He grinned, as he walked around the Triceratron ship.

Ch’rell has returned…again. He had survived being crushed, having his head cut off, falling into a fire with no way back, being blown up, being exiled to a freezing cold planet, and somehow, even surviving the Technodromes laser beam, and even then, being stranded in the Turtle Prime world.

He had merged with a Triceratron, and now, he was the TriShreddatron.

“I live, Ch’rell lives! The Shredder lives!” The TriShreddatron said as he placed his Utrom Shredder like armor on.