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Optimus raised an eye ridge at Rattrap who was gawking at the newest member to the Maximals.

A new FEMALE member to the Maximals. It wasn’t surprising why Rattrap's jaw had nearly hit the floor; the femme was apparently attractive in Cybertronian standards… Think curvy and sexy and just about everything any male would’ve wanted.

In human expressions; ‘she was hot’.

Her color scheme was mostly blue, fluorescent light blue, and midnight black; her face reflected her beast mode like Silverbolt’s does and also like Silverbolt she was a fusor… more specifically a leopard/seagull/eagle ray triple fusor. Black colored hair tumbled down to her waist and three spikes ran down the sides of her neck in parallel.

Her body was a nice hour glass shape the sides covered by her beast mode skin and light blue leopard spots leaving the middle mostly an exposed metallic cyan colored ‘skin’.

The femme’s chest was slightly large but definitely smaller then Blackarachina’s and also covered in the same way that her belly was leaving the middle open. The upper part of her long legs were cover in her strange beast mode skin leaving the lower part the same cyan color as her belly was, her legs ended with slim royal blue high heels and silver metal claws curved over them; her arms were lightly built the upper part a nice gray blue color while from elbow down to her knuckles were covered in the same beast mode skin in a glove-like fashion.

Her beast mode was mostly on her back; the large neatly folded wings with the topside leopard-spot-covered and the bottom side a baby blue; her whip-like beast mode tail curved upwards away from the floor ending with a stiff, flat and barbed leaf shaped tail blade.

The only thing that was keeping Rattrap and Cheetor at bay would be her attitude.

The female glared at Rattrap with dark, piercing mercury optics. “One step closer, pal, and you’re gonna get some bullets shoved down your air pipe,” she snarled in a strange Russian accent.

It seems that Obscure (as she calls herself) liked to have some personal space. Especially AWAY from people like Rattrap, though, she really didn’t seem to mind Cheetor being around her so much since he actually only started staring from a comfortable distance.

Depth Charge had found the stasis-pod nearly off-line in grid Utah and the first thing he did was open the comlink and report about it and where to find it before abruptly leaving and letting Optimus, Rhinox, and Cheetor to go off and find it by themselves.

The only helpful thing Depth Charge had done was fight off Rampage in the last battle they had with the Predacons… which was several weeks ago. Come to think of, Optimus hadn’t seen the manta’s face around ever since the battle… And the Predacon’s silence usually meant that they were up to no good.

“Excuse me sir, would it be possible for me to have my new quarters on the opposite side of the base from him?” Obscure asked shaking Optimus out of his train of thoughts.

On the bright side, the femme had respect for most of her comrades unlike SOME PEOPLE he knew.

Optimus turned and scowled at Rattrap who was now leaning back on his seat and giving Optimus an innocent shrug. “Aww, c’mon on. A little get-to-know wouldn’t harm anyone,” he said trying to sound charming.

“Keep talking like that and I m gonna make a good RAT flambé out of you, you overgrown sonuva skid-plate kisser,” the femme fusor sneered.

Rattrap’s expression changed quite quickly after the insult. “Well… dat was new.”

Rhinox chuckled quietly in the back ground, Cheetor was all-out laughing, and Optimus couldn’t help but break into a grin.

Rattrap grumbled something under his breath about ‘stupid femmes’….

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“We MUST burn the Maximals, it is what the royalty has commanded!!!”

“Just SHUT UP, Ant-brain, we already KNOW what to do,” Rampage growled rumbling on in his tank mode.

“Finally we agree on something,” TM2 Dinobot hissed his skeletal jaw snapping shut like a steel trap in warning.

“Actually the ONLY time that we will agree on something,” Rampage snapped back.

“Do you REALLY wish for me to go over this AGAIN?” Dinobot asked sickle claws flicking.

“HA, like you did right after the incident that happened at the base yesterday?” Rampage queried.

The skeletal raptor flinched, and Inferno stumbled coughing loudly. The trios stopped and stared at the ground. “…That… just wasn’t right…” Dinobot muttered.

“I must say, the expression on you’re face was quite interesting… as well as the position we were in,” Rampage announced thoughtfully.

“Did you really have to bring that up?!?!” Dinobot shouted and quickly ran ahead of the group glaring daggers back at Rampage.

“Well what can I say? I AM a homicidal psychotic mass murderer after all…” The giant crab answered laughingly.

“AND a sick pervert!!!” The saurian added.

“THE MAXIMALS WILL BUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRNNNNN!!!” Inferno shrieked suddenly making both Rampage and Dinobot nearly levitate several feet into the air.

“SHUT UP!!!” The two yelled at the fire ant returning the favor by nearly making HIM levitate several feet into the air before continuing towards the Maximal base.

Inferno stared clueless. What had HE done?

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“Hey, Kidcat, what do these dotty Predacon insignia thingies mean?” Obscure asked Cheetor pointing at the monitor. “My specialties are more towards weapons so I m not that good with technology.”

Cheetor turned around and jogged over to where the femme was and looked at the screen. “THAT, means BIG trouble. BIIIIIIIG trouble.”

“But they’re just Predacons…?” Obscure muttered giving Cheetor a questioning look.

Cheetor shook his head. “They’re just Predacons… who want to see us as rotting slag…”

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The entrance to the ark shook visibly.

Rampage grinned and continued firing. “Come OUT Maxies, we just want to PLAY!!!” He growled in bloodlust.

“X! You’re fight is with me!” Rampage spun around just in time to see Depth Charge fire his remora gun.

Rampage stumbled backwards grasping the wound on his chest in pain… his face didn’t show it though… his face DID sport an insane grin. “Ah, old friend, how nice of you to find me again.” Rampage chuckled darkly and straightened up as the wound healed, easily sidestepping the next shot.

“Today is the day you DIE!” Depth Charge shouted and charged.

“I wouldn’t count on that dear.” The Transmetal crab tsked.

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The Maximals had quickly come out of the ark and were now firing at the Predacons.

What the Predacons lacked in number they made up with deadly fire power… literally.

“BUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRNNNNN MAXIMALS!!!!”

Obscure raised an eyebrow. “Guy has issues,” she muttered and took out her revolver and aimed at the ant floating above her who was laughing like a maniac with his blender-like rear turned to her.

“SHUT UP!” She shouted grinning in a deranged way firing her gun… and hitting bull’s eye.

There was an explosion and Inferno was sent tumbling to the ground, screaming all the way down. “Ha! Tells ya tah try an’ fry the sea cat!!!”

“A new Maximal I see. Oh well you can DIE TODAY!!!” Obscure’s optics widened and she quickly ducked down just in time to avoid the blast from a LARGE canon.

“HOLY SH—!!!” Obscure turned around and slowly looked up from the canon pointed at her face. “-IT…”