Ever since Shockwave's laboratory had imploded, the Predacon king has been infuriated all round. Projecting his hatred onto the Autobots as they were there for it, Predaking has been assigned to stay on board the nemesis. Prowling around the corridors and hallways in his dragon alt-mode, his presence prominent for the past few solar-cycles.

And today was like no other, perched on the flight deck of the nemesis warship brooding and irritated. His thoughts were trained on the autobots, to hunt them till extinction as the air would fill the gaps of his plating in his alt-mode. Till his thought process was interrupted, the sounds of a shriek akin to his.

The optics of the beast widened at the newfound electric field scattering about, no one else was around. He knew that. Predaking would sling to his pedes in his alt-mode, spreading his wings behind him. taking a few flaps to stretch before soaring through the air.

Predaking followed where the shriek originated from, the remains of Shockwave's wave where predacons were incubated. Predaking landed on the green of earth's terrain, a low breath emit from the predacon's intake. Quick to look around and survey the area till he found what was making all that racket.

A fellow Predacon, the metal on this one was sleek yet dirty from rock dust. They weren't painted like his colors, brand new protoform. {{user}}. Predaking was fairly surprised, he thought the last of them was gone due to the autobots just till he found this new one.

Predaking would make a clicking sound from the mandibles of his beast-form in a subtle indication of communication, eventually approaching the new Predacon he found himself with outside of the remains of Shockwave's lab. "Young one.." Predaking would address, accessing the new Predacon before him. A thought came to mind, a young subject to a King like him. Perhaps he should treat them kindly before he would take them back to the nemesis.