Transformers Prime react to Beast Machines: Transformers

Revelations: Discovery (part 1)

The Autobots smirked at that comment. If Prime himself has never been one to hide behind anyone, let alone them, then his descendant is never one to cower behind his comrades, even if he is wounded or exhausted.

"Such bravado, Primal. But it avails you none while you're weak from your reformatting trick." Predaking retorted.

"Isn't Prime any better? He stood up against both of us even when we outclass him." Megatron pointed out.

"Fairly enough." the Predacon king replied bitterly.

Glaring at each other, Thrust replied "Any last requests?"

"Yep. Just one; I think you should run." Primal replied. Noticing a coloration of the walls overhead the Vehicons, he threw the sword at the colorized part of the wall, causing confusion amongst the Vehicons.

"NOW!"

as soon as the sword causes a crack, causing sludge to flood the tunnels, and the Maximals to take to high ground by tethering themselves to the ceilings, though Rattrap was the least fortunate.

"Wha-what about me?!" Rattrap transformed into his Robot Form, yet he was swept away by the flood, but thankfully, Primal caught him in time. "Thanks!"

"No problem!" Primal complimented in reply.

Prime merely smiled. Remembering how he saved both Ultra Magnus and Wheeljack from Predaking the day they were about to die to his savage mercy, was how they remembered him as a hero.

Yet even then that couldn't last, given that Rattrap's tail was made out of silicone, so Primal would soon lose his grip, prompting Rattrap to fall, so Blackarachnia caught him, yet even that wouldn't last because of the environment.

"Coolant's making it too brittle! It's going to-"

Snap. The webbing snapped, prompting Rattrap to fall to the coolant, nearly given that Nightscream caught him before he fell.

"Oh man! Look at me! This bod wouldn't even be useful for once!"

"Ah, quit whining, trash breath! You're still kicking, that's what matters!" Nightscream barked back.

"Don't underestimate it, Rattrap. It's butt ugly." Blackarachnia complimented, prompting Rattrap to whine.

"Yep, they are quite ugly, alright. But at least it's better that than being erased to be Pred-Megs' slave, spidey." Smokescreen retorted.

"No kidding." Arcee agreed.

Bumblebee then spoke "I take it back, those forms are ugly than ass. I'll stick with my forms for now on."

"Guys!" Cheetor called "Over here!"

The Maximals eventually climbed upwards, mostly in their Robot Forms (with the exception of Rattrap being in his Beast Form).

"Looks like we have to head topside until we find tunnels that aren't flooded." Primal stated obviously.

"We'd be sitting ducks up there." Nightscream pointed out.

"So what, you'd want us lounging down waiting for the Vehicons to come crashing down on us with more guests?" Rattrap challenged.

"I'm just saying." Nightscream replied. "Someone else oughta take over while he's getting better."

"I think you've said enough kid." Cheetor interrupted. "We're following Optimus. Period."

"True, but don't let your loyalty blind you. You may never know what motives, ulterior or otherwise, does your leader have." Predaking wistfully pointed out.