- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Once Thunderwing had left the entourage of ‘Cons and headed for the bridge, Razorclaw continued to follow Dreadwind and Darkwing to the brig where the Vehicons quickly lead Starscream into his cell. The Predacon Commander entered the containment facility behind them and immediately cast his gaze up at the observation deck where Shockwave and two other mechs were positioned, watching the proceedings that were taking place below. Razorclaw gave the Military Operations Commander a nod before turning back to his unit. “Predacons, remain down here. I will be up on the second level speaking with our cycloptic leader.”
With his order given, Razorclaw broke away from the rest of the group and headed for the security doors that would lead him up to the observation platform. Registering his presence, the two doors parted and granted him access to the restricted area. Being that the Predacon Commander was once the captain of the Thanatos, it made sense that the system would still accept his high level clearance. Of course, there had always been the possibility that the one eyed scientist had changed his security level while he was gone, but that was thankfully not the case.
Arriving on the upper deck, Razorclaw moved to stand next to Shockwave, giving both Skullcruncher and Contemptor a curt nod before addressing the purple mech. “Lord Shockwave, my Predacons and I are reporting back from our successful mission,” the lion-former began, reluctantly giving the walking calculator a respectful salute. “My apologies for taking longer than anticipated. Starscream put up quite the fight once he had arrived on board the Ultrax. A battle ensued and the Seeker Commander managed to send the ship into warp that resulted in the Stunticon frigate crashing into one of Earth’s oceans. The jump knocked everyone on board out for a few cycles before our systems rebooted. Afterwards, I fought Starscream one on one and bested him in close quarters combat. His injuries were severe, but he managed to survive. Once communications were restored, I contacted Soundwave and requested permission to return with our prisoner.”
Razorclaw lowered his hand and looked over the railing at the assembled Decepticons below. “As you can see, many of the crashed frigate’s occupants accompanied me back here to proclaim their loyalty to you in person, sir. However, the two seekers, Skywarp and Nightraven, have requested an audience with you, as well, but for different reasons. I believe they would like to beg for Starscream’s life. Heh.” The Predacon Commander then returned his complete attention to Shockwave. “Regardless, the Ultrax is a lost cause, I’m afraid. We were able to repair it to a certain extent but it will never fly again. Only a skeleton crew remains aboard for now and will require transportation here once the salvage aspect is completed.”
The lion-former then cast his gaze down at Starscream, who was requesting that his shackles be taken off now that he was secured within his cell. Razorclaw felt a great sense of delight in seeing the Seeker Commander in such a condition. However, the deceitful flyer still had a part to play if the mission to overthrow Shockwave was to be a success. Still, appearances needed to be maintained in order not to arouse suspicion. “I would advise caution when dealing with Starscream, my lord. Even while confined to a cell, he is still a dangerous mech and cannot be underestimated.”
Razorclaw looked back at Shockwave's purple visage, a singular optic burning brightly in the center. It was a cold, emotionless image if he ever saw one. The Predacon Commander couldn't wait to either be looking at it on the other side of a cell's containment field or seeing it snuffed out entirely. “If there is nothing further, Lord Shockwave, I would like to request some downtime for my Predacons in order to rest and recharge their circuits after the long mission. I, myself, still require a few quick repairs that I never received after my battle with Starscream. Unless, of course, you have a new assignment for us, sir.”
Skywarp was relieved when Nightraven reluctantly agreed to do the majority of the talking once they were in Shockwave’s presence. Asking him to spare Starscream’s spark seemed like a useless plea that one would expect from a coward. Not to mention that the cycloptic mech would simply do whatever he wanted anyway regardless of how much begging he received from the two seekers. Still, the Air Commander’s orders were very clear and the teleporter would obey them no matter what. But that didn’t mean he had to do the actual pleading. Although, Nighty seemed just as worried as the prankster was about screwing things up, which could end with them all being thrown in the brig or worse - deactivated.
“I’m sure you’ll do fine,” Skywarp assured Nightraven in a whispered tone. “Way better than what I would say that’s for sure.” His words trailed off once they had arrived at the brig and the Seeker Commander was lead into a holding cell while Razorclaw made his way up to the observation platform to speak with Shockwave as Skullcruncher and another large mech that ‘Warp didn’t immediately recognize stood nearby. At one point, the Predacon Commander glanced down at the pair of seekers, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he was saying. Even the prankster could tell that they were being discussed by the higher ups.
The teleporter glanced over at Nightraven once again, that worried expression creeping back on to his faceplate. Things were about to get very tense for them at any moment, and it was quite possible that Shockwave could view them as a threat and incarcerate the two Starscream loyalists as a precaution no matter what was said. After all, there were plenty of empty cells left in the brig. “It seems that it’s almost time to make our plea, Nighty,” Skywarp whispered, wanting to take hold of her hand but resisting the urge while amongst so many other Decepticons. “Are you ready?”