Hot Rod had seen his share of battles, and was not about to back down, he lept towards the monsterous gestalt and was tossed away like a rag doll, sparks flew as he hit the hard ground.
"You scratched my paint job, how dare you." Hot Rod says to Tripredicus "No one messes with the paint job."
Hot Rod again leeps towards tripredicus and is again tossed away
"Ok we have had our fun." Tripredicus states, "We must now end it and get to our base.
As the gestalt pulls out a large razor sharp sword and raises it in the air it is suddenly knocked out of the humungous hand.
As Tripredicus turns around he says "What the..."
and is soon cut short by a face full of Autobot foot
"Oh no" the Autobot says "Me Grimlock step in something."
"Grimlock you ugly hunk of junk" Hot Rod says with a smile. "I've never been happier to see you."
"You injured" Grimlock says "Me Grimlock help."
"No no I'll be fine" Hot Rod says "But how did you find me?"
"Me Grimlock hear part of message, then trace it to this spot"
"Thank God" Hot Rod says with relief
"Me Grimlock not God, but me am next best thing"

What do you do now?

	Go back to Counsel building
	Find the predacon base

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Story program written by Valerie Mates