- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
The promise of power to destroy Motormaster alone was enough to entice Drag Strip to follow Rodimus. Clearly there was much more to him then met the optic, but just how much more was something even the former racer could not have anticipated. When the Battlechargers and Octane arrived to attack the supposed Autobot invader, Drag’s ascension was put on hold, but the subsequent show of brute force from the flame-covered mech was well worth the wait. Runabout’s hand was torn from his arm while his brother was knocked right into stasis with a single backhand. The remaining Battlecharger was then beaten senseless, his optic shattered, and viciously kicked in the cranium and propelled across the floor where he collided with his downed twin.
Finally, it was Octane’s turn as the triplechanger tried to burn Rodimus with his flamethrowers only to have the fire deflected right back at him. This display of power was more like magic than the physical punishment that the two Battlechargers had just received. The fiery mech seemed to control the flames with sheer willpower, leaving Drag Strip in utter awe of his soon-to-be master. Watching the greedy fueler become consumed within his own inferno brought great joy to the former racer as the triplechanger was well known for being a bully that hoarded energon and made others beg for a mere drop. Now, Octane had gotten what he so richly deserved and soon the rest of them would receive the same treatment.
Once the three Decepticons were dealt with, Drag Strip’s optics returned to those of Rodimus as the Prime took his hand and whispered to him. The words entered his audio receptors and infiltrated his processor, making Drag feel at ease with what was about to happen. “I am yours,” the yellow Stunticon whispered back as the flame-covered mech placed one hand over his chest plate. The former racer relaxed and allowed the process to happen. He felt the pain of Rodimus’ hand as it entered into his chest cavity and finally found its way into his very spark chamber. For a brief moment, Drag was reminded of what Hex had once done to him, but before fear could return there was darkness and the pain was gone.
A short time later, Drag Strip’s optics on-lined again and he found himself lying at the feet of Rodimus Prime, his new master. The former Stunticon picked himself up off the floor, feeling the additional power coursing through his circuitry. He was stronger and especially much faster than ever before. There was no race he could not win now. Even Blurr would loose to his speed and agility while Smokescreen would be the one to eat his own smoke from here on out. Drag was truly the greatest racer of them all, and he owed everything to the mech standing over him.
“My Master,” Drag Strip uttered as he stood and bowed his head before the might of Rodimus Prime. “I see so much more clearly now. The Cybertronians are a disease and we are the cure. Thank you for showing me the way past their meager existence. Thank you for freeing my very spark from the prison of my prior life.” The yellow herald looked back up into the optics of his fiery master and offered a toothy grin. “I cannot wait to make them all suffer for their insolence. Let us begin, Master, let us begin!”