- Runner-up for "Best Battle Sequence" 2005
Amnesty
By: Michael
Disclaimer:
Beast
Wars, Beast Machines, and the Transformer franchise itself are property of
Hasbro, Inc. and Mainframe. But
honestly, do two big multi-million dollar companies even care for a little guy
writing fanfiction of a show he loves? Oh yeah, Maximus, Gigatron, and Senator Nero belong to me, as
well as a few other faceless characters.
Chapter 9
Dinobot and Maximus stared at one another.
Several tense nano-kliks passed before Maximus finally spoke.
"It's such a shame you're allied with these
low-lives," he said, "You and I are two of a kind."
"And what, exactly, do you mean by that?"
asked Dinobot in a low voice.
"The two of us," explained Maximus, "Are
destined for greatness as was determined by the circumstances of our
births."
"Our births?"
"Exactly," continued Maximus, "We... our
lineage derives from two of the greatest warriors alive!"
"So..." said Dinobot, "You are
Optimus Primal's clone... just as I suspected!"
"Precisely!" shouted Maximus, "As you
are of the original Dinobot!"
"How did you know of my creation?" asked
Dinobot hesitantly.
"The Tripredacus Council, through an agent of
theirs, kept me informed," said Maximus, "Not that they will matter
anymore!"
"Your satellite," Dinobot went on, "You
really do plan on mentally enslaving all life on Cybertron, don't you?"
"Yes, quite a beautiful plan, no?" asked
Maximus.
"No..." growled Dinobot softly and angrily.
"Imagine it," cried Maximus, "A world
without pain, without suffering! No
one will ever have to feel the pain of losing their loved
ones! Frankly,
Dinobot, it is the exact world you and your friends believe in fighting
for!"
"But not like this!" snapped Dinobot angrily.
"And why not?!?" yelled Maximus back,
"There will be no more scum like Senator Nero to ruin the lives of others,
no more pain caused by opposing factions that split families apart, and most
importantly, no more losing the ones you love in senseless wars!"
Dinobot felt a lump in his throat as Maximus finished
his tirade.
"But," Dinobot said softly, "It will be
a barren world without happiness, without joy... without free will!"
"It is a necessary trade-off for peace and
order!" raged Maximus.
Dinobot looked deep into Maximus' eyes.
"Something happened in the past, didn't it?
I sense that even though you are not
Optimus, you share his memories of the past.. and his
pain," he said.
Maximus's anger faded. "You are correct," he said to Dinobot, "The
memories of his childhood and his youth are still ripe within me."
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In a house on the streets of Botville, a young
Maximal knelt before the bodies of his fallen parents.
"Why couldn't I have saved them?" the
boy asked with tears in his eyes. A
Maximal police officer put a re-assuring hand on his shoulder.
"There, there," said the officer,
"We'll find the ones responsible and bring them to justice."
"What am I going to do now," the young
'bot cried.
"... We have word that Senator Nero said he
will look after you. Hopefully,
you'll be treated well there."
Later that night, the young Maximal was led to
the mansion of Senator Nero. Senator
Nero stood outside with two bodyguards.
"I don't like the looks of him," cried
the boy, "I don't know how, but he's a bad man!"
"Silence, child!" growled Nero,
"As you are now in my custody, I have every legal right to be involved in
your upbringing!"
The young Maximal who would later be known as
Optimus Primal whimpered sadly, tears falling down his eyes again, although he
did not dare cry.
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"Nero killed them, didn't he?" asked Dinobot.
Maximus nodded.
"The Shadow Walkers, the most notorious of
assassins on Cybertron, were hired by Nero himself to murder the parents of
Optimus Primal," explained Maximus, "Nero discovered that Primal was
actually the direct descendent of Optimus Prime. Naturally, he wanted a figurehead in the Maximal government
to help his eventual rise to power. However,
no matter how much he tried, Optimus would not be coerced into helping his
political schemes."
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"Senator...."
"Optimus..."
A stronger, more mature figure stepped out to
meet Senator Nero. He was no longer
the timid little boy, who years ago, cowered before Nero, but now, had reached
maturity.
"Tomorrow, I'm leaving you permanently to
attend the Cybertron Academy of Research and Exploratory Sciences."
"Hmph, disappoint the only one who's ever
shown you the love of a father," mumbled Nero.
Optimus's eyes flashed in anger.
"Don't you dare tell me you gave me the love of a father!" he
yelled, "Yes, you did take me in when I had nowhere else to go and for that
I'm grateful! But after the years
of emotional abuse, neglect, and trying to force me to your will whenever you
did have time to spend with me?!? That's
not what I would exactly call love!
"Despite all the money I've spent towards
your education and your upbringing, is this the way you thank me?" raged
Nero, "I wanted you to pursue a life in Cybertronian politics and you
choose a mundane life as an explorer! I
gave you everything and you've spit on my face!
"I'm choosing my own path in life and if you
can't handle that, I feel more sorry for you than you'll ever know," yelled
Optimus back, "Right now, I am going to walk out of your life permanently
and hopefully never return to this place. I also have an internship with the Academy so my living
expenses will have been paid for. I
pray to PRIMUS that our paths will never cross again."
With that, Optimus turned his back to Nero.
Still, he spoke more softly, "Thank you for all you've done for me
however... farewell."
The Maximal now known as Optimus Primal finally
left as Senator Nero looked after him with a dark expression on his face.
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"And so... Nero believed he could correct his
mistake by creating you, am I correct?"
"Absolutely," said Maximus, "Nero had me
cloned illegally, with funding from the Tripredacus Council.
He believed that he had learned from his mistakes of raising Optimus.
Henceforth, the emotional and psychological abuse that was normally
reserved for Optimus transformed into beatings and lashings for me from the
Praetorian Guards if Nero ever felt that I disappointed him in any way.
But back then... I was another person.. a weakling unwilling to defend
himself..."
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"Nero, sir, I... I'm sorry I failed you
again," cried a much younger Maximus who had not yet grown to the size or
strength he now had.
A loud sound was heard as Nero struck him hard
across the face. Maximus fell to
the floor weeping.
"NO EXCUSES, YOU SIMPERING BRAT!"
shouted Nero who was visibly angry, "You failed miserably at your military
examinations! They told me you were
not fit to even join!"
"But sir, a career in military and politics
isn't what I want," cried Maximus.
"I was the one who raised you and you will
do exactly as I wish," said Nero in an icy tone, "You, on the other
hand, are a simple bastard child. At
least Optimus could stand up for himself... on the other hand, it is to my
advantage that you have no
courage... GUARDS!"
The Praetorian Guards immediately grabbed Maximus
and held him still.
"Take him to the lower chambers and show him
a fitting enough punishment for daring to contradict me!" Nero smiled
sadistically.
No words could escape from Maximus's lips as he
was dragged away.
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"And when you slew Nero, you believed that you
were avenging Optimus Primal's parents, as well as gaining revenge for the
tortures he put you through, am I correct?" asked Dinobot.
"You are correct," said Maximus who looked
into space. Dinobot searched
Maximus's face for any other answers.
"That's not all, is it?" Dinobot went on,
"Something else happened... something so haunting that you became the
person you are now."
Maximus sighed sadly.
"Yes," he said, "I feel as if this were yesterday..."
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Maximus felt a knot turn in his stomach as the
bell rang, dismissing him and the other students from class.
He finally walked out of Convoy High, his head hanging down.
"Maximus, wait up!" a voice rang out.
"Eva..." said Maximus, who brightened
up some.
"Every day you leave school like you're
attending someone's recycling," a young, green-plated femme-bot pointed
out.
"It's my... father... he needs me home by a
certain time," said Maximus hastily.
"But why?" asked Eva, with a concerned
tone in her voice, "You're constantly depressed, you hardly talk to anyone
at school, and most of all... you always push away those who want to be your
friends... You can't possibly have a relative die everyday!"
She suddenly realized that she had her hand on
his shoulder. Taking it off, she
blushed slightly. "I'm
sorry..." she said.
Maximus now looked torn.
He took her hand. "Don't be," he said, "Would you... like to go
for a walk?"
She beamed at him. "Sure," she replied cheerfully.
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"From that day forward, she became the only friend
I ever knew," continued Maximus, "And as the months passed, I came to
the realization that I was seriously in love with her.
Whatever I suffered under Nero, I grew stronger, if only because of my
love for Eva. In time, by my
graduating year, Nero also realized there was a change in me.
It was an unwelcome change that threatened everything he ever tried to
instill in me. Eventually he found out after he sent an agent after me one
night as Eva and I shared our first kiss."
Maximus paused, as if wincing from the memories.
"I suppose you have an inkling as to what happened next?" he
asked Dinobot. Dinobot nodded
grimly.
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Maximus had never been more happy in his entire
life. Tonight, he would meet Eva to
discuss possibilities for post-graduation.
However, it was a night that would live in infamy.
Turning to one corner, Maximus witnessed a sight
that would echo in his mind forever.
Eva lay there, tortured and drained of mech
fluid, beyond recognition. Her
locking chip had been ripped from her mangled torso, to make sure she could not
enter stasis lock. Above her, stood
two hooded figures. One of them
stared directly into Maximus's eyes. Those
baleful, yellow eyes glared at Maximus, almost as if to edge him on.
Finally, the hooded figure pulled back his hood to reveal the most
hideous face Maximus had ever seen. His
razor-sharp teeth gleamed in the moonlight.
Not even caring for his safety anymore, Maximus
screamed and rushed towards the two killers.
The other shadowy figure spun around gracefully
and knocked Maximus back. Maximus
got up again, painfully but soon realized that his attacker had grazed him with
cyber-venom. He fell down again and
watched in helpless agony, while darkness closed in on his vision, as the
creature of pure evil ripped her spark out of her and sank his fangs into it...
"Eva....."
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"Nero made it no secret that he had Eva
assassinated by the Shadow Walkers," revealed Maximus, "I remember
those cruel, sadistic eyes watching me as I confronted him after dragging my
then-useless scrap heap home. From
that moment forth, I did the unthinkable... I told him that he was correct in
what he had done and that he had finally opened my eyes to the bigger picture.
From then on, I trained myself both mentally and physically to become
everything that he had hoped for me to become... with Nero always thinking that
he had finally won, never suspecting that I would strike back one day."
Dinobot looked at Maximus in sympathy.
Maximus just glared back at him.
"I found two friends and allies in Obsidian and
Strika. Shortly after your Axalon
crew left in pursuit of the Darkside, I began my rise as most formidable general
on Cybertron, killing several Shadow Walkers and driving that cult of assassins
to near-extinction. However, I
never found the one who killed Eva... But
in the end, it's relatively simple, Dinobot.
Defining elements of tragedy do the strangest of things to sentients.
Your feelings and emotion are warped to the most hideous of extremes as
the black cloud of vengeance gathers over your spark.
In a way, I suppose I share something in common with that fool
Depthcharge. But I digress, the
years of beatings and abuse I suffered under Nero made me realize that free will
is the cause of all this. Free will
to live your life at the expense of others... free will to cause suffering...
free will to destroy! After the
Merlin Satellite broadcasts its signals, the bane of sentient life will be
purged from this planet forever! Cybertron
will enter a true age of peace and stability!" Maximus finished.
Dinobot's eyes bored into Maximus's.
"It will be an age with no freedom... no joy... no life... a cold,
harsh world dictated by the logic of drones and the master who commands
them."
"Emotions such as love and compassion no longer
hold sway over my spark, Dinobot. I
offer you the chance to become one with my master plan," said Maximus,
"Together, as those who no longer live underneath the shadows of our
originals, we shall forge a brave new world for this wretched planet!"
"I cannot..." growled Dinobot finally,
"Though it is not entirely your fault for the state of being you are in
now, I will not let you succeed in your twisted ambitions!
My life, even as it began, should have been an abomination to both nature
and technology! I was born from the
twisted spark of a murderer! Even
though my very purpose was to serve a tyrant, I broke free of those bonds
eventually through the friendship and love of others.
You, on the other hand, gave in to the darkness which you desired to
resist. You became that which Senator Nero wanted you to be, a cold,
calculating killer devoid of both mercy and compassion!
I will hear no more of your self-righteous plans to spread your misery
onto others! Your plans end
tonight, along with you if necessary!
Maximus looked at Dinobot as his eyes glowed like
embers. "So be it," he
said as he took out his sword.
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The Tripredacus Council stood still as General Seaclamp
added the necessary ingredients into the cauldron.
"It is finished," he said, "All the
necessary ingredients are added, my comrades.
Take your places, generals. The
ceremony begins now!"
Cicadacon and Ramhorn held both their hands into the
air as did Seaclamp.
"Oh master, your loyal servants bid you to rise
from the Pit and to take what is rightfully yours," chanted the three of
them, "Rise forth and lead the Predacons to victory, leaving behind the
blackened remains of the Maximals."
General Seaclamp's eyes suddenly glowed green as if he
were possessed. Ramhorn and
Cicadacon stared at him in alarm and terror.
"Das profundidades de inferno, eu chamo-o escuro
domina! Do inferno, eu orço-o LEVANTAR!" screamed Seaclamp who seemed to
be possessed as black energies surrounded him.
"Do inferno, eu orço-o LEVANTAR" he chanted
once more, even louder. Finally,
the cauldron erupted in a burst of lightning and power. Ramhorn and Cicadacon covered themselves to shield from the
powerful dark energies.
Only after several moments did they dare to open their
optics again. Seaclamp was back to
normal as he was panting hard after what he went through.
However, the unbelievable sight before their eyes made them gasp.
"Unicron!" they both gasped.
Indeed, a ghostly apparition of Unicron's head floated before them.
"Correct, my servants," he rumbled
menacingly, "It is I, risen from the grave."
All three Tripredacus Council members fell to their
knees before the Chaos Bringer.
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The door to Laboratory 23 was blasted open.
Depthcharge walked in menacingly. Several
scientists cowered before him as if he were Galvatron, ready to execute them.
Depthcharge looked around.
"Please..." said one of them, "Spare
us... We did everything you asked
us to do!"
Depthcharge grabbed him and lifted him up.
"Turn off this satellite right NOW!"
"You.. you're not with Maximus?" asked the
frightened scientist.
"No! Now
either shut down the satellite or tell me how!" growled Depthcharge.
The scientist sighed.
"There's no way we can shut it down now... It's currently running on
a separate power source. It will be
operational within ten cycles. The
only way now would be to destroy it..." he said.
Depthcharge put him down. "That... can be arranged," he said.
He looked around the room once more.
"Maximus forced you into this, didn't he?"
Several saddened faces nodded. "Well,"
said Depthcharge, "Don't blame yourselves.
The least you can do now is get the slag outta this place from an
underground tunnel here. The
Vehicons are too busy fighting rebels all over the planet."
He gave them a digital map of the palace and its sewage
system. "Thank you... whoever
you are..." said a female scientist, "Even though we deserve no mercy
or forgiveness for aiding Maximus's schemes, you still choose to help us!
You truly are a hero, sir..."
Depthcharge was indeed touched, somewhere down in his
spark. "Yeah, well, just get
outta here while you still can," he said softly. The scientists nodded and departed the room.
Depthcharge quickly scanned the room.
He punched several commands into the main computer.
"Slag!" he cursed, "The satellite really is running on its
own power source now!"
Turning around, he saw a large, seemingly abandoned
hovercraft sitting on a nearby building. An
idea quickly crossed his mind. Transforming
into flight mode, he crashed through the window and flew towards the hovercraft.
Transforming back to robot mode as he landed, Depthcharge detected no
other energy signatures around him.
"Like I said," he muttered, "This is too
easy... almost as if someone is setting this all up... but I'll have to worry
about that later!"
With that being said, Depthcharge quickly boarded the
ship.
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Rhinox struggled against the grip of the much larger
and stronger Tankorr. He had led
the Vehicon general to the top of dozens of scrap heap piled up into a
near-pyramid.
"I suggest you make this easy on yourself,
Rhinox," said Tankorr as grabbed Rhinox from behind and held him in a
stranglehold. He dropped the
sledgehammer that he tried to smash Rhinox with earlier.
Rhinox slammed his elbow against Tankorr's side at
least three successive times before the Vehicon loosened his grip.
While Tankorr clutched the side of his massive torso in
slight pain, Rhinox picked up Tankorr's sledgehammer and swung with all his
might, smashing Tankorr across the face.
The red visor that Tankorr wore was crushed to pieces
and his neck snapped back in a sickening crunch. Finally Tankorr fell against the remains of a recycled metal
door. For the first time, Rhinox
peered into Tankorr's eyes and saw that they were his own!
"It didn't have to be like this..." said
Rhinox sadly as he moved knelt before the fallen Vehicon.
Tankorr snapped his head back up.
"No it didn't," he said, "You should've stayed still and
been slagged instead!"
The Vehicon general leaped back up and drove his fist
into Rhinox's stomach. Rhinox
kneeled over in pain as Tankorr slammed his knee into Rhinox's chin, knocking
him on his back.
"Now it ends, father!" screamed Tankorr
fanatically. He aimed his cannon
towards Rhinox's head. Reacting
quickly but painfully, Rhinox grabbed a long, metal bar, formerly used by
maintenance 'bots as a sort of broom, and jammed it into Tankorr's cannon just
as the Vehicon triggered the blast mentally.
A blue explosion enveloped Tankorr chain reactively as
every bit of his circuitry was frozen stiff.
"NOOO!" he managed to cry before his body was frozen solid.
Seizing the opportunity, Rhinox used the last bit of his fighting energy
to hurl himself towards Tankorr and ram into him, knocking him off of the
pyramid-shaped scrap heap. Tankorr's
body plummeted, smashing into several chunks of the pyramid before hitting the
ground and bursting into several chunks of frozen machinery.
Rhinox sat down and breathed slowly, trying to catch
back all the breath he lost in battle. It
was a miracle he even survived against his super-powered clone.
Suddenly, Rhinox heard the sound of engines beneath him.
He groaned. Obviously,
things were not over yet. Or were
they?
Tankorr's head, apparently still functional, was being
carried through the air by a diagnostic drone Tankorr had built.
The drone turned around so that Tankorr's head was facing Rhinox.
"You win Round One, Rhinox, but just remember that
even in defeat, I retain some small degree of victory," he said,
"Though I may no longer be accepted back into Maximus's ranks, plus the
fact that I was defeated by you, I have discovered something even greater!
In time it will be revealed so savor your win for the moment!
I'll be back to haunt you soon..."
The diagnostic drone immediately flew Tankorr off after
that. Rhinox wondered if he should
shoot down the drone with his chain guns but decided against it.
The team still needed him. Picking
himself up, Rhinox dragged himself back to base slowly.
"This better be worth the aches and pains I'll be
feeling later," he mumbled dryly.
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The combined forces of both Maximals and Predacons were
losing rather badly to the multitude of Vehicon soldiers.
Though many drones were already destroyed, the Vehicons fought on with no
will to retreat.
An old Predacon soldier named Gama was already tossed
down by a tank drone, ready to fire on him.
Gama closed his eyes, waiting for the end to come.
After several nano-kliks and still no pain, Gama looked up and saw that
tank drone before him was short circuiting.
Before long, it had finally shut down, no longer operational.
Gama looked across the battlefield.
It seemed that every tank drone was shorting out and then shutting
down. Finally, hope dawned on him.
"Fight on!" he shouted to his unit as he
picked up his gun and fired at the remaining aerial and cycle drones, "We
can still win this!"
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Rattrap swerved heavily, causing one of the two tank
drones to collide with the wall and exploding.
Even though he was still racing with all his speed, he could tell the
other motorcycle drone behind him was catching up as it fired its bullets at his
wheels. Risky
times called for risky moves.
Rattrap carefully manuevered himself towards the wall,
slowing down just a bit. Finally,
he made himself swerve so that he was racing on the wall.
He slowed his speed down so that the Vehicon caught up with him.
Finally, taking his chance, he leapt down, transforming to robot mode in
mid-air, and landed on the backseat of the bewildered cycle drone.
He ripped open the drone's circuitry and started re-arranging the wires
as fast as he could before he could be thrown off...
Waspinator in the meantime was being thrown around by
Thrust. Waspinator was knocked near
the base of a nearly-destroyed statue of Rodimus Prime. Groggily, he got up. "Time
to finish this, bug," said Thrust as he aimed his grappling hook towards
Waspinator's neck.
Before he could fire, a voice rang out.
"Waspinator, get down!" it cried.
Waspinator immediately dropped just as Thrust fired his grappling hook.
Thrust cried out in frustration as the grappling hook missed Waspinator
and tangled itself around the Rodimus Prime statue.
Rattrap raced towards Waspinator at full speed, riding
on his re-programmed cycle drone. "Get
on!" he cried as Waspinator who immediately hopped on the back.
"Here ya go," Rattrap said to Waspinator, giving the
ex-Predacon his tail-spear.
Waspinator narrowed the tail-spear as they charged
Thrust like a jousting knight, striking the Vehicon general really hard on his
chest plate, knocking Thrust off his wheels.
Waspinator and Rattrap quickly raced away as Thrust, clutching his chest
in pain where he was pierced into, made an attempt to get up.
Soon, however, he realized what had happened as a gigantic shadow fell
over him. He was still attached to
his grappling hook when he was knocked back and as a result, the giant statue of
Rodimus Prime he pulled back with him was falling towards his direction as it
was dislodged.
Thrust made a small whimpering sound before the giant
statue toppled on top of him, crushing him under several tons of stone.
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Cheetor and Obsidian faced each other panting.
Both had fought intensely against each other.
Cheetor's arm was limp from a shot while Obsidian's chest was slashed
open, revealing his spark. Cheetor,
it seemed, was winning.
"Time to finish this," Obsidian thought as he
took out an energy disc and threw it at Cheetor. The Transmetal II cheetah quickly leaped out of the way.
"What he doesn't know is that this one's a homing
disc," thought Obsidian as the disc whizzed far into the air where it would
come back and strike Cheetor unknowingly at any given moment.
And speaking of unknowingly, little did Obsidian notice one of the
Predacons that earlier accompanied the Axalon crew creeping up behind him.
The Predacon escort let out a savage roar as he pounced upon Obsidian
with his drill-bit sword. Obsidian
turned around but it was far too late. The
Predacon warrior had stabbed Obsidian right through his exposed spark.
Obsidian's eyes widened in pure shock.
"This.. can't... be..." he managed to sputter.
The Predacon warrior savagely tore out his locking chip as well.
Cheetor stood there dumb-folded, unsure of what to do in this situation.
"Hahahaha! Wait'll
the boys hear I wasted Obsidian!" cried the Predacon happily before a giant
fist punched his head straight off from behind him.
"Obsidian!" cried Strika.
She cradled his head for any sign of life.
Obsidian managed to look up at her bleakly, hanging on to life by a
strand.
"Spark... grievously wounded... been good.... all
these years.... by your side.. partner..." he managed to choke out before
his spark faded from the power of the stab.
Strika roared in grief, turning her attention to Cheetor.
"You're the one who did this!" she yelled as she charged him.
Blackarachnia appeared besides Cheetor.
"Let's finish this," she said to Cheetor.
Both Cheetor and Blackarachnia ran forward towards a
rampaging Strika and simultaneously kicked her full force in the chest with a
leaping side kick. Strika was
thrown against a statue of Ultra-Magnus, which was also near destruction.
She smashed into it but quickly got up.
"Cheetor, watch out!" cried Blackarachnia as
she shoved him down just as the homing disc nearly struck him from behind.
It
flew past Cheetor and Blackarachnia, hitting Strika and
causing a small explosion that knocked her back into the statue one more time,
causing it to crumble down on the Maximal general.
After the smoke was cleared, Strika's hand was the only thing that
Cheetor and Blackarachnia could see, sticking out of the rubble.
She had gone into stasis lock.
Rattrap and Waspinator joined the two.
"Just one thing left," said Cheetor, gesturing towards the
aerial battle between Silverbolt and Jetstorm.
"I'll handle this," said Blackarachnia as she
fired a her web-powered grappling hook into the ceiling, lifting her up.
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Silverbolt and Jetstorm were now both injured from the
extensive battle. "She will be
mine!" screamed Jetstorm as he cupped his hand together to create another
cyclone. Silverbolt was not sure he
could escape one more of Jetstorm's wind-based attacks this time after all the
damage he had taken.
Suddenly, the wind that formed in Jetstorm's hands was
interrupted. Reaching over to his
neck, he pulled out a small dart that he been filled with cyber-venom.
"What is this?" he cried, as he suddenly felt weaker.
"If you love someone, set them free!" he
heard Blackarachnia's voice. Turning
around, he saw Blackarachnia swinging from her web like a vine.
She swung towards him and kicked him with all her might, knocking him
down to the ground.
Jetstorm landed with a sickening thud.
"But.. I thought that if I killed Silverbolt.. you would love
me..." he moaned painfully.
"It's not like that," said Blackarachnia,
"You don't win people over like that, especially if that person is in love
with someone like that!"
"But Tankorr told me that..."
"He's wrong!" cried Blackarachnia,
"Can't you see that?!? I'm
sorry, Jetstorm, but my heart belongs to Silverbolt... no one else!"
"I..." Jetstorm managed to choke out before
the cyber-venom took over his system and sent him into stasis lock.