She smiled and lifted up her sign towards Thea with the current message on it.
Backbreaker smiles and saunters over, ignoring a burst of pain from his shoulder injury.
âSure heard a lot about you guys,â Backbreaker says to Bluntforce and Torchwing as he approached. âYou kicked tailgate back there.â
Thea looked down at the minicon happily, keeping her hands to the giant dinobit.
âOh! Hello again.â
She looked curiously at the sign.
âI donât follow. What canât we change?â
âAw please. That was nothinâ.â
Torchwing said confidently.
âYou should see what Ragnarok is really capable of. If we had the time, those tin cans wouldnât have stood a chance.â
Bluntforce closely looked over Backbreaker, studying him. He was short for a predacon. His eye only coming up to the gladiatorâs chest.
Backbreaker looks down at Bluntforce and raises an eyebrow.
âYou never seen an Autobot before?â he asks.
âNope. Canât say I ever have.â
The predacon said.
âThe design is antiquated to say the least, but you sure as hell seem built tougher than the bots of today.â
Bluntforce spoke with a noticeable fascination.
Backbreaker shrugs modestly.
âWell, if it ainât broke, and all thatâŚâ he replies. âThey havenât made 'em like me in a long time.â
âIâm curious. What era of the war were you forged? Never seen war era bots before. Fascinating how a conflict so long could produce so many different design philosophies.â
Bluntforce asked.
Torchwing was standing off to the side, his arms crossed.
âOh, Iâm pre-war,â Backbreaker explains. âBuilt for construction- heavy lifting, demolishing old buildings and maybe working with some explosives now and then. You had to be built tough for that job. Just so happened to give me a leg up in a fight, too.â
âPre-war? Well now, that certainly is a surprise.â
Bluntforce said with wide optics.
âI didnât realize there were any bots like you still around.â
âHey Autobot.â
Torchwing interjected. The taller predscon stepped forward. His eye level just above Backbreakerâs.
âI bet we could show you something youâve never seen before.â
There was a sort of boastfulness to his tone. Almost like he was challenging him.
Backbreaker turns his gaze to Torchwing, noting the implied challenge.
âI bet you can,â he responds. âIâve been locked in a glorified prison for the last few million years; Iâve missed a lot.â
She nodded writing down, âI doubt weâll see each other again after this, and thatâs a pity.â
There was a confident look to the predaconâs optics. Heâd probably have a smirkish grin if he had a mouth.
âNow thatâs what I like to hear. How about we reintroduce you to a giant friend of ours.â
Bluntforce stepped forward.
âAre you sure its such a good idea to waste the energy just to show off? Weâve already used him once today, and thereâs no telling what could happen by the time weâre headed home.â
âCounterpoint. When do we ever have the chance to show off?â
Torchwing said. Bluntforce just sighed and shook his head.
âVery well. Looks like its down to a vote again. Maximus, what do you think?â
The young pirate had a wide grin on his face.
âHell yeah! Iâd love to show him everything Ragnarok can do!â
He said eagerly.
âThat settles it!â
Torchwing said, pumping his fist into the air.
âWell you boys have fun. Iâm gonna get that signal broadcasted to Lockjaw knows where we are.â
Axis said, turning around and walking back into the ship.
The three predacons once again merged into their towering combined form.
âBehold! As strong as a volcano, relentless as an inferno, and agile as a thunderstorm. Gaze upon the apocalypse incarnate! I am, Ragnarok!â
The gestalt roared. He looked down at Backbreaker.
âSo, be honest. What do ya think?â
âIndeed, it is a shame.â
Thea said.
âThough I wouldnât say itâs impossible. Iâm sure we could see one another again some day.â
âI get tossed around a bit,â she wrote with a shake of her head, âI quite wish I could stay a bit, and I just learned your languageâŚor most of itâŚI think.â
Thea gave a cheerful smile with her eyes.
âIâd say you have it down quite nicely.â
Grimlockâs massive form began to stir. His wounds were nearly healed by now.
âZop!â âClassified!â Machbreaker swiftly answers.
The team, very clearly, still didnât trust Spirit. They back away from her, still not having a useful explanation. Of course they were teleported, that much was obvious. Why, however, was another matter.
Machbreaker briefly considers jumping to test the gravity here, but goes against it. Donât want to float away. But this was the closest to being in direct outer space he has been in everâŚWell, conscious anyways. Even in his cautiousness of danger, his excitement was getting hard to hide.
Tie-Grabber was considering their potential options for escape, should it be needed. But this rock was not Cybertron nor the prison, there was nowhere to go. No tunnels, no corners or nooks, nothing. Nothing to even tear down and obstruct. If they had to, they would be forced to fight. May Primus have mercy on their sparks.
âWhi whir.â âEh, Iâve experienced stranger.â Tie-Grabber says, âWhir.â âBut itâs somethinâ.â
âChun chun.â âSo this is it, weâre almost free.â Railgun briefly looks up at the stars. He looked lost, certainly out of his element.
âChun chung?â âDecided on any plans?â Railgun asks, looking at the three of them, though it seemed to be more directed at Nebula.
Spirit obviously didnât react too well to being shoved off. Well, itâs not like anyone would have noticed an annoyed expression. She couldnât make one. She instead sat down on the ground and waited, it did seem every person she enjoyed talking to didnât quite enjoy talking back.
âA little over-the-top, the whole spiel there,â Backbreaker critiques, âbut I dig it.â
Nebula sat down and pondered for a moment. She gazed up at the stars above. Eventually beeping out a somewhat melancholy response.
âIâm, not sure. I guess I could stay with the predacon, but I donât really know.â
âIâll admit, the introduction is a work in progress. But thatâs not the real point of the show.â
Ragnarok pounded his fists together in front of his chest. Starting from his center, radiant lines of burning red spread across his body. Backbreaker would aslo notice the temperature increasing quite a bit.
Then it quickly faded. This time starting from the feet up, his body quickly caught fire. Erupting into a powerful blaze.
A few moments later, and it too passed. Then starting at the fists and working its way out, lighting surged all across his body. Much in the way Maximus did, though this was a lot more intense. Then it too soon faded.
âPowers of lava, lighting, and fire. Granted by the enigma of combination. With these powers I can do stuff you wouldnât believe. And Iâve built up an impressive move set to, if you donât mind a demonstration.â
âThe Enigma of Combination?â Backbreaker repeats. âYou have a relic of the Thirteen?â
âOh yeah. We dug it up on a retrieval mission ages ago. Its also where we got our beast modes. Didnât know what it was at first. Then thereâs a big flash of light, and boom. I exist. Itâs been in Star Talon custody ever since.â
Ragnarok explained, speaking rather casually.