- Motto: "Well That's Just Prime!"
[From TransWarp: Csirac]
Csirac approached the massive form of Silverbolt to assess the damage.
"Maximal?" murmured Silverbolt. Csirac jumped back in alarm.
"Sorry, I thought you were offline", he said, reapproaching.
"Are you Maximal?" Silverbolt asked again.
"Yes. I'm Csirac."
"Silverbolt." He tried to lift himself.
"It's a pleasure to meet you", said Csirac, attempting to offer Silverbolt support as he got up, but Silverbolt's leg was badly mauled. "The joint is shattered", said Csirac, surveying the damage. “I doubt there's the equipment here to fix it properly", he said, turning to look at the rabble of stolen Maximal equipment behind him, "all I can do is fuse it so you can stand. You'll limp worse than Kup though."
"Do it", said Silverbolt as he rolled over to let Csirac attend the joint. "Knew Kup, did you?" Silverbolt asked.
Csirac shook his head. "I've only heard stories."
"Yeah, we'll he had plenty of them", said Silverbolt, as he began to take in his surrounds. "What is all that stuff?" he asked, motioning to the stash of equipment.
"Maximal tech. Stolen from Earth most likely", said Csirac, his optics not moving from his work.
"They continue to surprise. Taking prisoners isn't usual Predacon practice. Where did they find you?" Silverbolt asked.
"They raided a lab. I woke up here. And you?" asked Csirac, continuing the operation.
"A raid? Led by a big red 'bot by any chance?" asked Silverbolt.
The rest of their conversation was cut short by the sound of the chamber's door unlocking. Two heavy-set goons entered, the same ones that had dumped Silverbolt in earlier. They said nothing as they stood either side of the doorway, which was soon filled with the terrifying figure of Razorclaw.
Csirac had only ever heard stories of the Predacon leader, but now standing before him, they seemed more like nightmares.
Silverbolt tried to stand but was still recovering from his violent capture. "Don't do it on my account", Razorclaw said to Silverbolt. "You've earnt a lie down.” Silverbolt's hatred towards Razorclaw was clear, but he said nothing.
"We are in the presence of our own future, Silverbolt", Razorclaw said, but now staring squarely at Csirac. "We're no longer the pinnacle of technology. Never could we have imagined that our fate would look quite like this", Razorclaw finished, clearly in reference to Csirac's Maximal Protomatter body.
"I take it you're not a fan?" asked Csirac, attempting to sound as in control as possible, but failing.
"On the contrary", came the reply. "I foresee a day when every Spark on Cybertron will be clad in Protomatter. Why else would I have tapped the rich supply of it on Earth?"
"Tapped?!" Silverbolt said with disdain in his voice. "You blew the planet up! Killed billions of humans in the process!"
"It was a brutal planet. Always had been and was until its end", Razorclaw said simply. "And the humans? Nothing more than savages. I watched them scramble over each other, trying to get aboard evacuation ships, hoping to escape - only to be shot down by our fighters waiting in orbit".
Csirac was shocked by the casual tone of Razorclaw's words.
"Our intelligence says that you were stationed there", Razorclaw continued to Csirac. "Given your talents, and appearance, it's easy to surmise that you had a hand in the creation of the Protomatter technology".
"Right so far", said Csirac, uneasy under the extreme focus. "What else does it say?"
"You're a... Pacifist." Sniggers came from the bulky Predacons at the door. Csirac was surprised they knew what it meant. "Excuse my mentioning it but we have a different name for ‘bots like you: Target Practice.” The sniggering at the door continued.
"Is that what I'm here for?" Csirac asked, gaining confidence as he became more incensed.
"No. I have a greater task for you.” Csirac now knew what prey felt like. Razorclaw's stare was hypnotizing.
"And what about me?" said Silverbolt. Csirac had almost forgotten he was in the room.
"You're here just so I can see the look of terror on your face.” Razorclaw gave no clarification as to what that meant as he turned to face his troops at the door. "Bring them", he said, then exited the chamber. Csirac went without a fuss. Silverbolt, however, was scuffed and paraded through the corridors of Predacon onlookers, all glaring at the captured enemy. Whatever and wherever this facility was, it was big.
"Tell me", said Razorclaw, whom Csirac found himself walking next to, "did you ever attempt to construct a Protomatter combiner?"
Answering would usually have been considered an act of treason, but given Csirac's current situation, he felt he had little choice but to answer. "No", Csirac said truthfully. "The priority was production once we'd perfected the technology.”
"Pity. It will make your task all the more difficult.” Csirac made to enquire about just what this task was, but Razorclaw continued. "I thought of entrusting it to one of our engineers, but to have it built by someone who knows the full capabilities of the technology, then all the better for us.”
"Have what built?" asked Silverbolt before Csirac had the chance to, who was still fending off evil looks as they continued through the seeming labyrinth of corridors.
"We are brothers, Silverbolt", he replied, cryptically. "Brothers in loss. You took away mine, I took away yours.”
Word of the defeat of the four other original Predacons had reached even those working in the TransWarp lab. It was met with great cheer. The death of the other Aerialbots however, that was news to Csirac - terrible news. He turned and looked at Silverbolt, who had a look of pain and anger on his face.
"I wish I was there to see them burn! A big Predacon roast!" spat Silverbolt, who earnt a solid punch to the torso for his efforts, but his head came back up with a smile on it. "We celebrated that night! Four Preds down, one to go!"
"And yet here I am, alive and well - and also the bearer of bad news", Razorclaw said as he turned to face the Autobot. They had arrived at a heavy set of doors, guarded by two enormous Predacons, so big they put the two Predacons scuffing Silverbolt to shame. Whatever was behind this door was incredibly important.
"Perhaps instead of celebrating you should have been more thorough in your work", said Razorclaw, coldly.
"What do you mean?" asked Silverbolt, who'd momentarily stopped wrestling in the grip of his handlers.
Razorclaw smiled. Csirac really wished he hadn't. "Open it", he commanded to the enormous guards.
The doors swung back to reveal a vast chasm of what seemed endless blackness. But as they entered and Csirac's optics attuned to the light, there began to emerge a blue hue to the light. They approached two vast cylinders from which the blue light was emanating. Their contents couldn't yet be made out clearly.
"While Rampage and Tantrum are lost to me..." said Razorclaw, as Csirac approached the cylinders, whose contents were now clear to everyone.
"No... NOOOO!!!" screamed Silverbolt.
"The Sparks of Divebomb and Headstrong pulse on!" boomed Razorclaw.
There, suspended in the blue liquid, we're the damaged forms of Razorclaw's two, surviving, Predacon brothers, hooked up to all manner of tubing and life support equipment.
"You want a new body", said Csirac, stunned by the sight.
"I want a new PREDAKING!" roared Razorclaw.
[From TransWarp: Ravage]
“Have you read Ravage’s report?” asked Rodimus, throwing the tablet containing the report over the desk.
“He’s good, very detailed”, replied Bumblebee.
“Oh yeah, infighting amongst the Generals - who would have thought?" Rodimus asked sarcastically.
“If Magmatron's promotion to General has caused that kind of friction in the leadership, then it lends itself to implosion", said Magnus. "If Razorclaw could be removed-"
“Because that’s been so easy to do before now”, said Rodimus, cutting him off.
“We didn’t have a man on the inside before now”, said Magnus.
“Ravage?” questioned Rodimus.
“If he can get close enough”, said Magnus. Rodimus shook his head. "With four Generals to pick from, the faction could splinter", Magnus pressed on. "The only uniting factor is Razorclaw.”
"He certainly rules with an iron fist", Bumblebee chimed in. “I mean, Laserbeak wasn’t just some ‘bot off the street, he was an experienced warrior, and he killed him, just like that!"
Rodimus still wasn't convinced. "And what kind of Energon-filled carrot are we offering to get him to agree to all of this?"
“Amnesty”, said a commanding voice in the doorway. There, back on his own two feet for the first time in far too long, stood…
“Optimus!" Bumblebee said, rushing to shake his hand, delighted to see his leader back in the land of the living.
“You can’t be serious, Prime", said Rodimus, who was also glad to see him, but couldn't help being against of the idea.
Optimus took a seat at the table. “If Ravage can stop Razorclaw, then we owe him his freedom.”
“You’re putting all your hopes in a Decepticon?” queried Rodimus.
“In the Spark of an enemy, there will be salvation, and in the darkest hour, there will be a light”, said Prime, quoting the Covenant, for which Rodimus had never held much stead.
"Ok, it's an option", Rodimus conceded.
Prime shook his head. "It's our only option. We're taking the fight to them."
"Prime?" questioned Bumblebee.
Prime studied his commanders. "Too many friends have been lost to us. We're ending this war."
A smile crept across Rodimus' face for the first time. Prime's tone was resolute. "Alright. Let's do it", agreed Rodimus.
[From TransWarp: Csirac]
"I'm not too thrilled about it but what choice do I have?" asked Csirac.
"You can tell them to cram I up their exhaust port!" said Silverbolt, limping as he paced the room.
"I value my Spark a little higher than that", retorted Csirac, taking a seat at the large table in the room. “Given the option of building him a new body or a TransWarp cell, I’d pick the body every time.”
Silverbolt looked at him and asked "But what do you think they'll do with you after you build it? You’re dead no matter which way you look at it." Csirac began to sketch out details on the data-slate. "Fine. Do their dirty work for them, as long as you realise your clock is ticking."
"Then I'll take as long as I can to do it", snapped Csirac. "Buy us time to figure a way out of here."
Silverbolt laughed bitterly. "Us? Unarmed and injured, against the entire Predacon army. You saw what's on the other side of that door!"
"Then we wait for rescue", said Csirac, unwilling to concede.
"They're not looking for us", said Silverbolt dismissively. "They don't even know this place exists." Silverbolt took a seat opposite Csirac at the table. The silence between them stretched.
"You want to hold out for something?" Silverbolt finally asked. "Hope that the Autobots win soon and that you're somehow still alive at the end. Whatever plans you might have had, forget them. Our part in the war is over." Silverbolt folded his arms on the table and rest his head upon them.
"I'd have never believed it", said Csirac. "An Autobot Commander giving the order to give up."
Silverbolt laughed without surfacing. "That's ironic, coming from the pacifist - someone who never had the courage to pick up a blaster in the first place."
"True, I've never fought, but I worked to bring an end to the war through peaceful means. Discouraging the Predacons from continuing to fight."
"They won't be coerced into peace!" said Silverbolt, finally lifting his head. "Razorclaw will fight til the end." Csirac again fell into silence, but Silverbolt was angry now. "And what then? Huh? The day will come when the Autobots are desperate enough and actually use the weapon you've created."
"It's not a weapon!" Csirac stated firmly.
"Temporal erasion", said Silverbolt. "If that's not a weapon I don't know what is."
The door unlocked and two big Preds carried three Protomatter pods in and deposited them. Silverbolt gave Csirac a scowl.
"Come with us", said one of the Predacons.
Csirac stepped forward. "What do you want now?"
The Pred shook his head. "Not you mini-bot."
Csirac turned to see a stern look on Silverbolt's face.
"Good, get me out of here", said Silverbolt. "The company can't get any worse."
From behind one of the big Predacons stepped Taranachus.
"Don't be so sure..." he said, with a cackle.