- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Skywarp let out a sigh of relief at Starscream’s one-worded response before the former Seeker Commander moved to the back of his cell where the shadows quickly consumed him. The hardest part for the prankster was technically over, but that didn’t mean his job was about to get much easier, far from it. At least Nightraven would be there to guide him through what needed to be done. Never in his wildest imaginations did ‘Warp ever conceive of the notion of being the new Seeker leader, interim or permanent. Regardless, here he was about to take on the single greatest responsibility that a seeker could have. Too bad he wasn’t really up to the task no matter how much Nighty tried to convince him that he could do it.
Listening to Nightraven explain what they needed to do helped ease Skywarp’s anxieties, but only a bit. He’d much rather just listen to someone else’s orders and just follow them like he always had done. Still, perhaps this was a second chance to make the seeker femme proud of him. Although, if history served as any kind of reminder, ‘Warp would likely need a third or even a fourth chance before he got it right.
“A terminal? Right, Nighty, that would help,” Skywarp responded with a smirk before turning away from the darkened cell that contained the one true Seeker Commander and heading for the door. With the object of his affections following close behind, the teleporter exited into the corridor beyond.
Corridors / Data Center
Skywarp had wandered the halls for almost a full breem without an access terminal in sight. He wasn’t very familiar with the layout of the Thanatos, which was why it took him so long to locate something as simple as a computer console. “You’d think there’d be terminals all over the fraggin’ place, but can we find one? Oh, no!” The prankster exclaimed in frustration, glancing over at Nightraven for a moment before returning his optics to the pathway ahead. “This is getting very irritating. How can I possibly lead the Seekers if I can’t even find a stupid terminal so I can organize them?!”
Finally, the annoyed teleporter stumbled upon the doors of the data center, the same facility Razorclaw had just utilized before moving down to the repair bay. Of course, Skywarp had no knowledge of the Predacon leader’s prior activities here, nor did he care even if he did know. “I guess there should be a terminal in here, right? I mean, it is a data center for frag’s sake.”
Stepping towards the door, Skywarp entered his security code and quickly gained access to the data facility within. Glancing around the vast room, the prankster was happy to finally see a plethora of computer stations where he could finally get to work. “So, this is where they keep them all,” the teleporter commented as he looked over at Nightraven again, letting a weak smile escape his otherwise serious visage. “I guess it doesn’t matter which one I use does it?”
Without waiting for a response, Skywarp made his way to the nearest terminal and sat down in the respective chair. Again, he was prompted to enter his clearance codes, which granted him direct access to the Predacon warship’s mainframe. Considering his new rank as interim Seeker Commander, the prankster discovered that he already had access to areas where he normally would have been denied. Scrolling down through all of the numerous logs and files that filled the view screen, ‘Warp quickly became agitated once more as he realized that he had no idea what he was looking for. “Um, Nighty? I’m having trouble finding the right file here. I mean, there should be something that says ‘Seeker Roster’ or something like that, right? Unless, I’m just not seeing it.”
While receiving the repairs and recharge that he needed, Razorclaw found time to weigh his options. Unfortunately, there was no clear opportunity to strike with the knowledge that Shockwave and his minions were now powered up on ultra energon. The new ore would make them far stronger and more resilient than the Predacon lord or his group of Decepticon rebels. They needed to gain access to the ultra energon and power up, as well, if the lion-former had any hopes of eliminating Shockwave from the equation successful. How to do so with Soundwave and his cassettes constantly watching was the real question. The monotone mech still needed to be dealt with in some way, perhaps with a distraction or by more violent means if there was no other choice.
Another unknown factor was how Thunderwing’s carapace technology would hold up against the new energon. Could the Warlord’s outer shell stand up to the raw power? If it could then perhaps he was the key to usurping Shockwave from the throne. Of course, Thunderwing could also possibly take the leadership mantle for himself, which would leave the lion-former in the position of either accepting the scientist as the new supreme commander or facing another time-wasting battle with an opponent that would not be nearly as easy to beat as Starscream was. As Motormaster had previously said, the strongest should lead and that very well could be the Warlord in this case.
It was all almost enough to make Razorclaw’s cranium overload and explode. In the past he only had to worry about his unit while Megatron dealt with everything else regarding the war effort. Now, the Predacon Commander was trying to make decisions for all Decepticons. Even if he managed to somehow overcome the obstacles to the throne here in the Sol System, once word finally got out to the rest of the Empire that the slagmaker was dead, there would be others vying for the role of Supreme Leader. Mechs like Scorponok would surely come or even one of the Phase Sixers. They were all very powerful Decepticons in their own right and would present an immense challenge to the Predacon lord’s reign.
Perhaps I’m better served as a unit commander and not the overall leader, Razorclaw finally allowed his processor to consider. It was something he hated to admit, even internally, but how would he maintain control over those who were far stronger than he was? He had gotten himself into this situation mostly because neither Starscream nor Shockwave were worthy successors and the lion-former refused to follow them. Thus, the Predacon Commander was forced into taking the throne for himself, a move that he was now having second thoughts about. Of course, he couldn’t very well give up, not with Shockwave still in control. Razorclaw had to persevere and be patient for the right moment to make his move and deal with the consequences of those actions at the appropriate time. Until then there was still work to be done.
Once the medical appendages were finished with the last of the repairs, Razorclaw on-lined his optics again and got up off of the automated berth. The Predacon lord then ran a standard diagnostic which quickly ascertained that all of his systems were now operating at 100% with his fuel cells fully charged. Disconnecting the energon line from an access port on his right side, the lion-former wasted no further time in exiting the repair bay. His destination was the barracks where he hoped to find the rest of the Predacons so that he could brief them on the information he had already gathered from the data center. They needed to be updated on the situation regarding the ultra energon and why patience was the key to victory.