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To say that Knock Out was winded was an understatement. His attempt at wrenching the damned weapon from Dreadwing's grasp was a complete failure. He shook and tried to stand, wiping some energon away from his mouth. "It was at full strength. Damn...DAMN IT!" He snarled.
Megatron's rage had terrified him but he wasn't going to argue at all. He had needed a moment to recover from his attempt at wrestling the Forge from Dreadwing's grip, before he rushed after him.
"You aren't getting away that easy, you coward!" He roared harshly, transforming for speed. Feet were not fast, feet were not fleet. He'd drive like a bat out of hell if he had to. He didn't know if Raiza was keeping up but now his goal was the pursuit of Dreadwing and that Forge. Megatron had ordered them to wrest that hammer from his hand and by Primus, Knock Out was willing to risk his finish on that rather than risk his life not following that order. His finish could be buffed out as long as he was alive, after all.
"Scrap!", the red femme cursed, as soon as the blue seeker managed to get out of the restraints of her elastic pigtails. No doubt that these appendages wouldn't be able to handle the strength of a mech much bigger than herself. A frustrated growl instinctively escaped her, just before Knockout outwardly expressed the same negativity of the situation. Their weapons were of no use to keep Dreadwing at a stationary position; almost outdated, her weapons now proved that they were only for opponents about her own size, or a tad-bit bigger, like a vehicon. Honestly, she hasn't exactly tested them on such troops, but who knows when the opportunity should arise?
Raiza would seeth at the seeker's getaway, and to hear Megatron's order, her paternal sibling immediately followed that said-order. She would have given her "leader" further protest, but with Knockout in pursuit of the Decepticon traitor, the red femme figured that he would need the backup anyway. With a few gymnastic feats at speed, her plates shifted into her recently-picked vehicle form, speeding off to advance on the escaping blue seeker. Picking up speed, and catching up with the doctor, Raiza gave chase.
His frame was large, bulky, and cumbersome. It was not meant for sprints such as this, but he knew that attempting to transform into his jet mode in the narrow halls of The Nemesis would end with poorly for him - with his wingspan, his wingtips would likely get embedded in the walls. Dreadwing was at least grateful that he gotten a head start, and he could not waste those precious seconds and the slight advantage they afforded him.
He did not have to look over his shoulder to know what the revving of engines meant; Knock Out and Raiza were in hot pursuit, no doubt intent on prying the Forge from his possession. Dreadwing did not intend to give them the satisfaction. From subspace he pulled out one of his short distance explosives, primed it, and flung it over his shoulder in the direction of his pursuers.
The blast, channeled by the corridor, nearly knocked him off his feet, but the heavy seeker caught himself and kept running. He had to keep running if he was to get out of this alive.
‘Find a way out,’ He told himself. ‘Find a way out… or make a way out.’
A few moments later, a section of the Nemesis’ outer hall blew open, and from the smoking hole burst a blue and gold fighter jet. Dreadwing pushed himself to his limits, his engines straining to put as much distance between himself and The Nemesis before a squadron was scrambled to pursue him.
After calling an attack on Dreadwing via the Vehicons, as well as sending Raiza and Knock Out after the traitor, Megatron screamed in rage. How dare he attempt to escape? Did he foolishly believe he could escape an armada of Vehicons, as well as the rest of the crew on board the Nemesis?
The fool had about as much chance of escaping with his life as he did winning a meet and greet session with the Thirteen Primes.
The warlord burst out of the vaults, transforming as he screamed down the hall at top speed. He cared not who he ran into unless it was the treacherous seeker himself. Before he could even reach Dreadwing, an explosion erupted from further down, a bomb no doubt having been set off. Enraged, he continued to fly forward, desperate to take down Dreadwing and reclaim the Forge. By the time he had reached the source of the explosion.. it had already been too late.
There was a hole in the ship's side, and no Dreadwing to be found. He was already long gone..
Megatron transformed back into root mode, seething in his anger before releasing yet another loud scream of rage as he stood at the damaged section of the ship.
"You can run, Dreadwing.. but there is nowhere you can hide from me!"
At first, it would be Knock Out's engine screaming. He had the pedal to the metal, blasting his engine harder than speed metal. Closer. Closer. Almost there, he told himself. Almost there and he could launch himself at Dreadwing.
But alas, an explosion rocked through the corridor, blasting hard enough to send him slamming into a wall, transforming and clawing the ground. He seethed quietly, venting hard while he tried to get his bearings. However, after he had gotten his bearings, his optics fixed on his paint job. Scratches. Scratches that would need buffed out. Scratches that were HIDEOUS.
For once in his life, Knock Out took a deep vent. And then, he screamed loud, screamed long, screamed his rage.
Raiza attempted to speed towards her target, and perhaps launch a surprise blade at Dreadwing's thruster. But with the attempt to move forward was backfired...right after an explosion threw both her and Knockout off their driving path. With a pained grunt, and then a groan, she was forced into a flip, transforming back into her robot mode, and then landing on her front. Hearing her paternal sibling fall nearby, the red femme made a growl of anger.
How dare that traitorous seeker strike upon my brother!? My only family?! Oh, it is on, my friend. Until we meet again...
Raiza narrowed her crimson optics, before wincing at the scream the doctor just made. Turning her attention to him, and groaning at her attempt to stand, she hurriedly approached him. "Big bro, talk to me", she desperately began before getting a closer look at the scratches upon his hood. "Don't worry, I'll give you a good wax-job", the red femme was obviously concerned; kinda for the first time.