Welcome to the Jungle

RP blog for G1 Razorclaw, associated with New Crystal City Tumblr RP.

[autobothunter]

Predaking gives him a nod, he didn’t mind if Razorclaw stepped up a bit, just overall, he was in full charge, sort of like… a second-in-command almost. He knew Razorclaw was a leader but he didn’t want to strip that rank from him; that would be un-loyal of him.

Well, Skylynx had attacked him once or twice but it was easy enough to handle him given their size difference. But they were somewhat easy to handle except when Ripclaw was in one of her moods….

A grin forms on the Predacons’ face. “Indeed you have.” Remembering he had mentioned he was in a different time space. Gives him a small shrug, “It is primitive.” Though… they did have Cybertronian tech on the ship itself. Shaking his helm, “Not that I particularly know of, given I don’t keep up with the humans whereabouts.” He was more focused on his own team. “I wouldn’t be surprised if they haven’t, their mere technology is nothing against our defenses here on the Nemesis.”

[apexpredacon]

"Hrrm." It seemed strange to him that humans hadn't made it into space yet, considering how quickly they'd advanced in his home dimension, but then again, Autobot and Decepticon influences on Earth had only just begun. This was a tangled ball of yarn, and no mistake. "I guess that's good for us." 

He leaned forward, steepling his fingers and tapping them against his mask. He is silent for a moment, except for a soft, thoughtful rumble that rises from his chest. "I've still got a lot to learrrn," he concludes, sighing through his vents. 

He straightens slightly and nods up at Predaking. "But thanks. It's gonna be a pain gettin used to all this as it is. Apprrreciate the help."

[mostloyalpredacon]

'Predaking leader, yes! Others follow him. But….haven't seen many others.'

-Ripclaw made a short whine and her eager posture drooped slightly. Her wings tucked close to her body and she glanced down to her claws.-

'Most still with Shockwave. Asleep. But, Skylynx here! And Skystalker. But haven't seen both in a while…. Worried. But Predaking thinks nothing is wrong, so won't worry too much.'

-She then flicked her head up again and nearly bounced in realization.-

'Oh! Have met others on ship? Pretty and friend? Fixed voice! Couldn't speak. Still can't. But…Comm-link? Pretty put in and fixed! Pretty's friend likes sweets!'

-She moved around Razorclaw, tail swaying, as she glanced down the hall. Her tail wagged after she spotted a small group of Vehicons walking and watched them for a moment.-

'Many of them. Confusing because all look the same. But one is big and fun to wrestle with! Smaller ones scared of us. Not sure why… Also, many fliers like Predacons. Keep trying to look for one with weird voice.”

-Ripclaw fidgeted for a moment and sat down again.-

'Oh. Talking a lot. Sorry.'

[apexpredacon]

Razorclaw began to walk as she spoke. From the way she talked about the other Predacons, it seemed like there was more than just a squad of them. "Hrrm." Was his first response. He tried to piece together the things she was saying. Someone she called "pretty" had apparently fixed a problem she was having with her vocoder. That would probably be the doctor. 

Yes, the more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. "I think I've met him. I spoke to yourrr medic last time I got herrre." He watched the vehicons pass. Knowing that the Decepticon army was utilizing what appeared to be clones, or at the very least mass-produced soldiers, was nothing new to him, but these creatures seemed much sleeker and more versatile than the Sweeps he was used to. As they walked, he stared after them contemplatively. Something was nagging at the back of his mind...

When Ripclaw apologized, Razorclaw looked to her. "Hrrr. You're fine. I've got a lot to learrn--" It hit him then. His back arched slightly, an instinctive and uniquely feline gesture of alarm. "Wait. Wait. Skylynx? Skylynx is a Decepticon in this dimension!?"

[autobothunter]

He nods, ‘That’s fine but.. you’re still a leader as well, so you have the right to be up next to me.” Of course in certain situations that he knows better on how his own universe works, then he’ll take charge but he couldn’t infringe on dumping the mech down. “Well, the Predacons here have their own personalities…”

"Ripclaw is more ….outgoing and jumpy-giddy. Skylynx has a …well, second personality. And Skystalker, he is quiet and calculating." His Predacons could get out of hand and some he had to show back that dominance over in a brawl and he’s sure Razorclaw is relatable to that.

"I’ll tell you as things come up but lately, its been quiet around here for the most part since Megatron and Soundwave are missing." He shrugs, "So the twin Seeker and myself sort of lead around here for now." Pausing, "its the year 2014 I believe…." He isn’t quite sure himself… But as on. "You’re free to roam around and what not on the ship. We have a ground bridge that can transport you anywhere on Earth."

"Anything specific you wish to know more about?"

[apexpredacon]

Razorclaw's head tilts to a further degree. He isn't used to such... honorable behavior from fellow Decepticons. Power is something to be seized and hoarded jealously, and at the top of the pyramid of unstable behavior is Lord Galvatron himself. "Verrry well. I'll be lookin' to you untilI get my bearings." And, of course, he won't try and act over the heads of the established command structure outside of the Predacons. He needs to know exactly where he stands in this strange universe's dynamic before he'll be able to do anything authoritative with any degree of efficiency. 

Well, it looked like reasonable, intelligent behavior might just be one of the things that sets Predacons apart.

Listening to the immense Predacon describe his team, Razorclaw couldn't help but think, with some degree of amusement, that they sounded much, much easier to deal with that his own. Predaking didn't mention any of them going into blind destructive rages or anything, after all. He made no articular response to those descriptions or the explanation of the power structure of the crew, but gave a thoughtful, rumbling growl.

When Predking mentions the year, he sits up straighter, notably shocked. "2014? I..." He interrupts himself with an indelicate snort and a small laugh. "Looks like I finally made it to the future. Hrrm, but this is verrry different--more prrimitive, in some ways... have humans made it to otherrr planets, yet?" 

[autobothunter]

Predaking awaits for the other Predacon leader to come down to his location and didn’t seem like it took too long either. His gaze shifts as he hears pedes clunking on the ground, spotting the lion.

He does the same, nodding his helm in respect since well, this was a Predacon leader also, just like him. “No we didn’t.” Letting that linger for a moment, “Please, have a seat. We can talk about further matters we didn’t get to last time.”

The predacon leaves the ‘floor’ open for discussion. there was no need for Razorclaw to be quiet and all. Sure Predaking was the leader of his universe but he wasn’t going to hold Razorclaw by not being able to talk or stuff on the matter. Razorclaw could do whatever he pleased to.

[apexpredacon]

Razorclaw nods and, after a quick glance about, trots over to one of the tables off to the side and sits, crossing his legs with his ankle resting on the opposite knee-joint. "I hafta say, it's good to see the Decepticons doing so well for themselves. Looks like you guys got things more or less under contrrrol."

He gives a light shrug. "Since I'm the interloperrr here, obviously you're in charge. I won't give you any trouble by buckin' the rrranks or anything. The only thing I ask is that I'll be responsible for my team if any of my men show up. They'rrre kinda..." He tilts his head slightly. "Mm. They're unique."

He isn't exactly sure how Predacons behave in this dimension, or even what their physiology is like. These Predacons almost certainly weren;'t built by Quintessons, after all. Even so, he's well aware that his squad can be violently unruly and difficult to deal with, but he understands them, and because of this, he can control them. An outsider would probably be disgusted by their appalling lack of displine and try to reign them in with brute force, which would end badly. 

"Otherrr'n that, just tell me where you need me. I'm going to need a crrrash course in what's going on here. This place is not like the univerrrse I'm used to..." His visor flickers as a sudden thought occurs to him. "Wait--what yearrr is it?"

[autobothunter]

Predaking pauses as he stands in his place; he was in his quarters doing work on his data pad. Researching artifacts like always.. “I see.” Of course he’d back the alternate Predacon leader up any time since he indeed helped him a while ago…

Meet …meet. “I suppose you can come down to the main room the Predacons hang around, even though it is rather quiet around the ship anyways, for the most part..” They always seemed to want to separate the Predacons from the rest of the Decepticons for primus knows what.. He gets up from his seat and pings Ripclaw the desired coordinates on the ship. “I’ll be there shortly.”

The large Predacons stands and sets his data pad away before making his way down towards the room. His wings that he had let relaxed, fold back into place in his back, standing proudly like a leader should be.

[apexpredacon]

"Gotcha." He pauses only long enough to excuse himself from Skyquake and Onslaught (which he does by very simply saying, "I'm bein' called up by your drrragon, see you.") before breaking from the group and padding through the corridors of the Nemesis. It's a fantastic vessel, quite a step up from what Razorclaw is used to. The Decepticons in this dimension are doing better than the one's he'd been built to assist...

Razorclaw's body language exudes a much more relaxed air as he steps into the common room, cocking his head and glancing up at Predaking. He hadn't bothered to shift out of beast mode, but seeing the other mech standing on two feet prompts him to do so. His plates shift and rearrange mid-stride and with two easy, rather graceful steps, he's in mech form. 

He does not retract his mask, but nods respectfully. "Considerrr this my official checking-in. Didn't really get a chance to go overrr the technical details last time." 

[apexpredacon]

autobothunter:

Predaking was busy doing nothing for the moment, just sitting there really. Green mech? Would that be Skyquake? “Yes I’m still here Razorclaw. Back you up? Get in some kind of trouble I suppose?”

Getting up from his place, he steps out of his quarters. “Are you on board? And what do you need me to do exactly.” Back him up meaning he wasn’t a threat …or….?

"Hold a second." There's a long pause. On the other end, Onslaught and Razorclaw are still speaking with Skyquake, and when Razorclaw returns his attention to Predaking, he sounds a lot less tense. 

"I just meant vouchin' for me. Backing up my storrry. But we're good, he's letting us on board." Razorclaw figures the next logical step would be reporting to the senior Predacon, which is undoubtedly Predaking. Razorclaw is the leader of the Predacons in his own dimension, and Predaking is the leader here. 

He also has no plans of sticking with Onslaught, at least not for the moment. "Hopefully I'll be arrround for more'n a day this time. Wherrre should I meet ya?"

[mostloyalpredacon]

-Ripclaw sat down again and stared at Razorclaw in silence, as if letting the information he had told her sink in. She tilted her head again and folded her wings together.-

'….Oh.'

-She made a soft growl and bowed her head towards the other Predacon in silence. She didn’t really understand much of the whole….dimension stuff, even though she’s heard about it a few times.-

'But…still Predacons?'

-She stood up again and approached Razorclaw with a short wag to her tail and stared at him.-

'Don't have to be alike.'

[apexpredacon]

"Yep," he responded, flicking his own tail tot he side in a feline shrug. "A Pred's a pred. To be honest with ya, I'm not like most of the other Decepticons, either." He gives an amused snort. "Me'n my team weren't built under what you'd call ordinary circumstances." 

He rose from his sitting position, standing and giving a brief stretch. "Sio, how do you guys operate around here? Obviously Predaking's your leader, but what's the rest of the squad like?"

[mostloyalpredacon]

-Ripclaw stops her wiggling and slowly rolls back over. She moves from a laying position back into a sitting one and stares back at Razorclaw, mimicking his posture.-

'Guess so. But prefer to think of Predaking and other Predacons as group. Must look out for each other.'

-She then slowly stands up on all fours and move closer and closer to Razorclaw, head raised in a curious gesture. She lowers her head and softly sniffs at the other Predacon.-

'Know Predaking?'

-Ripclaw asks and tilts her head as she stares at him.-

[apexpredacon]

Razorclaw nods. He definitely agrees with the sentiment of the predacons working together. His team is unruly a best and violent at worst, but they can come together and work as a team when the hunt is on, and Razorclaw does what he can to keep them all together. 

Or, well, he did. Before this whole "being sent into the past" snag. Is this universe behind or ahead of his in the timeline? Hmm... he'll have to find that out. 

"Indeed," he responds simply, intending the answer only for her first question, but finding it fits the second one as well. "Yeah. Prredaking and I met before. I'm from another dimension, though. 'Nother timeline. Gonna be honest, I was kind of surprised to learn there were Predacons in this world at all." 

He flicks his tail. "But other'n that, I don't think we're a whole lot alike."

[mostloyalpredacon]

-Ripclaw stared at him and slowly flicked her tail back and forth.-

'Oh!'

-She then makes a friendlier gesture and rolls onto her back. She squirms closer to Razorclaw and wags her tail at him, before pointing the tip at herself for emphasis.-

'Ripclaw!' 

-The Predacon stares up at him and watches him. He said that he was a Predacon too, so that was good enough for Ripclaw.-

'Look strong. …Should wrestle!'

[apexpredacon]

Razorclaw remains where he is, his posture still and stoic, regarding the wriggling and excited predacon before him with grave feline dignity. "Rrripclaw, then. And I am verrry strong." This is said simply, as a statement of fact rather than a boast. Razorclaw is the leader of a deadly gestalt team. He's not to be trifled with, and he knows it.

"Wrestle? No, not now." He looks down at her with a slightly puzzled air. She's acting very differently than the predacons he is used to dealing with. "You serve Predaking, correct?"

[apexpredacon]

loose-cannon-dino started following you

Razorclaw is used to a very, very different Grimlock, and does not immediately recognize this incarnation of him. He narrows his optics, silently taking in the small details scattered throughout the larger mech's frame for a hint as to what he could transform into. 

Eventually, it clicks. Razorclaw might not be the most refined of mechs, but he's extremely intelligent, in his own savage way. "Grrrimlock," he says simply, flatly. "You look... different."

[mostloyalpredacon]

-Ripclaw had been tracking the odd scent, intrigued by who it could belong to. It wasn’t familiar to her. She stalked as quietly as she could, but still seemed to be caught. After all, she nearly bumped into the strange scent’s owner and backed away, tail raised in alert.-

'….Who?'

-She blinked and slowly moved closer again, caught off guard by how different he looked from Predaking or herself.-

'Predacon?' 

-Slowly, she slinked closer, tail raised high in alert. She mimics his posture and stays in a very similar half-crouched position, flicking her tail back and forth. After a short time, she moves into a sitting position and stares back at him.-

'Predacon!'

[apexpredacon]

Ripclaw breaks the tension in the air by sitting, and Razorclaw follows suit. It would be an undoubtedly odd sight for anyone passing through the hallway: two bestial mechs, of startlingly different form and aesthetic, sitting on their haunches and staring at one another.

Razorclaw was not off-put by her simplistic greeting, as his own team was often short with him. "Rrrazorclaw. Not from around here. Yourrr leader knows me." He regarded her with a sense of patient alertness. "Hearrrd the preds from this world arrre very different than mine."

[apexpredacon]

Razorclaw has to give it to the mechs from this universe: they sure know how to pull off the whole "dark and brooding fortress of evil" architecture. Hmm--does shipbuilding count as architecture? There doesn't seem to be any Constructicons around to ask, so I'll just assume yes. 

For the most part, the predacon has been keeping to himself since he arrived. He politely answers comms when they come to him, and will attend any summons, but otherwise he simply stays out of the way. One might think this is the result of laziness, but Razorclaw is just getting a feel for the dynamics of the ship. It's so different, so very, vastly different than what he's used to. 

They have a veritable army of drones, for one thing. Razorclaw's home timeline is decidedly thin on Decepticons. He doesn't recognize half of the mechs here, and from what he's learned from reading (and he has been doing a lot of that since he got here; anyone visiting his temporary quarters will stumble upon the amusing sight of a lion casually sprawled before a row of datapads) the history of this universe's Cybertron is almost completely different than that of his own. 

It's a lot to take in. He's not actively including Onslaught in his investigations, but he's willing to share what he's learned if the Combaticons' leader can bring himself to ask. He knows very well what kind of plots and schemes Onslaught is likely trying to cook up, but keeping him in the dark will do neither of them any favors. 

Razorclaw had been making his way down one of the main corridors in the Nemesis, mainly just for the exercise. His joints have a tendency to lock up if he lies in one place for too long and... well, quite frankly, Razorclaw tends to do just that. 

He pauses, one paw raised, as an unusual scent crosses his olfactory sensors. A predacon has been through here recently, but not Predaking. He's aware that there are others on the ship, but he hasn't met them yet, and is frankly quite curious as to what other predacons from this universe are like. He considers tracking the scent, but decides against it. The other predacon might be busy, and it would be better to err on the side of not being a nuisance. 

The decision, as it turns out, is made for him. When he veers down a side passage he very nearly bumps into her, managing to skid to a stop before they collide. He blinks, caught off-guard, and simply stares for a moment.

Razorclaw doesn't rise from his half-crouched position when he finally speaks, tail lashing slowly. "Hey."

[anonymous12367i13-deactivated20]

Hmmm …

-He tries to think - it has been a long while. Naturally, things have changed - was there anything the soon-to-be new comer would need to know?

Besides the most obvious change in scenery … and meeting the crew …

-Not … really? Oh, wait.

I would advise heading caution around Shockwave, but … that’s just between you and me …

-He utters, confidentially.

He has a bit of an ‘interest’ in your kind, if you catch my drift~

[apexpredacon]

"Shockwave?" Razorclaw's voice carries a hint of surprise with it. He's never met the scientist, though he's heard of him. Shockwave is long dead in his home timeline. Of course, this particular Shockwave is bound to be different in some way than the one that Razorclaw has read about. 

Curiosity instantly rears its head. He does not, in fact, catch Knock Out's drift. It goes pinwheeling heedlessly past him. "In primitives? How?" Knock Out can't see his face, but the predacon's eyes narrow slightly. 

There are a lot of ways that a scientist could take interest in a primitive, and a good many of them are unpleasant and involve partial or full dis-assembly. Razorclaw doesn't know enough about Shockwave's mannerisms to be able to determine just how closely he'll have to watch his own back. "Or is he interrrested in predacons, specifically?"

[anonymous12367i13-deactivated20]

Weren’t, huh?

-It’s a rhetorical question; Knock Out decided not to think too much about the phrasing - with the portals still running rampant, anything was rather plausible. At the mention of the dilemma with Skyquake the medic rolls his optics - really?

Ah, but of course - we do owe you. Big time; I’d be glad to vouch on your behalf.

-And for just a moment, Knock Out wonders if he should inform Predaking, as well - because, honestly, no one knew Razorclaw better than the resident predacon himself. 

[apexpredacon]

"Verrrifying my story will be enough." Razorclaw is not a particularly self-serving mech, and he very casually shrugs off what could have been an opportunity to exploit the gratitude of the Nemesis's crew, such as it was. Besides, he'd been helping a fellow predacon, even if the mech in question was from a different dimension, with a fundamentally different background. Razorclaw didn't get along with all primitives, but he would stick with those who called themselves predacon.

He also doesn't begrudge Skyquake his caution, either. It's not exactly what anyone would call a normal situation, all things considered... "Thanks. Anythin' you need to tell me about what's goin' on before I come aboarrrd?"

[anonymous12367i13-deactivated20]

"Hey you. Doctor. You still arrround?"

Hmm ..?

-It takes the medic a moment to recognise the origin of the comm.

Of course I’m still around … but - aren’t you the one who …

-He trails off - there was no need to elaborate. The other would know, if he was indeed the same mech Knock Out thought he was.

[apexpredacon]

"Yep," Razorclaw replies quite casually. He knows better than to refer to the incident in great detail--he's not that socially far-removed--but even so, he doesn't seem to think of it as that big of a deal.

"Just makin' sure you're still here. I wasn't forrr a while." He snorts. "Your commanderr, Skyquake, is leadin' me and one of my comrrrades to your ship. If you could back up my storrry, let him know I am who I say I am, I'd apprrreciate it." Putting Skyquake's mind at ease is Razorclaw's first order of business.

[mechanicalonslaught-deactivated]

Onslaught can’t help but grin an ugly grin behind his mask, amused by the fact that not only he has been thrown into another time. He gets serious quite quickly again as Razorclaw brings up the possibility that they could be sent away if they aren’t able to provide any useful information. It’s nothing he wouldn’t have expected in a way. Looks like it’s time to outshine his feline comrade.

All traces of amusement are gone as he speaks to Skyquake in a rather monotonous voice, his head tilted slightly to feign respect he certainly isn’t feeling right now. “Although this is only the second time I am visiting another dimension, I have gathered quite a decent amount of information about this phenomenon so far through speaking with individuals from all across the multiverse,” he says, being vague about the exact amount on purpose, “that I would of course be willing to share.”

[giant-green-moth]

"You’ll have to forgive my caginess, even though we are all Decepticons here.  We had an… incident not long ago, after the incident you are familiar with-" at this, he nods his chin to Razorclaw "-Where an unexpected Autobot came aboard the ship.  Needless to say, he acted like no Autobot I have ever known."

Skyquake then looks at Onslaught as he speaks.  With that faceplate, and without knowing the mech, it was hard for Skyquake to get a read on him, but he appears to have some familiarity with the other mech, so Skyquake decides he can perhaps be trusted on some level.

"Good," he says.  "I’ll tell them to lower our weapons and you may come onboard."

He then sends a comm over his channel to the drones onboard the ship, telling them they were coming onboard and to lower the guns.

[apexpredacon]

If Razorclaw feels in any way outshone by Onslaught, he doesn't show it. The Combaticon leader is going to rack up a lot of private victories in the coming days, if only for the fact that Razorclaw is mostly oblivious to the fine art of social posturing. To Skyquake, he gives an inarticulate growl of acknowledgement, standing and pausing to stretch, catlike, arching his back and flicking his tail. With no further preamble, he begins to trot towards the Nemesis, pausing, if necessary, to keep pace with other two mechs.

"We Prrreds got a word for Autobots who stumble into the lair of theirrr enemies," he says, "suicidal. How long did he last?" He glances up at Skyquake as he speaks. 

He's also pinging the two comm frequencies he picked up the last time he was here, making sure both mechs he made contact with are still about. If he's falling in and out of space and time, it's possible they are, as well...

[mechanicalonslaught-deactivated]

As far as Onslaught knew, there were no other ways to travel through dimensions than by accident. Skyquake’s question, therefore, seemed strange to the Combaticon at first. Well, of course he got here through a tear, how else? But on a second thought…If the flier asked like that, there must have been other ways he knew about. Which was highly interesting to say at least.

"I suppose a tear must have swallowed me" he said out loud with a small nod of his head, "Although I did not arrive together with our feline comrade over there, merely at the same time, by coincidence."

Whatever Razorclaw had been up to, it was nothing Onslaught had known about beforehand. After all, the Predacon had been gone for a few months at least…which kind of contradicted with his mention of ‘yesterday’. Onslaught would probably subtly try to ask him about it later.

[giant-green-moth]

Skquake arches a brow slightly when Razorclaw speaks, still slightly confused by the ‘yesterday’.  When the mech gives him Knock Out’s frequency and tells him he helped Predaking with an… issue, Skyquake decides that this one may be trustworthy, albeit his perception of time seemed warped.

"The… issue you speak of," Skyquake wasn’t exactly sure how Razorclaw ‘helped’ Predaking, but the only issues he knew of with the Predacon leader was the illness which was months ago.  "That was a few months ago."  Skyquake shakes his head at that, and wonders if the mech fell into another one of those tears.

"But I know those tears can make time pass strangely for some of us," he says, remembering how several months had passed for Dreadwing when he died, while he had not even realized he died at all.

He looks at the two mechs for a few moments, before speaking again.  “How much experience do you two have with these tears?  Would you be able to supply any information for us?”

[apexpredacon]

"What?" Razorclaw responds rather brusquely. He pauses to check his internal chronometer, and then gives a low, irritable growl, flexing his front claws into the sand. "Hrr. You're rrright." Losing a few months isn't the strangest thing that's happened to him so far, but it is a little troubling. Well, maybe that explains why he feels so rested. A nap of a few months is bound to do that to a mech. He's also not as... sore as he should be, considering what he'd been up to beforehand. 

Well, thank Primus for small mercies.

He shakes his head and goes on, "Not me, perrrsonally. I've only fallen through 'em a coupla times. I know they can send you back in time, but that's about it." The cat remains poised, his optics blinking in the slow, deliberate way that felines' often do. "Arrre you turnin' us away?" It's possible that this mech doesn't feel that Razorclaw and Onslaught are welcome unless they have something useful to offer. The idea baffles the predacon a bit--these are Decepticons, this is where he should be--but he's willing to accept it and move on, if it turns out to be the case. 

Still, if he isn't as welcome as he thought he was, then he'd rather know right away so he can begin taking care of matters as quickly and efficiently as possible.