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.”
"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."










