Maybe it was just a phrase, but the mention of dragons had Verge curious. He actually took a step back, perhaps the first smart thing he’d done around the dangerous mech. But that step was more to get a better look at the whole of Deathsaurus and try to ascertain more about him. The multiple optics wasn’t completely unusual, and in some predatory types of beast modes, the optics were sometimes fakes to frighten others. The talons were lovely and sharp, something he was used to but… the other pieces of his frame didn’t quite add up to what Verge was thinking of when he heard ‘dragon’. There was a small tilt of his head but his optics dimmed now, his focus shifting to olfactory to try to catch the other’s scent in comparison to what was around them.
“I suppose you’re no petro rabbit. But.. you’re not a predacon, are you? Not unless things developed here different from what I’m used to.”
Ratchet and Wheeljack both had played with CNA and fossils that they had found over the years and for various reasons they hadn’t been able to recreate a Predacon for Optronix to use. As far as Verge knew, there was no shattered successor the Predacon lineage. Sad. He would have loved to meet one.
“I don’t… put much stock in labels.” Verge admitted quietly. The smiles he had shown melting away to show something more serious. The quiet need in his EM field fading away to a flatness that could only be practiced after many years. “Autobot or Decepticon doesn’t really matter, because I’ve seen much of each. The Autobadge was given to me and I’m expected to wear it, so I do. It’s… trained into me.”
There was a faint frown there, a slight coldness around him before he pushed at his senses and forced it all back to a placid normality.
“And I’ve killed too many things to really be disturbed by it. As long as the death has a purpose, a reason, that’s all I need to be satisfied. And you have.. crew to protect?”
Was it just crew or was it more like family? He had no idea but he wanted to know more of Deathsaurus’ views on it.
It’s only partly hyperbole. Though, yes his general mecha form appearance likely suggested something rather more avian in nature given the beaked helm and ‘feathered’ wings. Though the quizzically arched eyebrow over the topmost set of optics should indicate that they are for more than just mere show.
Verge’s observation draws a huff of amusement from the kaiju however, despite his unease. “A Predacon? No, Razorclaw and I tended not to get along on the few occasions we were unlucky enough to be stationed together. His team’s... disdain for each other and their compatriots doesn’t sit well with me.” A weak pack, no cohesion or internal loyalty to redeem them. The cat may as well be skewered on his blade for all Deathsaurus cared. “And I hear that petro-rabbits were most fearsome before the war, perhaps I am one after all?”
What an odd little mech. Everything about him from his scent to the sound of his internals was just subtly off, and now this, this.... apathy towards his faction symbol, to the ideals of the Prime. Which, he supposed wasn’t entirely unusual. Many Autobots only paid lip service to their Prime’s much vaunted ideology. Perhaps this one was just a little more honest than most. “I suppose habit or perhaps obedience is enough reason to wear your badge, it’s as good a reason as any other.”
“I do. It’s why were all the way out here. No one wants to spare the resources to hunt down a rogue warworld in the ass end of nowhere after all. Not cost effective to the war effort.” They’d have to send far too many warships to take down his ragtag band, even with how poor the supply chain ran out here. No one could be bothered, which was why Deathsaurus had been so far down on The List. “We get by on trade and... ‘privateering’, I suppose you could say. The Consortia prefers the term ‘piracy’ or ‘wanton destruction of Consortia vessels’. I prefer ‘beating them at their own game’.”
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