- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Razorclaw watched and listened as a surprised Starscream questioned Motormaster about being able to do what the Predacon Commander had suggested. The brutish Stunticon leader quickly confirmed that the Ultrax did, in fact, have just enough power to generate a transwarp field or possibly two. Of course, only one would be needed as they weren’t traveling a great distance and only to the planet below. Pleased with the explanation he had received, the Seeker Commander sent out a ship wide communique, canceling the previous call for evacuation and warning everyone of a rough landing to come.
Starscream then explained to the Predacon leader the necessity of also creating a null field around the ship once they had entered the rift in order to ensure that any potential tracking devices left behind by Soundwave would be disabled. Naturally, that also meant every Decepticon on board would loose consciousness and be subsequently rebooted. However, it was something that had to be done and Razorclaw knew it all too well.
“Understood, Commander Starscream,” the Predacon leader replied once the order had been given to proceed. Razorclaw then moved across the room and took a seat in the pilot’s chair where he quickly gained access to the frigate’s transwarp system. Once all available power had been rerouted to the primary warp drive, Razorclaw then set the coordinates of their intended destination above Sol-3’s Pacific Ocean. If all went according to plan, the Ultrax would simply crash into the water and sink to the bottom. Of course, the ship was a dump to say the least, so one could only hope and pray to Primus that it would hold together.
“I suggest everyone find a seat quickly,” Razorclaw stated plainly as he turned in his chair to face everyone present, including his own Predacons. “Once the rift is opened, I will guide the frigate inside and then initiate the null field. Be ready.” The Predacon Commander then swiveled his chair back around so he was facing the pilot’s terminal once again. After punching a few more buttons on the controls, the hyperdrive hummed to life deep within the bowels of the Decepticon vessel. Mere astroseconds passed before the intense light of a transwarp rift appeared on the primary view screen, filling the bridge with a almost blinding glow. The rift’s position was directly between the Ultrax and the Thanatos, blocking the Predacons’ former warship from sight. Of course, that also meant Shockwave could no longer see the Stunticon scrapheap, either.
“Here we go! Brace yourselves!” Razorclaw bellowed as he took the controls in his taloned hands and quickly guided the Ultrax into the wormhole. The rundown frigate shuddered violently as it passed across the threshold before disappearing into the brilliant white light. The rift then closed behind them, leaving only empty space where the Ultrax once was. Within the realm of hyperspace, itself, the Predacon Commander initiated a null field around the ship. It was the last thing he remembered doing before blacking out and slumping over in his chair. Fate would now guide them the rest of the way.
Nightraven’s assurances that her sister would not come after him provided Skywarp with little to no real comfort. Unfortunately, while Nighty could say that all she wanted, at the end of the cycle she no more could control Hellion than he could. The berserker would do what she wanted when she wanted and would attack whomever got in her way, especially the teleporter.
As they continued down the corridor towards the bounce chamber, Nightraven halted her advance and faced him, looking him square in the optics. She pleaded with him to stop torturing himself over what happened down in the Iranian Desert. In her opinion, the job he had done was more than adequate, especially for a first time field commander. She made her case, citing the amount of energon they had procured and Skywarp couldn’t help but agree. The prankster finally nodded as she stepped closer to him and placed her hand on his forearm. That was followed by the reward she had mentioned earlier, a quick peck on his cheek that made his circuits spark.
“I...um...thanks, Nighty,” were the only words Skywarp could utter as she gestured for him to follow her to the bounce chamber. “Yeah, we don’t want to keep Screamer waiting, do we?” The quick kiss, if it could even be called that, was satisfying to the teleporter. He hadn’t expected that, nor had he ever really experienced such a show of affection from any femme. His prankster ways had all but ensured that most would only view him as a joke, but Nightraven had finally seen a different side to him, one he hoped to show her again. Although, he’d rather not be in command the next time and simply show his usefulness as a warrior on the battlefield.
As the two seekers entered the room, Starscream’s new orders echoed over their comm lines. The evacuation had now been cancelled it seemed. “Hmmm, I wonder what changed all of a sudden,” Skywarp wondered aloud as he noticed the presence of Ramjet nearby. The Stunticons had all but filed out of the room and neither Motormaster nor Starscream were even present. “Well, I guess we came down here for nothing, didn’t we?”
Skywarp paused for a moment as he felt a strong shudder pass through the frigate. Once it had stopped, he looked over at Nightraven again. “Did you feel that? I guess we've entered hyperspace, but....” The prankster’s vocals trailed off as darkness suddenly consumed him from within. He fell to the floor as his systems began shutting down one at a time. The effects of the null field had hit him as it eventually would every other crew member of the Ultrax.
Corridor Outside Bounce Chamber
Drag Strip snickered at Wildrider’s assertion that the Autobot he had been fighting, whomever it was, looked far worse then he did. The terrorist was simply trying to save face in the awkward situation he now found himself in. Drag had clearly done a better job down at the refinery. His grey comrade just did not want to give him the credit he so richly deserved.
“Yeah, I’m sure the Autobots will recognize him as the one who kicked your aft plate, ‘Rider! Ha ha!” Drag Strip joked with a hearty laugh as they passed by Skywarp and Nightraven, who were both heading into the bounce chamber. It was then that Starscream’s change of orders came in over their comm lines. “Abandon ship? I didn’t know Screamer had ordered that. Must’ve been before we bounced back up here. Well, I’m not surprised that it was cancelled. Motormaster would never go along with abandoning this ship. Not ever! I guess he told Screamer a thing or two, huh?” The yellow Stunticon then patted Wildrider on the shoulder. “Well, I guess repairs will have to wait until we’ve landed. Lucky for me I’m not in too bad a shape unlike yourself. I could hold your hand if you want me.....”
Drag Strip’s optics then went dark as his body slumped down to the floor in a yellow heap. The effects of the null field had reached him. He would eventually reboot like everyone else on board. However, that would not occur before the Ultrax emerged from the other end of the rift and likely not before the frigate plummeted into depths of the Pacific Ocean.