Inferno's relevation part 2
BTW, I just realised that terrorsaur and Scorpinock were in season 2. They've been edited out, and Quickstrike and Waspinator are now together. Just because.
"Alright, is everybody here? I do not want to start again only for Inferno to point out that one of you have snuck away again." Megatron glared around at the assembly. After today's battle, where they had had the most humiliating 'victory' ever as the Maximals, INCLUDING Dinobot, were laughing too hard to win, Megatron had called every Predacon to the main chamber. Inferno and Waspinator had come easily, while the others had to be dragged in. Tarantulus still wasn't looking at him, and was standing as far back as he could.
Megatron was hoping the spider was embarressed about his miserable performance, but knew better. Something was bothering the spider, and he hoped it had nothing to do with the conversation before the battle. He really didn't need the spider thinking he wanted anything to do with him besides the obvious. He hurriedly sought to assure himself that he only had need of the spider's talents in the science field and no-where else. Not even in the berth.
"What in the pit was wrong with you today? I still have no clue what was wrong with the lot of you, nooo!" Megatron stared especially hard at the spiders, who were shuffling their feet and looking around. They could have been feeling guilt, but were more likely thinking about the best way to get out of this.
"Actually, I do know what was wrong with one of you. BLACK-ARACHNIA, IF YOU EVER THROW OFF A BATTLE TO MAKE EYES AT A MAXIMAL AGAIN YOU WILL SUFFER! NO MATTER HOW 'HANDSOME' YOU THINK HE IS!" Black-Arachnia sunk low in humiliation. However, her mind was also working on the coordinates that Silverbolt had secretly passed her, and how to meet with her lover this time. She also scoffed at Megatron's words, she'd admire her lover where and when she liked.
"Tarantulus, I... really don't know what to say to you, nooo. You were by far the worst offender, you didn't even aim at the maximals, and kept squealing! What the slag is wrong with you fool?" Tarantulus looked him stright in the optics, considering his options, before realising there was a way he could tell the truth and get someone into trouble. He'd prefere to lie and get someone in trouble, but that wasn't a option right now.
"Megatron, it's all Inferno's fault. He asked me what you liked in the berth, and said that we're all secretly femmes and then said that if we were mechs, we'd have to go and interface with Optimus Primal! It completly distracted me." Tarantulus hoped Megatron believed him. Although he was telling the truth, he was really really bad at it.
"Inferno? Is this true?" Megatron sounded completely disbelieving, as well he might. Tarantulus, even when he told the truth, sounded like he was lying to Megatron. In the end, to save time, Megatron just assumed the spider was lying all the time. It usually worked, but today was obviously the day when Primus decided to laugh at Megatron and make his life that little bit worse. It was evidence that Primus hated him when he did things like make Tarantulus tell the truth.
"Yes, my Queen."
"You... think that we're femmes?" Megatron felt slightly quesy, and couldn't bare to ask about the other things that Tarantulus had revealed. For one, the idea of the spider and himself in bed together made him want to throw up. It obviously made Tarantulus want to throw up too by the spider's expression.
"My Queen, the colony is made only of femmes. Surely this is correct!" Inferno looked like he was going to break something in his dispair, preferably Tarantulus. Megatron quickly linked Inferno's title for him to a female role, and realised if he wanted to keep Inferno's loyalty, he had to keep this charade up.
"Inferno, follow me. We have much to talk about."
Inferno drifted aimlessly down the halls in dejection. The Queen had told him in no uncertain terms, that although yes, they were all femmes, he only liked mechs. Inferno had as much chance as a snowflake in the pit with him. Inferno was now offically lost, and didn't know what to do. Megatron needed release like any Queen, but Inferno didn't know how to get it for him. He drifted by the open door to Waspinator's room, pausing to listen to the conversation.
"-the Maximal base? Yeah, but they don't have any femmes!" an idea began to form in Inferno's brain. If Megatron liked mechs and there were mechs at the Maximal base...
"They've got Airrazor."
"Yeah, okay, but APART from Airrazor they don't have any femmes."
"Quickstrike, you're obsessed with femmes. Do us all a favour and convert to mechs like most of the rest of us. Or at least give Waspinator a break."
"You'd have sex with a mech?"
"Only one like Silverbolt... AHHH! JUST KIDDING BLACK-ARACHINA! JUST KIDDIIIIINNNNG!" Inferno strode away from the brawl, ignoring the shouts of pain and rage eminating. He had a plan, and only had to confirm a few things.
For once, the area around Dinobot and Rattrap was peaceful. This could mainly be attributed to Rattrap being asleep, and therefore the two didn't need to argue. Rattrap was curled up against Dinobot, and Dinobot was peaceably looking out over the canyon that held their base, while holding Rattrap to his side. The sun was setting, and the warm breeze floated over them. The scene was peaceful and loving, and Dinobot hoped it would last for just a little longer.
Which was why Primus tended to throw spanners in the works. This particular spanner he threw was called Inferno. The large fire-ant swept down from the sky with loud screams of anger and hatred. Rattrap was woken abruptly when Dinobot yanked him out of the way and then rolled to the side so they were out of range and under cover. Inferno hovered just over the ground, carefully using his missiles to knock out, not kill. Dinobot and Rattrap returned fire, the ant easily avoiding the hastily fired missiles.
"Listen to me well maximals! I require information! Is it true that your colony is entirely made of mechs? Excepting the bird and Optimus Primal?" The faintly stunned silence was broken by Rattrap.
"Ummm... except for the Optimus Primal part... yeah. Boss bot is a mech." Inferno made a derisive sound, obviously dismissing that fact. Rattrap and Dinobot exchanged disbeliving glances.
"FOOLS! The royaltly himself has proclaimed Optimus Primal female, and so it must be! Your Queen's days are numbered, make no doubt about that!" With one last insane cackle and a general blast of shots in their general direction, Inferno left.
"Chopperface?" A grunt was all Rattrap had in reply. "Chopperface, did Inferno just call Boss bot a femme? and a Queen at that?" Dinobot realised that Rattrap was genuinely disturbed by this and helped him stand. "That's not all though. Did he just ask if we were mechs? In all seriousness?" The rat's confusion was almost palable as he tried to make sense of the mad ant. Dinobot sighed, before indicating they should return to the Axalon.
"There are days when I regret my decison to turn maximal. And then there are days, like today, when I have never been more thankful for that fact." He lifted the protesting rodent into his arms and began to make his way down, arguing with the rodent about the ride all the way back.
Inferno stared at his list hard. He had written down all the maximal names, and now just had to cross off unsuitable ones. Airrazor and Primal were off first, as they were femmes and therefore undesiable to Megatron. Dinobot was also a quick mark off. As an ex-predacon, he was obviously a femme as well as the other two. Tigatron had been marked off, due to the fact that he had deliberately destroyed Inferno's first colony. A mass-murderer like that should not be allowed near the Queen, as he would obviously try to murder her. Which left him with Rhinox, Cheetor and Rattrap. Hmm. Maybe he should take all three, just to be certain.
Tarantulus walked by the open door, cackling to himself about something on his way to his lab. Inferno looked at the open doorway for a few moments, before realising while Tarantulus may not be in the berth with Megatron, he had been around him long enough to know what he would like. Decision made, he rose.
He ran out into the hallway, bellowing Tarantulus' name. Tarantulus stopped as if he'd been told Optimus Prime was behind him, before very slowly turning around. A more sane person might have noticed that Tarantulus was dreading the encounter and getting ready to run. Inferno took no notice however, and loomed over Tarantulus' spindly form.
"I have an important question for you spider!"
"Oh by the pits, no!"
"SPIDER, ANSWER MY QUESTION OR ELSE!"
"Listen up you freak, you've been managing to weird out everyone on base this last week, and that includes myself. I REFUSE TO ANSWER ANY MORE QUEST..." Inferno held his gun to the spider's head, "although if you have some information you would like, I'm sure I could help." Inferno put away the gun and dragged the unfortunate spider inside his quarters, and dropped him on the floor.
Tarantulus stared at the list shoved in his face, confused and bewildered. A few minutes ago he was going to try and create a virus so terrible that even Megatron would fall prey to it, and now he was looking at... Tarantulus concentrated on the list and blinked.
"Ant, why am I looking at a list of all the maximals, with all but three crossed off?"