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Primal Call

Long-distance pals

The Time Continuum is fragile and should not be messed with by the inexperienced… The simplest variation within the Universal Timeline can result in unforeseen (and most likely dreadful) consequences.

Grimlock might be the smartest Dinobot, but bringing new allies from a distant future is a task best handled by brains much bigger than his… Blissfully unaware of the risks, Grimlock pushes head on into a web of intrigue way beyond his comprehension.

Intro

Optimus Primal: Why have you brought me to Perceptor's lab, Grimlock? Why all the secrecy?

Grimlock: Me not want to sound ape-ist, but when we go fishing in future for new recruits me hoping for more of a... well, T-Rex. Anything like that where you come from?

Optimus Primal: Well, there is Dinobot, I suppose.

Grimlock: Dinobot! Me like sound of that. Me think he make great addition to Earth Wars. Other Autobots... would think so too... if I got round to a poll.

Optimus Primal: Well... I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have someone else from my own era. But this modified Space Bridge isn't easy to figure out...

Grimlock: Hurry up, before Perceptor come back. After last few times he not too keen on my bright ideas.

Optimus Primal: Wait! I think... yes... I've got a temporal lock. And it's a Maximal signal... though with Dinobot that's a fifty-fifty chance.

Grimlock: Do it, DO it!

Outro

Starscream: (taunting left) What is it, Bombshell? Why have you disturbed my lovely dreams of conquest... and kicking Megatron's aft?

Bombshell: (pointing) A message... from the future. Someone there is trying to contact us.

Starscream: (fist pump) And you brought this to me first? Such... conniving initiative shall have its reward. Whatever I've said about you in past, Bombshell, I hereby retract it all.

Bombshell: The signal is very weak. It needs incredible power to punch through the chronosphere. Here, listen, the strato-transmission keeps repeating...

Blackarachnia: If you can hear this, Decepticons, I have a proposition. Bring me to your era and I will give you the means to conquer all your enemies, even those you keep... close!

Starscream: She must hail from the same time period as this new Megatron. I like her already. Bombshell - let's get to work!

Arachnophobia

The Maximals and Predacons have been leaderless and directionless since Optimus Primal and Megatron entered the time-space portal.

Due to this exceptional situation, Cheetor agrees to meet with Blackarachnia to discuss a temporal truce between the factions. She wants to analyze the remnants of the portal to uncover its origin and true nature.

But Cheetor is suspicious of her true intentions. Could there be a sting in the tale?

Intro

Cheetor: (facepalm) Big Bot! Big Bot! Ah... this is hopeless. Like trying to use Waspinator's sundered stinger against a swarm of Insecticons! Primal's gone... and we have no clue where.

Blackarachnia: Giving up so soon, kitty-cat? All that youthful optimism... crushed under the weight of responsibility. I love it!

Cheetor: (pointing left) Get lost, Blackarachnia. The others may have started trusting you, but I don't. An arachnid never changes its... er, webs?

Blackarachnia: Well, even when I'm good... I'm bad. Look, I just want off this Primus-forsaken planet! Almost home... and Primal ups and disappears... and here we are, back where we started. Accept it - he's gone. For good.

Cheetor: (shaking head) Never! We'll find him. We have to! Blackarachnia? Are you listening to me?

Blackarachnia: (victorious) What? Oh... just some... good news I've been waiting on. Suddenly my, ah, future is looking a lot brighter.

Cheetor: (taunting left) What are you up to, you slippery spider?

Outro

Starscream: (pointing left) Well? Have you figured it out?

Bombshell: (clap) No... but we're in luck. The Autobots clearly have the same idea. Their own Quantum Bypass Loop is active. I can piggy-back onto their Chronal Carrier Wave and pull our spider-lady through at the same time.

Starscream: (fist pump) Make it so, Bombshell...

Grimlock: What happening? Where is my Dinobot?

Optimus Primal: Well, it's a bit tricky. Dinobot perished in The Nemesis, and I'm trying to recalibrate... to before that happened. But the instrumentation is delicate... I wish they'd protoformed me with opposable thumbs!

Perceptor: (flinching) What are you doing?! Stand away from that equipment now!

Optimus Primal: Too late - we've got a lock!

Not So Fast

Everything has gone according to plan!

A new portal through space and time has opened and Blackarachnia’s latest allies are expecting her arrival!

Shocked, Cheetor responds too slowly to avoid being caught up in Blackarachnia’s web of deceit, and is carried to a new dimension with some familiar old faces…

Intro

Starscream: (victorious) Keep a multi-faceted eye on things here, Bombshell! I'm off to greet our new recruit... and whatever she's brought me.

Bombshell: (pointing) Got it. But you better get a wiggle on. The Autobots have set the chronal grab in motion. Whoever they're bringing from our future... is on their way.

Starscream: (facepalm) If it's another Megatron - I quit!

Cheetor: (flinching) Whoa - what's happening to me? I feel... strange! Dis-lo-cated-

Blackarachnia: Curious. Ah, wait, I see what's happening. Looks like we're both going on a little trip, my fine furry friend.

Cheetor: What have you done, Blackarachnia? You- You-

Blackarachnia: (pointing left) What? You wanted to find Optimus Primal, didn't you? Well... you're about to get your wish.

Outro

Cheetor: I knew it! You've betrayed us, Blackarachnia... again!

Blackarachnia: What's a girl to do... when she's stuck on a world Unicron would have spat out... and she needs to get her claws sharpened? You see, I found Optimus Primal... and we're about to join him.

Cheetor: And if I know you, you went straight to the bad bots!

Blackarachnia: Why change the habit of a lifetime?

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Npc-empty-d: Meanwhile, somewhere in the neutral zone...

Starscream: Bombshell, I'm closing in on the location of the Space Bridge Portal.

Bombshell: (pointing) Yeah, and you've got company. Three Autobots... well, two and a Maximal.

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Optimus Primal: Look - someone's coming through. Or is that someones?

Perceptor: (facepalm) I warned you. Mess with time... and it messes right back!

Grimlock: Double Dinobot!!?!

String Theory

Blackarachnia has spun the perfect web and Cheetor's well and truly entangled, whether he likes it or not!

An unfamiliar era on a familiar planet awaits them both, as old enemies form new alliances, even Grimlock finds himself dancing to a new tune…

Intro

Chronal Portal location, inside the neutral zone...

Blackarachnia: (clap) We made it... back to the future!

Grimlock: That not Dinobot!

Cheetor: But which future? It looks very much like the past we just left.

Grimlock: Or that. Me give up.

Optimus Primal: Cheetor? Well, not quite what I intended - but it's great to see you, lad! And... Blackarachnia?

Blackarachnia: Try and contain your excitement, "Big-Bot". But, well, it's not you I came to see... it's him!

Starscream: Welcome, Blackarachnia... to the Earth Wars!

Optimus Primal: Well that's just Prime!

Outro

Back in the neutral zone...

Grimlock: Stand aside - me squish Starscream like bug on windscreen.

Starscream: (taunting left) I trust you can deliver on your promises, my lethal siren.

Blackarachnia: (victorious) Of course. This is something Tarantulus was working on before he met with such a sad and tragic end. Apparently, it makes anything in a beast mode... dance to our tune. Watch!

Grimlock: Uh? Grimlock can't control limbs... Grimlock dancing like a loon! Stop! Dinobots... DON'T DANCE!

Optimus Primal: What is that thing, Perceptor?

Perceptor: (pointing left) I don't know. Their technology far outstrips our own. But boy, look at those moves!

Starscream: (clap) Excellent! Shall we take our leave? You know, Blackarachnia... I think I'm in love.

Blackarachnia: Two words: mate... and kill.

Optimus Primal: I fear, Cheetor, these Earth Wars have entered a new, dangerous phase. But at least we shall face it... together!

Cheetor: Aww, stop, big-bot... you're makin' me well up.

Cheetor unlocked

Full of youthful overconfidence, the devil-may-care Cheetor lives life to the full and at high velocity.

However, that reckless, full throttle attitude often gets him into deep trouble, sometimes more than he can handle solo (not that he'd ever admit it).

It's fair to say that Cheetor's overbearing enthusiasm sometimes grates on the nerves of his Maximal teammates. Nevertheless, they appreciate his speed and agility in battle.

Cheetor: (facepalm) Thanks to that conniving spider, Blackarachnia, I got shanghaied in time and space. And now I'm stuck here, in these Earth Wars.

Optimus Primal: And yet, Cheetor, it's thanks to Blackarachnia you found me. She did the right thing... for all the wrong reasons.

Cheetor: (pointing left) I know, big-bot, I know. That's what drives me up the scratching post! You never really know whose side she's on.

Optimus Primal: Her own. That's the only certainty. But for now, she seems to have teamed up with Starscream. An unholy alliance if ever there was one.

Cheetor: (taunting left) Yeah, we had enough trouble with his ghost! The real deal is big time trouble. We should make it our business to take 'em both down - Starscream and Blackarachnia.

Optimus Primal: I agree. But who knows... maybe she'll surprise us... again. The only certain thing, Cheetor, is nothing is certain where Blackarachnia is involved.

Blackarachnia: Hee-hee. I love to keep 'em guessing...

Blackarachnia unlocked

Smart, alluring and dangerous, Blackarachnia has eight legs and knows how to use them.

She is the epitome of the femme fatale and, while she wears the insignia of a Predacon, has no great regard for Megatron's leadership and always looks out for number one first and foremost.

Forever planning and plotting, weaving devious web-like strategies to trap the unwary, Blackarachnia makes sure she always comes out on top.

Starscream: (pointing left) Fellow malcontents, I give you... my secret weapon. Blackarachnia!

Bombshell: (shaking head) I don't trust her, Starscream.

Blackarachnia: (taunting left) That's the point, dung beetle boy. And the fun! A little danger never hurt anyone... well, almost anyone.

Starscream: (pointing) The fact is, she has access to advanced technology that can help us seize power and defeat the Autobots. Watch!

Bombshell: (flinching) Urk! I can't control my legs! I'm running around in circles... STOP!

Blackarachnia: (fist pump) Just a small demonstration. But the truth is, gadgets or no gadgets, you'll all soon be dancing to my tune.

Cheetor: This is bad. Blackarachnia's up to her old tricks... playing one side off against the other. But this cat... is not for turning!