845945

>Bring up the malfunctioning Hot Mark, maybe he can repair it.

>>1845945
>>Bring up the malfunctioning Hot Mark, maybe he can repair it.

Might as well get everything up to code before he legs it.

Alright voting closed. Writing it up

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>Bring up the malfunctioning Hot Mark, maybe he can repair it

“One moment, rat. One of the Hot Marks is malfunctioning and you’re solid with tech. Think you can fix it?”

Rattrap laughs. “Is that a serious question?” He takes an exaggerated sigh. “Well if I absolutely must. It is difficult to be so exceptionally talented.”

Smug little…

“Yea, yeah, let’s get moving then while there’s still light out.”

You lead the way to your perimeter with Rattrap in tow.

“So how’d you and ol’ Chopperface manage to screw this up? It’s a hot mark; kid stuff. Is this first day on the job?”

You give him a low growl. “The damn thing shorted when I was setting it up. We were rigging them up with the Demo-charges.”

“Heh, not a bad idea, but next time leave the smart stuff to the experts. Who knows, if you ask nicely, just maybe the next time Rhinox or I scrounge up something, I’ll let you field test it.”

Not a bad offer. Still, last thing you want to do is have to suck up to the rodent.

You make it out to the location you have the jury rigged hot mark. He gives it a once over.

“Yeesh, you did a number on this thing. It’ll take a few nanoseconds. Keep an eye on things, will ya?”

>Do a quick patrol of the area; you’ll still be close to where Rattrap is
>Take up Rattrap on the offer.
>Just wait in silence. Your pride is worth more than the rat’s offer
>Write in

>>1846051
>>Do a quick patrol of the area; you’ll still be close to where Rattrap is

>>1846051
>Do a quick patrol of the area; you’ll still be close to where Rattrap is

alright voting closed.

Give me a dice roll 1d100

Rolled 8 (1d100)

>>1846136

Rolled 92 (1d100)

>>1846136

still need one more vote

>>1846138
>>1846143
add together you get 100
>>1846163

Rolled 30 (1d100)

>>1846183
haha if only it worked like that

i guess i'll roll it

Alright writing it up

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>Do a quick patrol of the area; you’ll still be close to where Rattrap is

You begin circling around Rattrap, stalking back and forth as you look around to make sure no predacon’s have made any attempts into venturing into your territory.

Rattrap takes out the Syncro-laser and hums to himself as a few sparks fly from the hot mark’s internal wires.

“Sheesh, you really did a number on this one pussy cat. I’m surprised you even got them to function this well.”

“I’m not some green horn grunt. Commandoes are taught to use what we have and what we find, so long as the job gets done.”

He shakes his head, “Man, I don’t know how you and chopperface keep from blowing a processer with your single mindedness.”

You stop in place for a moment. “Well, they give us larger bots a large pair to your tiny one.”

Rattrap freezes for a moment before cracking up. “Hey! That almost sounded like a joke. Not bad, fangs. Not too bad.”

You resume your surveying the area. No distinguishable scents on the wind or unusual sounds…wait. What was that? You turn back to look into the wood. Your eyes scan an area that is heavy with tree branches. You could’ve sworn you saw one of them move. Crouching low, you focus on that area and begin to stalk forward when you hear a series of beeps.

“Oh no, no, no.” Rattrap shouts. “Hit the deck!”

You whip your head around to see Rattrap playing hot potato with the hot mark and demo-charge as it keeps beeping though the pulses sound in faster intervals.

“I though you said you knew what you were doing?”

Rattrap tosses it your way and dives for cover. You instinctively do the same, though there isn’t much cover for you as the charge lands near you. As you cover yourself, the sounds of the beeping slow down and stop.

….

Nothing. No explosion. The silence is broken by Rattraps laughter.

“Oh, man. Fangs, you should’ve seen the look on your face.”

“What the hell’s the matter with you?”

Rattrap walks back over in beast mode, “Aw whats the matter? Can’t take a joke?” His small fingers tap two buttons in sequence and the device returns to its normal state. “I told you already, you’re dealing with the best in the business. You need to learn to pull that stick out of your butt, pussy cat.”

How do you respond?

>”Shut up, Rattrap”
>Smack him one.
>”You idiot you may have just given away our position.”
>Give him the good ol’ Warpath death stare of silence
>Write in

>>1846344
>Smack him one.
>”I saw movement, eyes peeled rat." in a whisper

Alright, voting closed. Writing

actually before i forget

give me an attack roll (you can choose to have it be either a forceful attack or hold back enough to knock him low or out of the way)

>>1846400

>>1846403
you have to put the

dice+1d100

in the options field

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1846400
hold back

Rolled 61 (1d100)

>>1846400

>hold back, just knock him enough for it to seem playful and give us an excuse to lean in close.

alright. now back to writing

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>Smack him one.
>”I saw movement, eyes peeled rat." in a whisper

You turn around and smack Rattrap. The rat does his best to dodge it but you land your hit, its not forcefull but enough to keep him low to the ground.

“Hey! Whats the big-“

“Quiet.” You whisper, placing your paw near the rat’s mouth. “I saw movement, eyes peeled rat.”

It takes a nano second for your words to hit, but he finally stops moving as his eyes dart around. You remove your paw from his mouth.

“Aw, man. Well this is just prime. This was supposed to be a simple scan and grab.”

“Well its not so simple anymore. We need a strategy.”

Rattrap whips his head back and forth. “What or who did you see?”

You grit your teeth. “I didn’t get a good look.”

“Oh great. So we have no idea who or what’s out there. For all we know its nothing.”

“I know I saw something.”

“Let’s just fall back and regroup.” Rattrap gestures back the way you came. “We’re sitting ducks if we stay here. We can also radio back up if we need it.”

What do you want to do?

>You’re certain you saw something, investigate alone if he’s scared
>Rattrap’s strategy is sound, fall back
>Split up and see if you can get eyes on what’s out there
>Stealth ahead together, the direct approach
>Write In

>>1846550
>>You’re certain you saw something, investigate alone if he’s scared

>>1846550
>Split up and see if you can get eyes on what’s out there

need a tie breaker

>>1846550
>>You’re certain you saw something, investigate alone if he’s scared

Mk voting closed. Writing

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>You’re certain you saw something, investigate alone if he’s scared

“Look I know what I saw cheese eater. There’s something out there and I’m gonna check it out, crawl in a hole if you wish.”

You stay low and start to creep forward using a tree for cover. You look over to where you initially saw movement, but it’s still now.

“Hey you wanna get yourself scrapped, be my guest. I’m heading to the array. You encounter something; feel free to call if you’re not slagged.”

Rattrap uses the moment to start sneaking back. His retreat is quick atleast; advantages for being a small bot, you guess.

Spineless rodent. Figures. What I’d give for Dinobot or one of the others to be here instead. But then again, I operate well on my own.

So how do you wanna handle this?

>Straight up the center, investigate the original sighting.
>Try to flank it from the side (which side)
>Activate the Hot Mark and move away from it; have it double as a decoy
>Write in

>>1846696
>Try to flank it from the side (which side)
from opposite direction of rattrap.
>Activate the Hot Mark and move away from it; have it double as a decoy

>>1846725

Seconding.

Writing

Give me a quick stealth roll

1d100

Rolled 39 (1d100)

>>1846794

Rolled 78 (1d100)

>>1846794

Rolled 98 (1d100)

Ignore me

>>1846822
NOpe, you rolled GREAT!

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>Try to flank it from the side (which side)
>Activate the Hot Mark and move away from it; have it double as a decoy

You decide that with Rattrap falling back and the amount of noise the two of you were making the smartest move would be to set up the Hot Mark decoy, before setting out. After you turn it on, you give it a gentle bat to the right behind a tree.

Once you’ve set up your decoy, you stalk to the right. The direct approach would make you too likely of a target and with the decoy on the opposite side; it’s the most sensible choice.

Your internal scanners haven’t picked up any signatures yet, but you can’t shake that bad feeling in the center of your gut. You think back to what Tigatron taught you; trust your beast modes instincts. Let them help you become a great force of nature than just a robot in disguise.

Navigating this area is difficult with its thick underbrush while trying to keep an eye out for the possible Predacon in the area. You manage not to make too much noise but the occasional twig snaps and you freeze to scan to make sure no one has made you yet.

So far so good, though. They haven’t found you yet, but whoever ‘they’ are have managed to elude you so far. Its annoying; the thought of being the prey instead of the predator. You need to keep your mind on your job. And that’s when you notice it, under the fallen foliage. A cyber web net.

“Slag”

Like a rabbit snare, you feel your feet come out from under you as the web lifts you up and twist you on your back. You start to struggle against it, hoping your claws might find purchase and tear the web but each time you move you feel yourself straining. The webs can drain energon.

As you keep moving around you hear a high pitch cackling laughter.

“Well, now what have I got here in my little web? Why it’s the new kitty cat.”

A set of thin golden spider legs branch out from behind a tree, too far to reach in your current state. That’s what you saw before; the legs almost looked like thin branches from afar. The other spider you were told about. Blackarachnia. Not exactly your finest moment for an introduction.

If you don’t get out of this web soon you’ll be too weak to fight back.

>Try to use the ER Com to radio Rattrap
>”Come on out and I’ll show you what this kitty can do.”
>Attempt to break free of the net
>Pretend you’re just a wild cat while attempting to break out
>Write in

>>1846873
>>Attempt to break free of the net

>>1846873
>Attempt to break free of the net

>Transform into robot mode while doing so

Rolled 11 (1d100)

briefly ignore

Ok with that roll, the energon wont drain as much as it would normally while you make this attempt.

Now i need you guys to give me a roll

1d100+5

Be sure to add that bonus

Rolled 73 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1846913

Rolled 69 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1846913

Writing

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>Attempt to break free of the net
>Transform into robot mode while doing so

You notice that the web hasn’t completely constricted all of your movements so you start moving your claws, even your elongated fangs. With wild thrashing you manage to start cutting through the net with a small degree of difficulty.

With a series of snaps, you feel the support of that was suspending you in the air give out.

“Warpath, Transform!”

You start to transform and manage to land safely. Even in bot mode, you land on your feet.

“Hmm, I see the stories of the new Maximal are not entirely over exaggerated. Interesting.”

“Come on out, and I’ll show you first hand I’m as deadly as they say.”

You look around the tree line but don’t have sight on her. You could move, but there may be additional traps.

>Fall back and take out your collapsible sniper rifle (will take a bit of time to assemble)
>Attempt to climb up the tree you last caught a glimpse of the spider
>Take out your Halberd and assume a defensive stance.
>Use your Halberd and attempt to charge her position
>Write in

>>1846982

From what I remember of Blackarachnia she's decent at range but deadly in close quarters.

Best we put some distance between us and get out of here, she's literally got the high ground and has had an unspecified amount of time to set some traps.

>Fall back and take out your collapsible sniper rifle (will take a bit of time to assemble)

>Head towards Rattrap's position, two guns are better than one.

>>1846982
>Hit a tree in such a way to cause them to crash down in a cascade, clearing the area and removing her cover.

Both are solid ideas, but we do need a tie breaker again haha

>>1846982

Seconding >>1846992

Alright then

I need 2d100 (strength strike and precision to cause the cascade)

Rolled 61, 93 = 154 (2d100)

>>1847007

REEEEEEEEE!

Rolled 49, 7 = 56 (2d100)

>>1847007

Rolled 5, 77 = 82 (2d100)

>>1847007

Gonna start writing, but if any other votes come in i'll take them

Rolled 50 (1d100)

ignore me

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>Hit a tree in such a way to cause them to crash down in a cascade, clearing the area and removing her cover.

After taking in your surroundings, inspiration and your commando training hits you. Using the terrain around you can be a game changer. You take out your Halberd and smack it repeatedly against the tree closest to you, attempting to chop it down.

You notice the spider move around from the side of her perch. “What in the world do you think you’re doing?”

You look up at her as you ready another strike of your halberd. “Bringing you down to my level.” With a flourish, you swing with all your beastial might and strike the tree again.

You hear the snapping of the tree’s trunk as it begins to crumble under its own weight and nearly hits the tree Blackarachina is perched on. She attempted to fire another web net from her abdomen but it hits the descending tree instead as it comes crashing down. Several smaller trees in between the two large trees begin to scatter and crash down themselves.

Upon missing her target, the spider scurries up the tree to avoid any protruding branches that would potentially strike her. Her fangs and eyes quiver with frustration.

“Aren’t you the clever cat, but it’ll take more than brawn to destroy Megatron and the rest of the Predacons.”

“You’re seeming to forget the number I did to the scorpion and the flying lizard.”

“Oh I’m well aware of that, though that’s not really an accomplishment. Scorpinok is a fool and Terrorsaur is an imbecile. I’m more impressed by your brutality.” She chuckles softly. “Not very…’Maximal’ of you.”

“Why don’t you come down here and I’ll give you a personal demonstration?”

While the momentum of the tree didn’t cause a full domino effect as you had hoped, it did create a bridge to where she is. But whether or not she chooses to remain there if you go on the offensive is another matter.

>Climb up the fallen tree to attack her with your Halberd
>Use this opportunity to fall back
>Use the chaos of the falling tree to attempt to hide and draw her out
>Keep her talking while you take cover and prepare the collapsible sniper rifle
>Call up Rattrap; alert him of the situation
>Write in

>>1847049
>Climb up the fallen tree to attack her with your Halberd
>Call up Rattrap; alert him of the situation

Need sleep boss, thank for the thread

>>1847049
>Keep her talking while you take cover and prepare the collapsible sniper rifle
>Call up Rattrap; alert him of the situation

>>1847055
Thanks for coming.

Yea it is getting late. Need sleep myself.

Once we get a finished vote, i'm going to call it

Since I missed last Wed, we will run either tomorrow night or fri maybe even both

>>1847049
>Keep her talking while you take cover and prepare the collapsible sniper rifle

>>1847058
I keep missing these since thread #2.
But I'll be on standby for the next one.

>>1847049
>>Climb up the fallen tree to attack her with your Halberd
>Call up Rattrap; alert him of the situatio

Resuming thread in about 30-45

Alright so while its clear the votes wish to call Rattrap, we've got a tie for another action

Which would you like to do
>Keep her talking while you take cover and prepare the collapsible sniper rifle
>Climb up the fallen tree to attack her with your Halberd

if its still a tie after 15 mins, you'll just call rattrap

>>1847956
>>Climb up the fallen tree to attack her with your Halberd

>>1847956
>Climb up the fallen tree to attack her with your Halberd

Rolled 43 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

alright. Voting closed.

Give me an attack roll and ignore me

Rolled 73 (1d100)

>>1847991
WHY ARE YOU ROLLING OH GOD SPIDER TRAPS

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>1847991

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>>1847998
What? did you expect her to just sit there and let you attack her

Rolled 58 (1d100)

>>1847991

>>1848007
I was hoping she might just run

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>Call up Rattrap; alert him of the situation
>Climb up the fallen tree to attack her with your Halberd


“Rattrap, come in!” you yell into your comlink.

“Hey fangs, getting lonely out there already?”

“Not so much, got some Pred activity going on.”

“Hold on there, pussy cat. I’m heading back over. Shouldn’t be too long, I didn’t manage to get too far away. How many are there?”

You do a quick look around, but from what you’ve gathered you’re just up against the spider. “Looks like just one but she’s got the drop on me. Keep an eye out for traps.”

“Oh geez, the spiders. Watch yourself out there.”

“Aw and here I thought this would be a dance for two.” Blackarachnia mocks. “Well if that’s the case, Blackarachnia Terrorize.” With that the spider transforms into her gold and black robot form. And you though Airazor had curves.

You take this as an opportunity, halberd in one hand; you leap up the side of the tree and make your way up the trunk to her position. You grip you weapon as you raise it to strike.

“By the way furball, you left this lying around.” She reaches behind her, pulling out a strand of web with something attached to it. One of you Hot Mark/Demo-charge combos. She winds up and hurls it towards you.

Well damn. You weren’t expecting that and somehow she’s managed to not trip any of your charges. But her attack while unexpected is not as strong as you expect allowing you to swing your Halberd to knock the charge away. Shifting your footing you allow yourself to use the swing’s momentum to push forward, but hitting nothing but air missing her. She’s nimble you’ll give her that, but who wants to fight a coward that runs?

The charge you batted away sticks to a nearby tree and detonates. Your hit by bit of debris but it bounces harmlessly off your robot form. The other tree begins split and come down getting can amongst the branches of the forest. There’s a small fire starting and a bit of smoke growing.

You look back to where she was at and she’s disappeared again.

>Use the smoke as cover; wait for Rattrap or for an opportunity for her to expose herself
>Keep moving up the trunk you’re on, she couldn’t have gotten that far away
>Issue an open challenge, only cowards hide
>The enemy has the advantage, withdraw and regroup with Rattrap
>Write In

>>1848033
>>Keep moving up the trunk you’re on, she couldn’t have gotten that far away

alright voting closed. Writing

Rolled 73 (1d100)

ignore

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>>Keep moving up the trunk you’re on, she couldn’t have gotten that far away

You storm up the trunk of the tree to reach where she was holding up. You didn’t see her move or hear anything. You can only just snarl.

“What’s the matter, legs? Afraid to sample the edge of my blade?”

“What was that advice you gave to the rodent about watching for traps?”

Aw hell. You start looking around and notice one of those small arachnoids by your feet. It jumps and latches to your leg and gives you a shock of energon. It’s not entirely damaging, but you’re noticing your leg’s servos are sparking and not responding as quickly as they would. You can hear her cackle.

“Like my new toys? It’s amazing what someone with the right skills can do with raw energon, isn’t it? I hadn’t planned on using them so early but you moving in this forest forced my hand. While they only are causing a minimal amount of damage, I’d say this has been a successful test.”

(WARNING: -5 MODIFIER TO AGILITY BASED TEST SUCH AS RUNNING, JUMPING AND DODGING)

Well that solves that mystery of what was going on in the northern grove. Plus this spider likes to talk; seems she might have a hideout near if not hidden within this forest. But how is she getting in and out without the sensor scans detecting her?

You keep looking around trying to pin point her location, but there is an echo. You have a few guesses’ as to where she might be lurking but with that last sting, you’re gonna have a hard time keeping up with her.

>Leap to another tree to the right; she might be there
>Climb up the current tree; you might be able to secure the high ground.
>Parkour your way down to the forest floor; the tree line is too risky
>Hack at the tree you’re on and try to get her to expose her position while she dodges.
>Write in

>>1848107
>>Hack at the tree you’re on and try to get her to expose her position while she dodges.

>>1848107
>>Hack at the tree you’re on and try to get her to expose her position while she dodges.

When all else fails flail wildly and hope you hit something.

>>1848107
>>Hack at the tree you’re on and try to get her to expose her position while she dodges.
Hitting stuff is our area of expertise

Alright

Give me an attack roll 1d100+10

sorry for slight delay. had some major lag issues for a bit there. but seems to have gone away

Rolled 70 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

ignore me as well

Rolled 47 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1848161

Rolled 26 (1d100)

>>1848161

Rolled 38 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1848161

Rolled 5 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1848161

alright. writing it up

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>Hack at the tree you’re on and try to get her to expose her position while she dodges.

You plant your feet down and try to hack away at the tree. Last time had a solid effect on the battle field, so no reason to deviate from what works. You swing a mighty swing and start hacking away against this tree. With each swing you try to scan the area, but still no sign of her.

“Hey Warpath I’m closing in on your position.” You hear cracking on your com.

“Move it Rat!”

Finally you make head way and start to bring it down. As it comes creaking down opposite your perch, you make a quick scanning of the perimeter to where she could be hiding. You don’t see her but you catch a glimps of her grapple shot. She was lurking to the northwest, but when she emerges she swings wide to the left side and right towards you with a flying kick.

>Take the hit like a champ. It’ll damage you but you will have her in close quarters
>Dodge out of the way (negative to agility)
>Try to counter her with your Halberd
>Swing with your Power Fang Fist (a miss might cause you to lose footing though)
>Write in

>>1848228
>>Take the hit like a champ. It’ll damage you but you will have her in close quarters
>Grab her leg after it hits, slam her buggy ass into the dirt and pin her.

>>1848228
>Take the hit

Rolled 16 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

Alright i'm gonna need a Str test to endure that hit

1d100+5

Rolled 1 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1848266

>>1848269
I might need to stop.

Rolled 93 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1848266

Rolled 6 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1848266
hmm i thought i set it up to subtract five. lemme test this again. (The roll on this post doesn't count i just need to see if i put it correctly)

>>1848269
...Wow

>>1848270
Well atleast it cant get any worse than that

>>1848276
+-5 for the roll

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>>1848278
ah ok. that makes more sense. Thanks

Rolled 79 + 5 (1d100 + 5)

>>1848266
do crits override?

>>1848290
They can cancel out a bad roll and overpower a low roll on my end.

alrighty. Writing it up

>>1848292
I more meant does the nat one mean we failed even with the 93

>>1848336
No cause that 93 was a 98, so that negates a nat one. Additionally modifiers can prevent full fails

I'm not a believer of one failure negating all possible progress (say an 80, 60, a 1 and a 50. The one will more than likely mean you wont have the full effect you wanted, like auto canceling your 80. you would just have to hope what ever is left rolled, meets my target numbers)

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>Take the hit like a champ. It’ll damage you but you will have her in close quarters
>Grab her leg after it hits, slam her buggy ass into the dirt and pin her.

“Hai-ya”

You attempt to brace yourself, preparing to take the hit from her incoming attack. She’s got you dead to rights, but she’ll be up close just how you like it.

She swings in with a fierce kick but when it hits, it doesn’t land with the amount of force you expect. In fact you don’t even budge.

The two of your eyes meet for a second, look back to where her heeled feet connected and look back at each other.

“Uh-oh.” Blackarachnia meekly mutters as you grab her leg and push yourselves off the tree trunk bridge. The two of you come crashing down and but she takes the brunt of it as you land on top of her. Still you’re both in rough shape but you’ve got her pinned. She’s struggling under you but not making any progress.

“Ugh…so much for cats landing on their feet.” she wheezes sarcastically.


>Take her captive, find out what she’s been up to
>Go for a KO punch and get out of here. She may have other surprises around.
>Show her firsthand how vicious you are, go for the kill
>Write in

>>1848365
>Go for a KO punch and get out of here. She may have other surprises around.
>Write in
A quick grope on her behind or bewbs after you knock her out. Quickly or else rattrap will see us.

>>1848365
Knock her out and capture her use her ko'd body to attract any other tricks she may have.

>>1848365
>>Go for a KO punch and get out of here. She may have other surprises around.

>>1848365
>>Go for a KO punch and get out of here. She may have other surprises around.

We ain't silverbolt, knock her ass out.

>>1848380
Jeez anon, making the black gurl turn tricks already? Didn't think we'd be pimpin so early in game.

>>1848369
>>1848388
>>1848390
Can we drag her Knocked out ass with us? She's information.

>>1848365
>Show her firsthand how vicious you are, go for the kill
knocking her out means we gain nothing

>>1848391
I meant any traps or allies. Basically living sheild.

>>1848392

She's also a spy, a trickerster that could out double cross starscream and quick on her trigger finger.

She may have info but taking her back to base is actually more dangerous than leaving her here.

At least with her here, unless she wakes up or one of her "comrades" comes and gets her she's out of commision for at least a few days.

Besides, what info could we reliably gain from her? Everything out of her mouth will more than likely be a goddamn lie leading us into a trap, and I doubt a pred like her would leave her brain undefended to a probing.

>>1848397
Do a pump and dump.

I suppose we can attach modular equipment to her groin and have her fool rattrap.

>>1848401
What if we lobotomize her? How did they turn all the maximal pods to predicons again? Lets do that to her in reverse.

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>>1848369
pic related, you can try this but it'll require a stealth check since Rattrap is closing in

>>1848391
pic related

>>1848397
No worries, i knew what you meant. though i did have to read it twice to be sure

>>1848392
Yea you can

>>1848393
It means she's not talking now. I would write it that you used her own grapple wire as rope to restrain her.

>>1848403
The Predacons used reprogramming chips while protoforms are in stasis pods

In all seriousness though

So far there have been a few ideas passed around so lets see if i got this

Most are favoring KO and leaving (with a few other options)
Do you want to take her captive or leave her behind
>captive
>leave

>>1848365
>Go for a KO punch and get out of here. She may have other surprises around.

>>1848416
>captive
Ask Rattrap if the Maximals can keep her.

>>1848416
>>captive

>>1848416
>captive

>>1848416
>>leave

My stance is clear on the matter, to quote the Ancestor of the Darkest Dungeon leave the bitch in the weald, where her wildness would be welcomed.

>>1848416
>Captive

Captive
>>1848418
>>1848419
>>1848420
>>1848424

Leave
>>1848422

Alright then. Writing it up

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>Go for a KO punch
>Take her captive

“Lights out.”

You raise yourself up from her just enough to keep to reach an arm back. She doesn’t have a moment to say anything when you clock her one to knock her out.

This is the first time you’ve gotten a real good look at your attacker. Someone clearly took some calculated ‘aesthetic’ choices with her superstructure. Shame she’s a Pred. Not that you’re a full-fledged Maximal and all but might put a damper on things. Especially seeing as she attacked you.

You get back up from with a groan, that fall did a bit more damage than you expected. Looking down on her you decide she might have some information on Predacon activities and might be a good chance to find out what she’s doing out here. Particularly since she’s been to that north grove; she may have learned something about the scans that you and Rattrap had performed. At the least, learn more about those arachnoids that she used on you. You bend down to reach for her weapon when you hear someone clear their throat.

“Am I, uh, interrupting anything?” Rattrap puts down his raised gun with a cocked eye brow.

“Shut up, Rattrap.” You pick up her grapple gun and start removing the cable. “You took your sweet time rodent.”

He puts his gun away. “Yeah well, there were a few spots that needed marking. Would’ve fully disarmed them, but I would’ve been even later to you and Legs little playdate.” He looks down at her as you tie her up. “Looks like you had everything under control though.”

“Wanna give me a hand then?”

Rattrap put up his hands, “Hey she’s your date; wouldn’t want to impose.”

Smartass rodent. “I’m taking her as a prisoner, dumbass. I trust even the Axalon has facilities for that?”

“Well, technically yea. Not that I’d want to have the spider in our base. But it’s one less Predacon trying to vape us out here.”

“Then give me a hand here.”

“Hey you’re the big bad barbarian bot. You should be able to handle her.”

“I need to get into beast mode to start repairs before the energon build up gets worse.”

He goes over to pick Blackarachnia up. “Then toss her on your back. Unless you rather keep her at your outpost till back up arrives.”

You’re low on options. What do you want to do?

>Transform back to beast mode and carry Blackarachnia on your back.
>Take her to the outpost and call it in. Maximal back up couldn’t hurt.
>Remain in robot mode and fireman carry her out
>Write in

>>1848464
>Transform back to beast mode and carry Blackarachnia on your back

>>1848464
>Fireman carry
Easier to deal with her if she wakes up.
Also,
>fucking gerbil gobot bullshit.

>>1848472
>>1848471
>>1848464
Kay, swapping to transform.

alright roll'em

give me a straight up 2d100 (endurance to make it out quickly and one to ensure you dont encounter any other possible threats)

>>1848464
>Transform back to beast mode and carry Blackarachnia on your back.
>Write in
What if we used reprogramming chips on her while she is in stasis, or try and do a memory wipe?

Rolled 29, 52 = 81 (2d100)

>>1848487

>>1848488
That's extraordinarily morally questionable.
We could try treating her like people, avoiding torture and reprogramming though.
I suppose if need be we could cut a deal so she doesn't have to rust in a cell.
But we should maybe make it clear that's also fine.

>>1848488
Well this could be possible, but also dangerous.

[spoilers] Its also not really a Maximal thing to do, though they could consider putting her back in statis. Also as in the show, Predacon reprogramming chips have 'shell programs' that insure that any attempts to tamper their programing will cause lost of spark. [/spoiler]

Rolled 65, 39 = 104 (2d100)

>>1848487

>>1848494
this is also a possibility if you can work out a deal with her.

Warpath isnt fully Maximal, though supports them

Rolled 67, 39 = 106 (2d100)

>>1848494
Trying to test the waters on making our own faction.

>>1848500
This had been brought up in the past. It would be really tricky seeing as you lack the tech expertise and seeing as you are currently working with the Maximals, you'd have to keep your efforts discreet.

If enough of a push was made, i could (and have) present possible scenario that would be more 'independent' in nature.

But as it stands you lack resources, troops and a more secure base of operations

Oh and before i forget, there are other ways to 'reprogram' bots without the standard chips.

the predacons have access to this tech and used it before in season 1

>>1848489
>>1848496
>>1848499
in the meantime, writing it up

>>1848500
Have you tried just sitting down, and talking to your fellow bots? Understanding their wants and needs?
And if that fails, ruling through fear, bribery and leverage for the greater good?

>>1848508

Yeah and that worked out so well for them didn't it?

>>1848515
In a word,
Yeeeeesssss

Haha

though of course, if someone were to make alterations on such technology, it could be refined

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>Transform back to beast mode and carry Blackarachnia on your back

“Warpath, beast mode.”

You transform back into your Saber-tooth Tiger form. You look over to Rattrap and gesture with your head.

“Do you mind? I don’t exactly have opposable thumbs in this form.”

“Yea, whatever.” He walks over to the bound up spider and tosses her over your back like a sack. She’s not too heavy but he could’ve been a bit gentler for your sake. Not that you would openly say that, but you did just take a rough fall.

“Beast mode” He turns back into his rat form. “So to the Axalon then?”

“We, well you were heading there anyways.” You say as you groan. “Begin internal repairs.”

The two of you start heading outwards from the forest. You’re surprised that despite your damage you can keep up with the rat. It helps that the fembot’s sizable endowments don’t add too much to her overall weight. Your patrols in these woods make it easier to navigate them to find the quickest and more discreet way to the clearing that leads to the Maximal’s ship.

As you head back your mind wanders a bit, thinking about your situation. It’s not a bad deal you have with the Maximals. They supply you with tech and you can operate without the oversight. You prefer your independence but so far the Maximals have been more then helpful when you’ve needed their assistance. But who’s to say that it’ll stay this way. They do get pushy, particularly Optimus when it comes down joining them as a full-fledged member.

“Hey watch your step, Fangs.”

You snap out of your thoughts when you take notice of a bright red marker. It looks like one of the spider’s snare traps.

“Sheesh, did you take a few blows to the head back there? You nearly walked right into that one like a newborn.”

You shake your head. You need to focus on the task at hand. “Just lost in my thoughts. Lead on since you know where these traps are set.”

“Well then just follow me and keep your distance. Don’t need some clumsy cat stepping on my tail.”

I’d do more than that rodent if you keep testing me. You breathe heavily out of your nose and resume your journey back. Periodically you look over your shoulder to see if Blackarachnia has woken up or trying anything. She looks like she’s still out cold but who knows for how much longer.

You’re not too far away from the Axalon.

>Call up the Maximal HQ, you’re coming in +1
>Just keep on until you get there.
>Have Rattrap make sure the prisoner is secure
>Write in

>>1848538
>>Call up the Maximal HQ, you’re coming in +1
>Have Rattrap make sure the prisoner is secure

>>1848538
>Call up the Maximal HQ, you’re coming in +1
>Have Rattrap make sure the prisoner is secure

Yup

>>1848538
>Raido Maximal HQ

Rolled 38, 60 = 98 (2d100)

Alright writing it up

ignore me

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>Call up the Maximal HQ, you’re coming in +1
>Have Rattrap make sure the prisoner is secure

As you begin your approach, you activate your ER Comlink.

“Warpath, to Axalon. Come in.”

There’s a few moments of static, but you get a response.

“Cheetor here, whats up big cat? How’d the mission go?”

“Rattrap and are coming in with a prisoner. Prepare a cell or something.”

“WHOA, you guys captured a Pred? Oh man, why didn’t you guys call for back up? I could’ve…”

Rattrap turns around and walks up to your comlink.

“Geez, kid will you quiet down and put Sentinal on stand by while we come in?”

“Oh right. One second.”

The Rat just shakes his head. “Humph. Kids. Can’t live with’em and you can’t shoot them out the airlock.”

You roll your eyes. “How about you do me a favor and check on the prisoner? Make sure she hasn’t woken up and messed with her bindings will you?”

Rattrap takes a halfhearted look over towards her backside by her legs. “Ah she’s fine.”

You just stare at him.

“What? If she was gonna do anything, I’m sure she would’ve made her move by now.”

You just pick up your pace towards the Axalon, shaking your head. You look over your shoulder a few times to check to see if her eyes had opened yet. Still closed. Maybe the rat’s right but he should be smarter about something like this.

You get on board the lowered platform to get inside. There’s barely enough room for the three of you in your current form, but you manage. Cheetor is standing up top, bright eyed as he waits for you guys to leave the lift.

“Ultra gear. Nice job guys. Here I thought you guys were just doing an energon scan.”

“Well that’s how our lovely trip started. But fang face over here wanted to make it a full adventure and playdate.”

You bite your tongue and resist the urge to smack him. Cheetor laughs clearly seeing the frustration on your face.

“Well if you want I can take her over to the lower levels if you like or would you rather.”

“You should let the kid handle it; you took some hard hits out there. Sometime in the CR chamber would do you some good.”

“You’re not volunteering?” You ask Rattrap, though you’re not surprised.

“What do I look like a packrat? Your prisoner, you do it.” He walks over to one of the monitor stations.

What do you want to do?

>”Where’s the rest of the Maximals?”
>Hand over Blackarachnia to Cheetor, the CR Chamber sounds good right now
>Take the prisoner yourself to the lower levels
>Remind Rattrap to give their findings and scans to Rhinox
>Write in

>>1848577
>Take the prisoner to the lower cells
>Remind rattrap to hand over findings to Rhinox.

>>1848577
>>Take the prisoner yourself to the lower levels
>>Remind Rattrap to give their findings and scans to Rhinox
>>Write in

Seriously check those bindings she could be faking.

Also signing off, got work tomorrow and I've pushed this horse as far as he's willing to go.

Night all, good luck and don't get out collective sabertoothed ass shot by this bitch.

>>1848577
>Take the prisoner yourself to the lower levels
>Write in
Make sure shes bound up tight and properly.

No need to speak of any secrets with a pred ontop of us.

>>1848581
If shes faking, then why speak of any secrets we definitely don't have where she can hear us.

>>1848581
Good night. We might do one or two more post and then i might call it a night myself.

We maybe doing another thread again tomorrow. I'll try to start a bit earlier to get the most of it.

>>1848577
>Take the prisoner to the lower cells

Writing

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>Take the prisoner yourself to the lower levels

“I can handle her.” You say.

Cheetor nods. “I’ll call up Rhinox and Big Bot to let them know you’re here and about our guest.”

“They’re not here?”

“Rhinox is. Big Bot and Dinobot went out to investigate something in the south in Tengu sector.”

You transform into your robot form. Your internal repairs helped but you’ll still need the chamber to bring back up to 100%. Its moments like this that you wish your captive were awake. You still have to carry her down there. No rest for the wicked.

When you reach a narrow passage, you take a moment to check the bindings. So far so good, not even signs of loosening from struggling. You did clock her pretty hard or she’s a hell of an actress.

You lug around the spider woman to the lower levels. It takes a bit longer as you are careful to not pass by any ‘sensitive’ areas. No need to give a potential threat an opportunity to cause trouble.

The ‘detention area’ in the lower levels is a fairly wide open area, with a few circular spots. You set her down on one of these plates and head back to the master controls. A set of red beams come down around her as the cell forms. Prisoner secure, even if she awakens she’s stuck in here.

Now to head back up and get patched up. Hopefully you can get a half decent rest while..

“Leaving so soon?”

Aw slag. You snarl as you whip around with your Halberd to bear and see Blackarachnia still slumped on the ground.

“And here I thought we could have a little talk.”

>”So you were playing dead. Figures.”
>”Got nothing to say to you Pred”
>”What are you talking about?”
>Say nothing and leave her
>Write in

>>1848605
>Write in
You don't weigh enough to be a heavy sleeper.

>>1848606
Check our pockets for anything she may have swapped. Including our communicator thingy?

Writing, this will probably be the last one tonight

>>1848608
ooo, i like this

Roll

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>1848611
Awe fuge, I gave you ideas.
>paranoia intensifies.jpg

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>”You don’t weigh enough to be a heavy sleeper.”

She gives you a dirty look. “And you’ve been spending too much time with the rat.”

You approach the energy cage. She flicks one of the bars with a small shock. “Cozy, much like your little tree fort.”

Her tone gives of an air of smugness as she sees you getting that sick feeling in your gut. She knows where you’re hideout is. Worse, you couldn’t tell. There was no smell of anyone anywhere near your spot and your sensors didn’t pick her up.

“You said you wanted to talk? Then talk already.”

“The direct approach? A bit cliché. Why not chat a while or are you afraid your Maximal pals are gonna come down here and check on you?”

Your eyes narrow as she continues to her taunting.

“I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised though. A big strong bad bot like yourself seems to prefer things that way.”

“Getting bored now.” You say as you start turning away.

“Hold it. Fine, we’ll do this your way.” She says, with some of the smugness disappearing.

Do you wish to ask her anything? Being down here too long may raise suspicion with the other Maximals but you might learn a few things

>”How long have you been in the forest?”
>”If you knew where I’ve been, why wait so long to attack?”
>”Where’s your layer?”
>”How many other Predacons are in the area?”
>Write in

>>1848620
>”How long have you been in the forest?”
>”If you knew where I’ve been, why wait so long to attack?”

I don't mind continuing tomorrow.

>>1848624
Sounds good. I'll leave it here for now and we'll continue tomorrow.

Thanks for coming out (and to everyone else as well)

>>1848626
Still here?

>*unzips pants*
Now that hes gone to sleep, your all alone in this cell with me Arachnia.

>>1848620
>”How long have you been in the forest?”
>”If you knew where I’ve been, why wait so long to attack?”

Time to make ourselves a warlord of a independent faction

Thread will resume in about 3 hours

>>1848620
>>”How long have you been in the forest?”
>>”If you knew where I’ve been, why wait so long to attack?”

>>1848658
Also possible, some manner of attempt at reconciliation between factions.

>>1848620
>Just leave

>>1848620
>If you knew where I was why wait that long to attack?
>Hey, wanna make a deal?

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>”How long have you been in the forest?”
>”If you knew where I’ve been, why wait so long to attack?”

You decide it might not be such a bad idea to get some information out of her while you're down here.

"How long have you been in the forest?"

"Longer than you've been online." She says. "For my own reasons of course. A girl has to have a hobby."

You haven't been around for very long, so if she's been operating there for awhile she must have a set up somewhere.

"If you knew where I've been, why wait so long to attack?"

She cracks a smile "Oh I was curious as to what cause such a ruckus back at the Darksyde. A few of those bozo compatriots of mine set out for a defenseless little stasis pod and return to the base next to scrap."

"You didn't answer my question."

"No I didn't did I? I'm not some dunderhead who rushes into a situation without a plan." She raises on of her pincer like hand up and holds it up like she's holding something. "When I stalk my prey I wait for just the right moment to strike. Didn't count on you catching me watching."

"So you were planning to ambush me when I was vulnerable?"

"That was the original plan. Though I have to admit you surprise me. Like I said, you don't act like one of those goodie two shoe Maximals."

"Maybe cause I'm not fully Maximal. I like my independence." You cross your arms.

She adjust her stance rest her hand on her hip, sticking it out dramatically. "Is that so? Got your own ambitions then? Interesting."

"What scheme are you formulating now?"

"Oh I was just thinking about how lonely being independent can be. It would explain your little hiding hole."

"Snipers nest."

"Whatever."

"What are you suggesting then? Working together? I already have a deal with the Maximals."

"All I'm suggesting is that, if you're smarter than you look, you could have two deals. One less restrictive."

"And what do you get out of this? What's your angle?"

"Well for starters, I'm no good to you in my current situation." She gives you a wink and a smile.

Your comlink begins to crack. It's Cheetor.

"Hey Warpath, come in. Is everything alright down there?"

>"On my way back. The prisoner is secure." (Leave and head back to the main deck)
>"Everything is fine. Heading up shortly. (Lie, work with Blackarachnia - roll for deception required)
>"Just a moment. The prisoner is awake and won't shut up." (Shoot down Blackarachnia's offer)
>Ignore the call. (Will most likely raise suspicion with the Maximals and will head down to the lower levels)
>write in

>>1849637
>Yeah, be up shortly, the fight fucked up my legs something fierce.
>Listen, I'll think about it. You talk a big game, but then again you did when we fought too. I might not be the smartest bot, but sweet words and fine superstructure ain't enough.

>>1849637
>>"On my way back. The prisoner is secure." (Leave and head back to the main deck)
"I'm sure you can get out on your own. Prove your skills and we'll talk."
She's primarily an espionage specialist. If she can't find a way to break out of peacenik central without us helping her, she won't be much good to us.

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>>1849637

Hmm...

I really, really don't trust this bitch, but on the other hand having an insider to the preds is a hell of a deal.

That being said she'd sell us out faster than Rattrap can set a demolision charge if it meant she'd save her own hide.

...

>"Everything is fine. Heading up shortly. (Lie, work with Blackarachnia - roll for deception required)

>write in

I don't work with half assed information, what do I get out of this deal, straight up no slag.

Ok voting closed. Writing, might take a bit. Lunch arrived

Rolled 4 - 10 (1d100 - 10)

Damn forgot

Since it seems from what the write ins suggest, you're willing to hear her out with a bit of subterfuge so give me a deception roll

Ignore me and my chicken

Godamnit so we're planning to betray the maximals now?

Rolled 53 (1d100)

>>1849708
rollan

>>1849714
Personally? Not really. I just want to hear her try to sweeten the pot and give us info we could use.

Rolled 81 (1d100)

>>1849708
...did Cheetor just roll a negative 6 on his perception?
Fits. Kid really is gullible.

Rolled 11 (1d100)

>>1849708
Working with her isn't gonna end well

Rolled 15 (1d100)

>>1849708

>>1849752
Yes, yes he did haha

And I was worried the -10 wouldn't be enough

>>1849752

me thinks we just did a jedi mind trick

>>1849714

No we're just playing the morally grey character that doesn't give a fuck what the politics are just that the job gets done.

If blackarachnia can do that job, then we work with her, if she can't or she turns on us we put her in a fucking hearse.

End goal Meg's is put on ice, the various transformers in this shitpile of a situation get what they deserve, be it happy endings or savage fatal beatings, and we ride into the galactic sunset on a repaired spaceship going on adventures like we were fucking supposed to when we got on the damn thing back on cybertron in the first place.

>>1849802

this.

>>1849802

If we help Blacharachnia take the Predacon throne for herself, the worst that happens, really, is that the War continues but with Megatron totaled giving the Maximals a huge edge. At best, she might be inclined to some sort of ceasefire or even a peace. We'd have to expect a betrayal, of course, but it might be a price worth paying.

>>1849839
oh yes replacing that megalomaniac brute with someone cunning is such a good idea

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>Everything is fine. Heading up shortly (Lie)

"Everything is fine Cheetor. The fight screwed up my leg, so it's taking me a bit."

"Oh ok big cat. I'll get the CR Chamber primed and ready for you."

"Appreciate it kid. Warpath out." You kind of feel guilty lying to the kid like that, but this is an intriguing possibility if the fembot is being legit.

"See what I say? The Maximals are fools. You could do so much better."

"All I did for you was give you a few clicks. Talk fast, what do I get out of this deal?"

She stands up straight, "It's simple, if you plan on playing your own game you're gonna need technology and troops. Technology is something I can provide, how do you think I've evaded the Maximals and your sensors?"

"I'm listening."

"No, not till we get back to your snipers nest."

"No deal."

"Hey, I've got my own risk here. If I get caught the Maximals will find a way around it and you lose an edge."

That's a bit of a catch 22. On one hand you could use that tech to avoid both sides scanners, perfect for covert ops. But if the Maximals have it they could get a huge boon against the preds for a while.

She continues, "As for troops I doubt either side has anyone willing to out right turn on their own group so we'll need new and...loyal recruits."

"Stasis pods."

"Precisely. Together we can coordinate and gain access to their programming before either side can. Tarantulus and I did so before with mixed results but I just happen to have a few modified reprogramming chips that should get the job done if properly done."

"Mixed results?"

Blackarachnia shakes her head, "Inferno. Nuff said."

"Listen, I'll think about it. You talk a big game, but then again you did when we fought too. I might not be the smartest bot, but sweet words and fine superstructure ain't enough."

She crosses her arms, "Think quickly. In the meantime what about me?" You give her a look. "You gonna let me out of here or not?"

"Aren't you an espionage expert? If you can't get yourself out, what good are you?"

"I can get out of this ship just fine but if you disable the internal defenses I could have an easier time without raising suspicion. In and out without their notice."

"And raise suspicion to myself?"

"Can't be blamed if you were in the CR chamber when I escape." She winks.

So, what do you say?

>Deal for now (have sentinel stand down and exit)
>agree (sent sentinel in stand by mode and exit - will activate shortly after the cell bars depower)
>Agree, but test the bugs abilities (set sentinel on a timer to deactivate and reactivate after a set amount of time)
>No deal (keep up the defenses and leave)
>Write ins

>>1849897
No deal (keep up the defenses and leave)
yeah no reprogramming is immoral as hell and why would we give up a good relationship with the maximals for a partnership with a traitor

>>1849897
>>No deal (keep up the defenses and leave)

>>1849897

>No deal (keep up the defenses and leave)

I'm willing to bet my bearings that the Maximals have a way of tracking who deactivates their security.

I might not be totally on their side, but I'm sure as fuck not going to screw up the good deal I've got here.

My message still stands, you get out you're worth dealing with, you don't then you weren't and I can get on with my business.

I'm giving you the same ultimatum I gave Optimus, prove yourself to me.

>>1849925
this

>>1849897
>>No deal (keep up the defenses and leave)
She just wants us to help her escape, that would be fine. Ish.
But then she suggests we evade suspicion by entering a CR chamber, where we'd be essentially unconscious, right after she admits she has what she needs to reprogram unconscious bots?
How stupid does she think we are?

>>1849931
Reprogramming chips don't work that way.

Plus she'd have to get to you in the upper levels where the other Maximals are at.

Remember she's damaged as well

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>>1849939
Fair point. Might have left my paranoia hat on too long.
...nah, that's crazy talk.

Alright. Writing

>>1849897

>No deal (keep up the defenses and leave)

Wouldn't mind it if we just wanted to start a new faction/subfaction, but we don't want to sell out the Maximals, and we don't want to force anyone under our heel. We may be independent, but we're a Maximal independent.

>>1849897
>agree (sent sentinel in stand by mode and exit - will activate shortly after the cell bars depower)

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>No deal (keep up the defenses and leave)

"No deal. Too much risk on my side. Think I'm foolish enough to ruin the deal I have now?"

"Tough as you are, you won't last on your own."

"Look, you want out then do it on your own. Same deal I gave Optimus. Prove yourself to me."

You turn to walk out of the room. She scowls at you, "When I get out of here and if I'm willin to work with you, you owe me."

"Show me then." You close the door behind you.

You're not to sure how to feel about that offer. The idea of your own faction was tempting but selling out the Maximals? Reprogramming pronto forms into joining you? You're not wild about the idea of forcing others under your thumb especially since you've fought so hard for your own freedom. Still if she's the goods, then she'll prove it by escaping on her own.

It doesn't take you long to get up to the command center. Cheetor turns to look over you.

"Hey there you are." He moves over to ease you into the CR Chamber. You wave him off. You're a warrior not a cripple.

"Just relax big cat, by the time you're good as new, Optimus will be back. Rhinox is going over the readings you and Rattrap brought a and can brief you in on the analysis later."

"Fine, fine. Lemme just get in before I rust."

>Warn Cheetor about Blackarachnia's possible escape attempt (will make it even more difficult for her)
>Stay silent about the spiders escape, this is a test to see if she's worth working with
>Ask if Rhinox found anything important that can't wait
>Relax and repair, tough as you are you're no good to fight right now
>write in

>>1850079
>>Warn Cheetor about Blackarachnia's possible escape attempt (will make it even more difficult for her)
I don't like her

>>1850079
>>Stay silent about the spiders escape, this is a test to see if she's worth working with
>Ask if Rhinox found anything important that can't wait

If he hasn't found anything then

>Relax and repair, tough as you are you're no good to fight right now

>>1850079
>>1850099
Backing this.

>>1850079
>>Warn Cheetor about Blackarachnia's possible escape attempt (will make it even more difficult for her)

Cheetor's naive and almost too easy to fool, Blackarachnia escaping from him wouldn't be a fair test of her abilities if we -don't- warn him.
Then

>Relax and repair, tough as you are you're no good to fight right now

>>1850079
>Stay silent about the spiders escape
>Relax and Repair

>>1850079
>Relax and repair, tough as you are you're no good to fight right now
Don't warn cheetor though, she's got a lot stacked against her as-is

>>1850079
>write in
Let cheetor know shes conscious.
This is without us letting him know shes trying to escape, but makes cheetor more alert.

Warn
>>1850097
>>1850111

Silence
>>1850119
>>1850113
>>1850099
>>1850103

Alright, writing it up. gonna do a few rolls in a bit. just ignore them

Rolled 44 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

First roll ignore me

Rolled 34 + 20 (1d100 + 20)

second roll, ignore me

Rolled 85 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1850210
Counter roll

Rolled 53 + 10 (1d100 + 10)

>>1850217
counter roll

Rolled 60, 74, 56 = 190 (3d100)

>Stay silent about the spiders escape
>Relax and Repair

You decide that with Sentinel’s defenses and her current predicament, the odds are already stacked against her. If you told Cheetor, he’d most likely go with either Rattrap or Rhinox. Even if the kid was foolish to go it alone, she’s in no shape to fight.

But if she’s good enough to not only escape, but do so quietly, that’s Commando material. You might just have an ally on the inside when you start taking the fight to Megatron and the Predacons. But for now, let’s see what she can do.

“Has Rhinox found out anything yet?” You say as you lean back into the machine.

Cheetor shakes his head, “Too early for anything concrete, but he did say that there’s a chance that the process to turn the raw energon into stable cubes and crystals could be replicated. But it’ll take a while to determine if it’s worth it.”

“Interesting, I look forward to hearing the rest.”

“Oh one last thing, Rhinox wanted to know if you wanted him to try upgrading your Halberd. He remembered you asked if he could implement an energon blade or something.”

Hmm, you had almost forgot about that and if you are in the CR chamber, you wont be needing it at the moment. Any upgrade you have done will take him away from his scans of the energon grove, but if Blackarachnia succeeds, she does might give you the knowledge from the grove seeing as she’s been that area for awhile.

Rhinox only has time for one if you want any

>Nah, let him focus on his research
>Sure have him take a swing at it.
>Can he upgrade my powerfist instead?
>Can he make special rounds for my sniper rifle?
>Write in


one more time, ignore the rolls

>>1850248
>>Sure have him take a swing at it.

>>1850248
>Sure have him take a swing at it.

>>1850248
>Nah, let him focus on his research.

>>1850248
>>Sure have him take a swing at it.
More work on the energon can be done at any time, but like hell we're going to seperated from our weapon too often.

Alright

Writing it up

In the meantime, give me a 2d100 roll to see how successful he is with the 'distraction'

Rolled 81, 33 = 114 (2d100)

>>1850328

Rolled 53, 82 = 135 (2d100)

>>1850328

Rolled 61, 76 = 137 (2d100)

>>1850328

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>Sure have him take a swing at it.

“Sure Cheetor, have Rhinox take swing at it.”

You hear Rattrap ‘Heehaa’ in the background.

“No problem, Warpath. Just relax and you’ll be good as new.”

With that the door comes down and you are in darkness. You rest within the CR Chamber. It’s been a long day and you could use the snooze.

The hot summer sun rains down upon your shoulders. Muscles tense, you crack the bones in your neck as you search for your next prey. Padding out towards a protruding rock you take perch upon it. The grasslands are alive this day, the herds are on the move and the water hole is ripe with life. You have your pick of the kill. You’re confident in your prowess as a hunter that nothing you bring your fangs to bear upon will escape you. After a full scan of the land, you single out a horned beast that’s broken away from its herd, grazing for more food while the rest move around. You move down into the sun dried grass and lay your body flat long the earth. Slowly you move forward to prevent from startling it. Closer and closer…

You awaken from the dream. What did Tigatron call it, residual memories of your beast mode? Still it’s not so bad this time.

You are alerted to seeing a few of the Maximals on high alert. You notice Rattrap talking with Optimus and Dinobot. Rhinox seems to be fiddling around with some

“What happened?”

“Blackarachina managed to escape.” Optimus says with a grim expression.

Huh, legs actually did it.

“Yea but it was pretty sloppy,” Rattrap adds. “She triggered the alarm when she broke out of her cell.”

Rhinox chimes in, “Sentinel did get a few stun shots on her but according to sensor logs she suddenly disappeared.”

Rattrap continues, “The kid when down there alone and the spider got the drop on him. He’s in the other CR Chamber at the moment.”
“How? She was pretty roughed up last we saw her.”

“Snagged him one of those blasted nets of hers and gave him a bite of cyber venom. Then she bolted. Fortunately I got there in time to save Cheetor he’ll only be out for repairs for a short while.”

Odd, she showed restraint. A gesture of good faith or a calculated gamble to save her own skin?

Rhinox intercedes, “I’m more concerned how she was able to evade our sensors. It’s like she was there and then she wasn’t.”

Rattrap rubs his chin. “Now that you mention it, Fangs and I had trouble finding her earlier.”

Optimus turns to you, “What do you make of it? Anything to add to help with this?”

>(Lie) No idea, didn’t say a helpful word to me
>She might have some device that makes her impervious to sensors
>She did a lot of talking but nothing solid that I could believe
>write in

>>1850528
>She did a lot of talking but nothing solid that I could believe

>>1850528
>>She did a lot of talking but nothing solid that I could believe

>>1850528
>>She did a lot of talking but nothing solid that I could believe
>Wouldn't doubt she's got something that makes it harder to target her though.

writing

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>She did a lot of talking but nothing solid that I could believe

“She ran her mouth a lot but nothing that would help us.”

Rattrap, “Typical Pred.”

Dinobot snarls.

Optimus shakes her head. “Well that’s just Prime.”

“Anyone tracking her movements?”

Optimus shakes his head, “Well she’s still not coming up on our scanners, but we have them set to cycle through various scan frequencies. But I’m certain she’ll be well clear of them by now. Tigatron and Airazor have been put on alert and keeping a look out. Let’s hope their search comes up with something.:

Rhinox, steps up, “Well on the other side of the credit, Rattrap and Warpath did bring back some interesting readings. This could lead to some interesting research and possibilities.”

“By the way, How’s my Halberd?”

“Right this way.” Rhinox gestures towards another room. You see your weapon on a counter top but the edge seems to be smaller.

“As you can see, I had to make some slight alterations. The actual blade is a bit shorter now, but with the energon it will make up the difference.” He picks up the halberd one handed and twist the handle. A blade extends out with a shimmer.

“A few things you need to know. First the blade is sharper now so it should take fewer hits to take down whatever you’re hitting. Secondly it does draw power from your systems, you’ll be sacrificing power for endurance.”

“If I’m not using my Rifle could I transfer power to the Halberd?”

Rhinox rubs his chin, “Technically you can transfer any systems power to the blade but there is of course some risk to that.”

You nod, feeling sure enough to not over extend yourself.

INVENTORY ADDITION: ENERGON HALBERD (update to pastebin coming soon)

You head back into the command center with Rhinox, Optimus walks over. “So Warpath, you heading back to your base or willing to assist in the search for the she spider?”

Rattrap butts in, “Why bother? She’s probably half way to Pred central by now, with her condition.”

What do you say?

>I’m down for a hunt (use as an excuse to try and communicate with Blackarachnia)
>I’ll be heading back to my post
>Predacon territory? Sounds dangerous, I’m in.
>Write in

(sorry for the delay - family stuff)

>>1850809
>>I’m down for a hunt (use as an excuse to try and communicate with Blackarachnia)

>>1850809
>I’m down for a hunt (use as an excuse to try and communicate with Blackarachnia)

>>1850809
>>I’m down for a hunt (use as an excuse to try and communicate with Blackarachnia)

alright. writing

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>I’m down for a hunt (use as an excuse to try and communicate with Blackarachnia)

“Patched up and ready to rock!”

Optimus give you a salute “Then move out! And good luck to you”

Rattrap calls out, “Watch your tail out there. You’re going this one alone without me, so watch for those traps.”

You move over to the platform and as it descends you think about where she could be headed.

“Beast Mode.”

>She may have gone back towards the forest, let’s check there first.
>Rattrap suspects she will make a beeline for the Predacon ship
>Blackarachnia might be lying low, try to search for clues nearby
>Call Tigatron or Airazor to see if they have eyes on her and where they’ve searched
>Attempt scanning frequencies (risk of getting detected by Maximals)
>Write in

>>1850909
>Blackarachnia might be lying low, try to search for clues nearby

>>1850909
>>Blackarachnia might be lying low, try to search for clues nearby

>>1850909
>>Blackarachnia might be lying low, try to search for clues nearby

Ok give me a roll

Rolled 3 (1d100)

>>1850961

Rolled 84 (1d100)

>>1850961

Rolled 36 (1d100)

>>1850961

alright writing

>Blackarachnia might be lying low, try to search for clues nearby

You look around near the base of the ship, trying to get a jist of where she exited. You recall her ability to avoid being tracked while in beast mode so it’ll make things more difficult.

You can’t find much of a trace of her being her but you get the idea that she might have veered south.

Look around the ground, you can see light tracks. While you still don’t have a definite read, you guess she must have headed either south or towards southwest.

Predacon ground. She’s most likely going for repairs. Either direction, you might be able to catch up to here if you hoof it.

>Head out south. Towards the swamp
>Head out southwest, this is where you had your first combat engagement
>Swing wide towards the woods, if you cant find her, find where she’s been hiding.
>Head out of standard com range of the Axalon and try a frequency
>Write in