- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
The Hexagon: Starship launching silo A-2
Razorclaw stood in the control room of the launching silo with the other Predacons and watched through the glass window as the large battlecruiser touched down on the silo floor. It had taken the Predacons a bit longer than expected to open the silo and activate the homing beacon. Razorclaw was sure that he’d hear it from Shockwave about the time it took, but the Predacon Commander didn’t care. You can’t rush a delicate job such as this or you risk possible damage to the hatch. Not to mention the possibility of having to deal with any infestations that may have crawled into the silo, itself. Luckily, no critters of any kind were found, but it still took time to scan the area to ensure everything was clear.
Once the ship was secure, Razorclaw received Shockwave’s new orders over his comm. He then opened a channel back to the cycloptic mech:
>>Understood, Shockwave. We’ll get right on it. Razorclaw out.<<
The Predacon leader then turned to his elite tactical squad of Decepticons. “Well, you all heard him. We've got equipment to move. So, let’s get to it, and I don’t want to hear any complaints,” Razorclaw warned, knowing that his team would not like being used for manual labor. They were fighters and belonged on the battlefield. But, Razorclaw also understood the need for menial tasks such as this and thus tolerated it for the time being. Battle would come soon enough, but for now, they had to prepare.
Razorclaw looked his team over and began handing out assignments. “Tantrum, I want you to transport any remaining fuel cells over from the Thanatos. Headstrong and Rampage, you two start moving whatever heavy equipment and artillery into the tower’s armory. Divebomb, you and I will handle the more delicate scientific gear that ol’ one eye will surely want undamaged. Now, let’s move it, Predacons! We don’t have all solar cycle!”
Razorclaw then exited the control room as Divebomb followed close behind him. The flying Predacon didn’t particularly enjoy this part of his job. Moving stuff from place to place was a task meant for mere underlings and the Predacons were hardly that. He’d rather be off somewhere building a nest than spending so much time with his teammates. But, orders were orders and Divebomb didn’t have the gears to disobey Razorclaw.
Entering into the silo, Razorclaw approached the Thanatos and transmitted an access code. The battlecruiser’s doors slid open as a ramp extended down to the silo floor. Before entering the ship, Razorclaw turned to Divebomb. “Now, I know you don’t really like being around us or me for that matter, Divebomb. But, I need you to stay focused and not go running off somewhere to build one of your stupid nests. We have more important things to accomplish here. There’s no time to waste. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir. I understand,” Divebomb replied, grudgingly. They’re not stupid nests!
“Good,” Razorclaw said as he began walking up the ship’s entrance ramp. “Just remember, Divebomb, I’ve already thrown one mech off this squad for disobeying me. I have no qualms about doing it again.” The Predacon Commander was obviously referring to Howlstrike and Divebomb knew it. That was a history that neither one of them wanted to see repeated. Divebomb simply nodded and followed Razorclaw into the ship.