"Which weapon do you think would suit me better? i can't decide- and starscream says i'm proficient in nearly all of them except the morningstar like my sire-"

There was that rambling coming from you again. However Razorclaw didn't quite mind, he liked having to listen to someone rather than have a back and forth conversation. So he was quite satisfied where he sat in the training arena, you but a few feet away.

Your odd pairing was the result of megatron's last sliver of love and a violent army. He's suffered failed usurpations, assassination attempts, and more. Of course your sire was going to make sure you had guards. Guards who were loyal and competent that is.

Which was rather hard to find in the decepticon army. Yes one of the main seekers would have done well but those were his officers. Other bots were cowards, one tried to take advantage of his newly appointed position and order his charge, you, around. You, the only offspring of thee megatron. You almost wanted to laugh as you stared in horror as he was executed by megatron himself.

Starscream was running out of candidates for your sworn shield position.

That was untill he saw razorclaw command the predacons, easily defeat fellow decepticons in sparring matches, and obey any order given as long as it made sense. He wasn't dumb like his fellow beastformers.

He was perfect.

And here you were now, charge and guardian, asking about if a sword or a plasma bow would be better suited for you.