- Weapon: Oxidating Laser
Without energy and without much in the way of ambient lumination, Kolkular was now designed for the needs of predator and not prey. Rampage had transformed and was now stalking the corridors of Kolkular, looking both for the energy nests that Razorclaw had wanted as well as investigating that odd noise he'd heard. He hadn't seen even one little cyber-rat since encountering that one back on the way to the Hub itself. If they were here, they were hiding. And hiding well. Wherever they were, Rampage was getting no viable energy readings, save for the generator that Shockwave had reactivated earlier. Kolkular, as much as he hated to admit it, was a loss. At least for right now.
Rampage paused in mid-step as Razorclaw's latest transmission came through. Good. Apparently the cyclops had finished whatever he had come here to do and wasn't going to garrison them all there out of some sort of obsequious act of sentimentality over what this place once meant to the Decepticon empire. This was Shockwave he was talking about, though, so he would've been surprised if he had.
>>"I'm on my..."<<
Without warning, a junkish mechanoid lurched out of from the shadowed, anterior corridor that Rampage was just about to explore before getting called back, slamming him against the wall. Rampage's combat instincts turned on immediately, and his compact, mechanized feline form launched back at the thing, slamming it in to the ground and digging four sets of claws as well as a set of teeth in to various vital areas, tearing away. It took him a moment to identify the thing, but once he did, he could barely keep down the crude oil churning inside him--a cannibalizer. Or at least that was just one of the half-dozen different names Rampage had heard these things called.
For most of Cybertronian history, such constructs had been little more than an urban legend. But since the Great Shutdown, all sorts of nightmares had become reality, what was one more?
It was a misshapen collection of various robotic parts, meshed together. To hear someone like Bugly or Mindwipe tell it, they were sparks that had been extinguished and reanimated again, but Rampage chalked that up to the sort of wacko spiritual nonsense that 'Cons like that loved to spout. They were empties, and Rampage's view. Plain and simple. And when the Predacon tore through the thing's torso and it finally stopped twitching, that confirmed it in his mind.
Rampage pulled himself away from the cannibalizer and headed off back to Razorclaw's position. Given their proximity within the fortress, it didn't take all that long for him to arrive.
"Ready when you are," he said, looking over at the others and then at Razorclaw.