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Ultimate Showdown
Motormaster picked a dry and dusty spot, relatively isolated from human and Autobot interference at the bottom of a ravine. It made a good natural arena, but put his truck mode at a disadvantage. He'd have to specify no alts to Razorclaw. He wasn't in the mood to have those sharp claws and the several tonnes of metal cat behind them land on his face.
He sent a ping with the coordinates to the Predacon leader.
'I'm waiting.'
Finally, a face he recognizes! "Astrotrain, report. What's goig' on here?" The Predacon asks gruffly. He is blissfully unaware of the fact that he comes from many, many years in Astrotrain's future... and is liable to get more questions than answers.
"You don't order me around, Razorclaw. As for what's going on, the normal. 'Cons being idiots." Crosses his arms unimpressed.
Brawl had left the base, he wasn’t sick anymore so he wasn’t stuck inside all the time. The tank was currently in the desert, enjoying the warm sun on his frame. Wiggling on his treads, the tanks turret was drooped as he relaxed.
No one could give out to him out here, or give him weird tablets.
Hm, Motormaster? Err.... Razorclaw said he could teach me tactics and stuff like that. Can I go?
Motormaster's first, albeit brief impression of Razorclaw was that he was a strong and smart mech, albeit young like himself. Razorclaw had publicly stated he wasn't interested in interface, so Motormaster couldn't think of any reason to deny Breakdown the opportunity.
'Affirmative.' he answered gruffly.
apexpredacon replied to your post: So it looks like you guys have yet another gestalt leader on your hands! You gonna break in the new guy?
Razorclaw gives a growling chuckle. “Consider the feeling mutual, Motormaster. I might have a “primitive” body, but at least I don’t have a “primitive” brain.” He laughs again, more amused than insulted.
Motormaster sneered.
'You think you're hot stuff now, but you're all alone, cat.'
So it looks like you guys have yet another gestalt leader on your hands! You gonna break in the new guy?
The cat? I'm not interested in that primitive. Leave him to mate with Whoreslaught. He'll take anyone.
