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Hmm... Two months and only 205 hits... I like this one, so I'll bump it by adding this chapter and these in-between pieces :)
Flashback 2 will probably be extended, but not right now ;)
Response to Challenge 1564
Predacons ('Bad' guys): Megatron
, Terrorsaur, Blackarachnia, Scorponok, Tarantulus, Waspinator
Maximals ('Good' guys): Optimus Primal
, Rattrap, Rhinox, Dinobot, Cheetor, Tigatron
Import: OlafFlashback 1: Within a few days of his crash landing.
Having decided they trust the giant troll, albeit grudgingly, three Maximals have taken it on themselves to show Olaf the mountains around the Base.
Optimus Primal is there. He's keeping a close eye on Olaf, but he is, perhaps, the one least put off by the troll's personality traits.
Rhinox is there. He's fascinated by the impossibility of the troll's genetic coding and has even come up with a couple things to help Olaf with his 'handicap'.
Cheetor is lagging at the back of the group. He's seen Olaf eat. Worse, he's seen how Olaf drinks.
The cat pauses in his steps when hears a whistle behind him.
He turns around and spots the yellow-and-black figure of Blackarachnia.
The femme fatale is a recent addition to the Predacons, but the cat already knows her as an enemy.
Albeit a rather pretty one.
She holds up a sign with the words: 'Trap this way'
She blows him a kiss, then walks behind a point of rock jutting up from the ground.
"Like I'm gonna fall for that," Cheetor laughs.
He looks around, then catches sight of the group, already far ahead.
"Hey, wait up!"
He runs alongside a natural wall created by the landscape for a bit, before he skids to a halt.
"No, no," he says, shaking his head and backing up. "This doesn't smell right."
The moving figures of Optimus Primal and Rhinox carefully positioned in front of him, fall to the ground.
They're actually cardboard cutouts being carried by two Predacons: Scorponok and Waspinator.
"Too late, Maxxximal!" Waspinator buzzes. "Too late!"
He unfolds into his robot mode and dodges the first two volleys coming from in front of him.
He's unprepared for the poison shot that hits him from behind.
"... What do you think, Cheetor? ... Cheetor?"
"Where is that blasted cat?"
They hear a distant scream.
Rhinox frowns. "Great, we're gonna have to-"
"I'll fetch him," Olaf shouts as he turns and charges... directly up the steep mountain.
"Well, I'll be," breathes Optimus.
Blackarachnia asks: "So, that big guy they were showing around... What do you think it is?"
"It could be a native... Though you'd think we'd have seen them before."
"Ugh... Or smelled them."
"Wazzzpinator thinkz it's an android..."
"Android?" Scorponok murmurs, his claws clicking rhythmically. "Wish I'd thought of that."
The three robots standing over the unconscious Cheetor are unprepared for something hitting the ground behind them with the force of a small earthquake.
They spin around, to see the ugly mug of Olaf.
The troll pulls his new favorite toy out from a harness strapped to his back, then holds it out in front of him.
It's a long and shiny metal tube.
He throws it up in the air, catches it, and does several other baton tricks.
Without taking his eyes of the troll, Scorponok states: "Yep. It's an android."
"No, I am troll."
The grey Predacon blinks at the reply then steps forward to, menacingly, load a missile into firing position.
The troll grins and raises the tube to his shoulder.
A piece of clear glass extends from the side and positions itself over one of his eyes.
The Predacons realize that the tube really isn't very small at all and, despite how the troll was handling it, is probably very, very
The end of the tube opens and seven guns with laser sights burst out of it.
The beams train themselves on the three Predacons.
"Why universe hate Wazzpin-?"FOOM
Flashback 2: The day Olaf first decided to leave the Maximals and join the Predacons.
"Aren't you going to challenge me for my majestic throne?" Megatron asks, maneuvering the floating chair closer to the troll.
"No. You'd shoot me."
"Ah, yes, how word does get around... "