Transformers Prime: Project Predacon

The Feeling is Mutual

It was a few months before I actually went on my own mission. Many of my days were spent frolicking around, destroying what was left of the city. Shockwave noticed that I was building up a lot of energy from doing nothing. The only adrenaline I got from anything was from killing my own prey, or "play fighting" with Predaking, as Shockwave called it. I hated him, but he didn't feel the same, he was all over me, sticking his nose everywhere, and it pissed me off. This time, he shoved his nose right underneath my tail, and I wasn't going to hold back this time. I swung my tail as hard as I could, hitting him smack in the face. He backed up, realizing his mistake, but it was too late. Anger boiled up through my system. I turned quickly, pouncing on him, my teeth instantly going for his neck. He backed up just fast enough to keep from being bitten, but that wasn't going to stop me. I swung my claws at him, feeling the sharp talons rake across his armour, spilling his dark blue energon on the ground. He howled, and limped backwards, tail between his legs. I wasn't done with him, he was gonna pay for all the times he stuck his nose in the wrong places. I pounced at him again, but he dodged to the left, and jumped on my back. I rolled over quickly, squishing his body into the ground before coming out on top of him. He gave a strangled cry of defeat, but I had my jaws at his neck, contemplating on whether or not to take his life. He was useless, weak. The Decepticons needed strong warriors. He squirmed beneath me, his hind legs pulling up beneath my belly, and he kicked me, as hard as he could, managing to throw me off of him. I landed, perfectly balanced on my feet, and skidded, and still, he wasn't ready. I took a large breath, feeling the heat of the flames inside of me rise up my neck, his optics widened. I stretched my neck out towards him, and he scrambled backwards, as if it would help him. I opened my jaws, and released the emerald green inferno. The air around the flames shimmered for more than a few feet away. Predaking grew smarter, and he jumped straight up in the air, and took flight, trying desperately to get away from me. I continued to breath my column of flame, when suddenly,

"Starstrukk."

I immediately cut off the flames, and turned to my creator. Predakings strangled cries fading off to the distance as he flew to the medic.

"Why did you hurt him?" He asked me.

I snarled, "Predaking continues to stick his nose in the wrong places. I've given up with warning him. He's the one who put this burden upon himself. I'm choosing to teach him a lesson and hope that he gets the hint."

Shockwave abruptly changed the subject.

"You don't do much, unless someone needs you?"

I stuck my face right in his, turning my head to the side to look at him with one optic.

"Why do you ask?"

His emotion changed from anger, to eagerness.

"Lord Megatron has held a certain Autobot hostage before you and Predaking came around. He needs that Autobot again. I need you to bring him back alive."

I was confused. Lord Megatron wanted an Autobot alive?

"Why alive?" I asked.

"The Autobot has information that we won't be able to receive if he was deceased. I have a sample of his energon, if you would like to begin now."

Excitement shot through my mind and body.

"I'm ready for anything the Decepticons have to give to me."

Shockwave pulled a small glass canister and held it up. I breathed in the heavy scent of the Autobot, and immediately imprinted the unique bio signature of the energon. I felt a feeling, similar to my homing sensor go off, showing me where the Autobot was located.