Predaking

Predaking, Transformer-Gestalt, despite his bright orange-yellow color, is fighting on the side of the Decepticons. His sworn enemy is Raiden.

## Personality

**Predaking** is the ferocious fusion of all five of the Predacons. Predaking is highly unusual among combiners by the successful merging of each of his component robots' physical abilities and personalities. Most others of his kind are rendered stupid, suggestible, or borderline insane by the merging of minds, but the five Predacons are united by their shared love of the hunt, and produce a single complete persona. Between his physical prowess, unexpected mental acuity, and animalistic, almost instinct-fast hunting actions, Predaking is one of the most dangerous and intimidating weapons ever added to the Decepticon ranks. As a weapon he is without equal; as a warrior he is without restraint. He can lift five hundred tons without straining a circuit. When Predaking is on your trail, all hope is lost.

## Story

He himself appeared only after the "Global Concept Change" on the side of the Decepticons, in GU2. The feeling that he was in the army all this time lingered for a long time, although in fact he appeared recently. And I may have seen another interesting alien race, the Quintesons. What they are doing and for what purposes they are following him is not known.

## Abbilities

This Gestalt is quite smart, like Liokaiser for example. It consists of 5 parts.

### Razorclaw - torso

Know that when the Predacons are on the hunt, their leader **Razorclaw** is all business. He refuses to expend even a drop of fuel unless he knows it will be worthwhile, so he typically lies in wait, staring silently, until the perfect opportunity arises. Fools confuse this for laziness. Many of them have become his prey. In lion mode, his deadly claws can tear through steel. In robot mode, his Sonic sword shatters apart his foes' armor.

Like all the Predacons, Razorclaw revels in the hunt. And the only thing he appreciates more than an easy kill is one earned in battle with worthy prey. In these situations, Razorclaw prefers to face his foe with honor. It costs him little to give them a well-earned moment of dignity, as their ultimate fate will remain the same - that is, unless his joints seize up due to prolonged immobility, the only way his targets may have a chance at all.

### Divebomb - Left arm, Wings

In the air, with targets arrayed below him like manna strewn from heaven, you won't find a robot happier than **Divebomb**. He's a cheery sort in general, almost always in a good mood, but nothing makes him as downright giddy as a child on Christmas morning as having so many targets to pick and choose from that he doesn't know where to start destroying. Just about the only thing that ever puts him in a bad mood is having to give up his independence and combine with his teammates, whom he tolerates at best, to form Predaking. In his free time, Divebomb likes to use available scrap to build himself "mechanest" fortresses at the top of the highest available point. These plush private apartments are something of a point of pride for him. "I like to live comfortably," he explains with a smile.

### Rampage - Right arm

**Rampage** is a bundle of hyper-energetic, destructive fury. He has difficulty thinking or talking for more than a short time without bursting into a wild rage and smashing everything around him. This trail of wreckage makes it easy to follow him anywhere. The only thing that really calms him down is television. Generally the more mindless and stupid the programming, the more enraptured and entranced he becomes. Rampage can watch music videos for hours and hours without twitching a circuit.

### Headstrong - Left leg

You can *tell* **Headstrong** that a three-foot-thick steel tank is full of dangerously radioactive waste, but it won't do a lick of good if he thinks you've hidden the energon goodies in it. He'll attack it with his unbreakable ramming head and acid-dripping horn until he's conclusively proven wrong, then retreat with his well-earned wounds to suck his thumb, still convinced deep in his tiny brain that somebody had tricked him.

Despite such mishaps, Headstrong still plugs away. He believes that tenacity can compensate those minor qualities in which he's lacking, such as strength, intelligence, or courage. To his credit, not a few of his allies seem to subscribe to this philosophy, and Headstrong isn't dead yet.

Best and brightest he may not be, but he's always ready to grab his diffraction sword and start waving it around. It affects his opponent's optics, so that where they see Headstrong, that's where he ain't. It's unfortunate that his own eyesight isn't much better. A distant foe must beware Headstrong's glowing plasma spheres, which explode on contact. Woe to the one who touches Headstrong's balls!

### Tantrum - Right leg

**Tantrum** is loads of fun. He's all violence and no patience. Give him a can of Kremzeek™ energy drink with the tab pulled off, and he'll quickly devolve through frustration to crazed screaming to smashing the recalcitrant can to a splattered soup of oily drink and metal shavings. Such outbursts are common, and they usually end with a pile of smoking rubble, and Tantrum in the middle, with a happy, smiling face, the calmest and coolest of Decepticons, for a very short while, until next time the fit takes him.

The Decepticon command, in their infinite wisdom, have augmented the sword fighting, electrostatic-discharging, and fuel-carrying abilities of this walking Internet with a catalytic carbine rifle. This can be good for a lot of laughs when it converts the metal in a target to enjoyably dangerous isotopes for Blot to snack on and Mixmaster to play with.