- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Drag Strip smiled slightly as he watched Motormaster smash both Breakdown and Dead End together like human rag dolls for not standing up to Wildrider. For the briefest of moments, the yellow Stunticon thought he would be spared the ire of his commander, but that was not the case, of course. Drag’s smirk disappeared quickly once Motormaster began accusing him of being a whiner that was afraid of losing to the terrorist. The former racer did not agree with this assessment, but he was in no position to argue with his belligerent leader.
Things then became violent for Drag Strip, as well, with Motormaster turning towards him and kicking the front hover cart directly at him. Drag let go of the rear cart he was pulling and attempted to brace himself against the forward one. Unfortunately, it wasn’t enough to dull the blow any as the cart slammed into him and pinned his back up against the wall. The yellow mech was then forced to listen to the latest threat from Motormaster that none of them would ever escape him. They were his forever or until they off-lined, whichever came first.
We’ll see about that, Drag Strip thought, knowing better than to ever utter words such as that aloud. The idea of leaving the Stunticons had crossed the former racer’s processor more than once as he had long since forgotten the reason he originally agreed to join this motley crew. Was it fame or fortune, who knew at this point? All Drag could say was that he now felt trapped with comrades that he considered to be lesser mechs than himself and a violent commander that would never let him leave in one piece. It was truly a no way out scenario. Some day....maybe.
Once Motormaster had ordered them all to get back to work and moved down the corridor towards the hangar, Drag Strip pushed the cart out and away from his aching frame. At least he could take comfort in knowing that Wildrider would get what’s coming to him and probably a lot worse than the rest of them had received. This thankfully had been one of the lesser punishments from the Stunticon Commander considering that none of them ended up in stasis. It was a very small victory, but the former champion would take it.
Moving the two hover carts into the storage room, Drag Strip regarded both Breakdown and Dead End with an unsympathetic look before continuing onward towards the back of the chamber. There he began unloading the energon cubes, piling them up neatly near the other stacks that were still protected by a force shield. At one point, Drag turned to look back at his two comrades who were still loitering about nearby. “I warned you guys that Wildrider would get us in trouble, and I was right. Maybe next time you’ll listen to me.”
Divebomb said nothing, allowing Nightraven to have her little temper tantrum like a newly created protoform. He considered responding to her questions, but what good would it do? No answer he gave would calm her and would likely only make things worse. However, the femme did actually make a good point regarding the seekers. It was quite possible that not all of them would simply fall in line under Razorclaw’s rule even if Starscream ultimately agreed to support him. It was something to keep in mind, but the eagle-former was certain that the Predacon lord had already considered this possibility and would take the appropriate action if necessary.
Divebomb’s faceplate remained expressionless as Nightraven’s anger-filled tirade eventually subsided before she turned her attention to Skywarp and then to the CR chamber that contained Starscream. Her physical contact with the teleporter, as brief as it was, was quite telling. There were certain feelings between these two, feelings that could possibly be exploited down the line. The Predacon flier would have to be sure to alert Razorclaw of the potential regarding these two seekers. For now, however, he would simply wait until the Air Commander’s repair cycle was completed.
Skywarp’s anger had not gone away any more than Nightraven’s. He understood her position completely, but he expressed it more internally than outwardly as she had just done. His attention was quickly drawn away from Divebomb as Nighty ran her hand down his arm and touched his own before moving on to Starscream’s chamber. He watched as she let out a defeated sigh, a feeling that he couldn’t help but share. However, instead of letting that feeling get to him, the prankster simply glared back over at Divebomb, a disgusted looked clearly etched across his faceplate.
“Your lord thinks he’s going to unite the Decepticons, but he’s mistaken. He’s only going to divide us further,” the teleporter warned before turning away from the eagle-former and moving alongside Nightraven. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. It was a dark time for the seekers and they needed to support each other more now than ever before. “Don’t worry, Nighty, we’ll all be fine. When Starscream finally awakens he’ll know what to do. We just need to trust in him to make the right decision.”