- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Razorclaw waited. That’s what he did best in anticipation of the perfect time to strike. He had done so before when biding his time to make a play for leadership of the Decepticons. All of his patience had finally paid off when he bested Starscream in a one-on-one battle that left the Seeker Commander in a barely functioning heap on the floor of the bridge. Skywarp had then stepped in and taken him to the repair bay where Starscream had remained in a CR chamber ever since. It had already seemed like an eternity, but then again the wounds inflicted on the Air Commander had been vicious so it was not surprising that it would take a good amount of time for the repair cycle to complete.
Unfortunately, time is not on our side, the Predacon lord thought to himself as Rampage made mention that they had two of the three capital ships in the sector under their control while the third was the Thanatos, itself, which they knew like the backs of their own hand modules. The Predacons seemed to have everything going for them and as Rampage continued to say, this would be the time when Megatron would finish off his opponent in the gladiatorial arena back in the days of old.
“Soon, Rampage, soon,” Razorclaw said assuredly to his subordinate as Tantrum then left the bridge for the repair bay to hasten things along. In the meantime, the Predacon lord continued to wait, accessing the frigate’s various internal and external monitors in order to see for himself what the many ‘Cons on board were currently doing. Most were trying to get things into working order again, not that the ship was ever in the best shape to begin with, but it had at least seen better cycles than it’s current state.
Turning his attention to the outside monitors, Razorclaw could see the progress that the Stunticons were making on placing the various sensors around the Ultrax. Some were working diligently while others took their sweet time. It was as Motormaster had said, don’t expect a miracle from his boys. Truer words had never been said, especially in regards to that sorry lot. Still, the Stunticons had their usefulness and their support would be pivotal in the coming conflict against Shockwave.
That conflict was unfortunately unavoidable at this point. Shockwave would not simply relinquish his claim to the throne. No, he would have to be usurped from power, and the only way to do that was to unite the Decepticons here on Earth. The specialty teams were already bound together, which had been the first major hurdle crossed. Now, the seekers needed to be brought in, as well, and the key to making that happen was Starscream, the very mech Razorclaw had just beaten almost to death. If the Predacon lord could convince the Seeker Commander to stand with him, if only temporarily, then they could bring Shockwave’s rule to a swift end before moving on to other more important matters.
Of course, with the cycloptic mech out of the way, those matters would likely find Razorclaw and Starscream at odds once again. One obstacle at a time, the Predacon lord thought as he rubbed his chin plate with his right hand. His thoughts then drifted to Lord Thunderwing and where his loyalties would ultimately lay. The carapace-laced scientist was the one wild card in all of this that could shift the balance of power in an instant. He needed to be convinced that Razorclaw was the right choice to lead with the capability of bringing the Decepticons together and ultimately defeating the Autobots once and for all.
Razorclaw was roused from his thoughts at the sound of Rampage’s vocalizer again, this time making mention that “Prince Charming”, as he put it, was finally awake. The lion-former punched up the security feed on the primary view screen ahead, showing Starscream walking out of the repair bay with a pair of Predacon escorts. It was readily apparent that the Seeker Commander was not yet fully repaired and would be unable to challenge Razorclaw to a rematch. This was good news as the Predacon lord sought no further violence between them unless it was absolutely necessary.
“Yes, I see,” Razorclaw remarked with a smirk. “And he appears to still be just as arrogant as ever. Some things never change I suppose.”
The door of the bridge then slid open, but instead of Starscream entering the room, the green Insecticon known as Waspinator stepped across the threshold and offered his services as a flier, talking in a strange buzz-like speech pattern that Razorclaw could barely understand. It didn’t take more than a few astroseconds for the bug to get on the Predacon lord’s nerve receptors. “Waspinator....” Razorclaw growled as he slowly cast a stern glare in the lone Insecticon’s direction. “....I have no idea who you’ve been talking to, but all that I require from you right now is to buzz off! Is that clearly understood?”