- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Motormaster’s Office - Bridge
Razorclaw eyed the Seeker Commander carefully as he watched Starscream move over to the nearby portal and gaze out at the murky waters beyond. The silver and red mech seemed to be contemplating the Predacon lord’s proposal to join forces, but had given no answer as of yet. It was to be expected, of course, as Starscream would not simply agree too quickly to any alliance without first considering what was in it for him and his seeker brood. Still, Razorclaw could tell that the Air Commander was scheming even now as he appeared relaxed and complacent with the current situation.
Starscream’s demeanor changed quickly at the mention of Thunderwing’s impending arrival, warning that the carapace-laced mech had been out of the war for far too long and could not be trusted. “Heh, no more than I can trust you, Starscream,” Razorclaw countered. “However, you are still correct in that we must be cautious and determine where his loyalties currently lie. On Cybertron, those loyalties seemed to be with Shockwave as he prevented Commander Onslaught and myself from subduing the logic-driven mech at that point in time. Of course, things may have changed since then as Thunderwing now claims to want no further violence between us. In retrospect, I think the scientist’s actions on our homeworld were more driven by the feeling of being excluded from our plans than any allegiance he has to Shockwave. But, we shall soon determine if that’s the case or not.”
Tapping his clawed actuators on top of the desk, Razorclaw then considered Starscream’s request to allow one of his brethren permission to enter the Ultrax. “Of course. I should probably alert the Stunticons of Thunderwing’s presence, as well.” Opening his comm line, the Predacon lord sent a message to the Stunticon Commander:
>>”Motormaster, we have a pair of visitors on approach. Tell your squad to stand down and grant them entrance to the frigate.”<<
Razorclaw then cut his comm link and returned his attention to Starscream. “You may alert you brother that he can enter the ship without the threat of violence. Now, have you come up with an answer to my proposal yet, or are you still considering your options?”
Skywarp felt a slight sense of pride as Nightraven called him their only escape route while placing her hand back on his forearm. That pride devolved a bit into a feeling of embarrassment when Nighty reminded him that he was supposed to know every part of the frigate. She said those words in a non serious manner with a chuckle and smile on her faceplate. But the fact still remained that ‘Warp didn’t really know every area of the frigate as his had previously claimed.
“Okay, I know almost every part,” Skywarp admitted as his prior boasting had now come back to haunt him. “I know the parts that matter.” The teleporter sighed before turning towards a nearby terminal and pulling up the frigate’s schematics. “There it is, one level down.” The prankster then looked back at Nighty. “Now, I know every part. Heh. Let’s go.”
With her hand still on his forearm, Skywarp led Nightraven out of the repair bay and into the corridor beyond. He walked up to the closest turbo lift and pushed the button to open the doors. When nothing happened, ‘Warp pushed the button again with the same results as before. “Must be broken. What a dump,” the teleporter muttered as he cast a glance at the seeker femme by his side. “I guess we’re climbing down.”
Skywarp then made his way over to one of the jeffries tubes located at the end of the corridor. Opening the hatchway, ‘Warp motioned for Nightraven to enter and climb down the ladder to the next deck beneath them. “Ladies first.”
Outside the Ultrax
“Well, I’m pretty sure Motormaster already handed his aft to him,” Drag Strip responded to Breakdown, who was hoping that Wildrider would get what was coming to him some day. “I don’t think it’s had any lasting affect on him. Once a terrorist, always a terrorist. All you can do, Breaky, is show him that you’re not his personal wrecking toy. Then he’ll likely back off, at least for a while, anyway.”
With Wildrider stalking off with some of the paranoid mech’s sensors, it appeared as though Breakdown wasn’t going to have to face his nemesis just yet. It was only a matter of time, however, before the inevitable happened. “You’re one lucky slagger, you know that, Breaky?” Drag Strip asked rhetorically as his blue and white comrade picked up an armful of sensors once the terrorist was gone. “I guess I’ll grab the rest. Tell you what, we’ll head off towards the back of the frigate in the exact opposite direction that ‘Rider trudged off to. That way you can work on mustering up the courage to face him later. Sound like a decent plan?”
Scooping up the rest of the sensors, Drag Strip walked through the deep muck that surrounded their crashed vessel, heading for the stern section. Once he got there, the former racer began placing the sensors in a grid-like pattern and motioned for Breakdown to follow suit. It was then that Wildrider could be heard off in the distance shouting about something. Sound traveled better through water, but unfortunately the terrorist was still too far away for the yellow Stunticon to make out exactly what he was saying. It didn’t matter as there were more important things to worry about. “Just ignore him, Breakdown. He probably dropped a sensor on his foot. Heh.”
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