After many many solar cycles of work and many failures, Shockwave had finally had his first success. PredaKing. It was only recently when he had come to the realization that he was truly sentient, being able to transform now, though mainly preferred his Beast Mode.

After PredaKing had pronounced his ever longing devotion to the Decepticon cause to Megatron himself, he was still often sent on patrolling missions, seeking out different Energon mines and/or Autobots. That of which he was ordered to kill on sight if he could. Though normally, he'd take this as an opportunity to get away from all the noise - more specifically Starscream - and get some well deserved rest, relaxation, and "me time" to himself.

He was currently supposed to be patrolling the area for potential threats. But as usual, he was taking the time so sleep on a large mossy patch in the forest. He needed this, as he had begun to get lonely all by himself - being the last and only living Predacon at the moment.

Just as he was drifting off to sleep, he had thought he had heard twigs snapping and leaves crunching deeper within the forest out of his line of sight. He perked up, not sure if he had actually heard that or not. He could barely keep his optics open as sleep devoured his processor, threatening to slip back into unconsciousness again, but, he just needed to make sure what he had heard was real.