Assassination from the Skies

Chibi Predaking.

#Predaking #Skylynx #Darksteel #Predacons

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They’re supposed to be fighting but it came out kind of differently hue

doodles all day every day

#Predaking #magnus

crystallizedtwilight

sleepy rainbow predacons

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"You never stood a chance against me, Prime."

Transformers: Prime Season 3 Episode 11

(I said I would and I did.)

#Razorclaw #apexpredacon #Predaking #((it doesn't help our rp sniffy o-);;; perf))

captain-byrin

#whitagram #predacons #decepticons #transformers

Full body drawing of Predaking from Transformers Prime.

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?”

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."

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?"

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?"

"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.”

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.

"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?”

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.

Progress update on the Predaking drawing. After I finish refining the colors, I’m going to attempt shading this.

Finished drawing of Predaking from Transformers Prime.

Rough sketch of another Predaking drawing. I’m going to attempt to do many revisions and finish this and not die in the process.

"Predaking, it's Razorclaw. Aparrrently I've been away for a while. Just making surrre you didn't disappearrr, too." There's a pause in the comm line. "Might need you to back me up. The grrreen fellow is kinda cagey, and you'rrre one of the only mechs on this ship that saw me."

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….?

Meeting up with someone new

giant-green-moth

Sleeping? he thinks. Great, I’ll have to question Shockwave about that too.

He reaches for his high grade and takes a swallow as Predaking speaks. “It happens, unfortunately,” he says. “I assume you are aware of these tears that have been occurring? It is why I questioned your numbers. These tears make it far too easy to enter and leave the Nemesis without anyone knowing, a large breach in our security.”

He nods to Predaking. “Check to make sure they’re onboard soon, if you will. I’ll also probably need to meet up with them soon. It won’t do to have people on the ship I haven’t met with.”

mostloyalpredacon

-Ripclaw’s tail lightly twitches after Predaking pats her head and she continues to lean against Predaking. She then looks back towards Skyquake and watches the flier. She wasn’t sure how to feel about him, especially since he was asking a lot of questions about the other Predacons.-

'Predaking…'

-Ripclaw made a soft sound and glanced back up to the other Predacon.-

Predaking shakes his helm, "I dont know much about them at all. I've only heard of them occurring." If someone did ever get on board of the nemesis, the dragon would be the first to know much likely, given his inner instincts. "If I see anything, I'll be sure to let you know." After he takes care of them first....perhaps. Nodding, "Of course.' He'll go look for them after this, if he isn't too ..tipsy I guess?

He does notice her leaning on him but pays no mind till Ripclaw states his name. Looking over, "What is it Ripclaw?" He asks. He knew what and what not to share with the other Decepticons. What if something did happen to either Predacon if they were found but weren't accounted for.

#Ripclaw.#Skyquake.

Meeting up with someone new

giant-green-moth

Skyquake smirks at Predaking’s offer to deal with Shockwave on his behalf, but he thinks to himself it won’t be necessary. If he had anything to say to the scientist he preferred to state it directly.

He goes back to his drink, listening to the chatter between the two Predacons. He look at them both, as they talk among themselves. “How many of you exist?” he asks, referring to the Predacons. So far, he only knew of the two currently on the Nemesis, but that doesn’t mean there can’t be more. He’d rather have a basic idea if more of Shockwave’s… experiments show up.

mostloyalpredacon

-Ripclaw smiles sweetly to Predaking as if she wasn’t just angry at him and rubs her head against his arm. However, she blinks and glances to Skyquake, watching him with uncertainty.-

'Don't know exact numbers. Many still sleeping.'

-She then looks up to Predaking and stares silently, wondering if it was such a good idea to reveal every single detail about the Predacons.-

It didn't really matter what they shared number wise. Not like they were going to hurt them or anything. He pats Ripclaw's helm though.

Predaking looks Skyqyakes way. "There's four of us so far that have turned up. Ripclaw, Skystalker and Skylyynx, the two of them look exactly alike just different paint jobs, and myself." That was all that had turned up so far as far as he knew. "The two other's are probably stalking around being quiet, like always. Yet, they've been outnormously quiet. Maybe they went missing," he shrugs a bit.

#Ripclaw.#[Skyquake]

Meeting up with someone new

giant-green-moth

Skyquake snorts a chuckle when Ripclaw says she broke out of Shockwave’s lab to find Predaking. He watches her go over to the Vehicons, attempting to beg, and when one looks at Skyquake with uncertainty, Skyquake shakes his head no. Apparently Predaking didn’t wan her drinking and Skyquake wasn’t sure how she’d react, an decides he’d rather not deal with a drunk Predacon.

"I can imagine you don’t like that. The thought of being controlled is a disgusting one, particularly by someone like Shockwave." Skyquake is unable to keep some disgust out of his voice. The fact that Shockwave had partially overseen his coming to Earth, merely so he can see how twin bonds react in absence of one another, is still a sore spot for the Seeker.

He swallows the last of his cube of high grade an gestures for another. “He has a similar relationship with the Insecticons I think. I’ve never asked much about it.”

mostloyalpredacon

-Ripclaw continued to pout after the Vehicons seemed to ignore her, moving back beside Predaking. She leans against the counter again and flicks her tail back and forth in a show of annoyance.-

'But….Shockwave brought Predacons back. We exist again.'

-She comments softly and crosses her arms ontop of the counter. She frowns and rests her head against them.-

'Predaking being tyrant. Not king right now.'

-Ripclaw huffs at the other Predacon and makes a whine again.-