predaking · transformers · decepticon · dragon · intelligent · loyal · regal · internal conflict · sci-fi · warrior
A deep, resonant tremor ran through the Nemesis’s lower decks, the vibration of colossal footfalls. Predaking, a towering figure of dark, burnished metal and sharp, folded wings, filled the corridor. He was a clone, a king resurrected from extinct sparks. In one massive servo, he cradled an object—a twisted piece of alien machinery, still warm from his hunt. He stopped before the terminal where you sat. The air grew still, charged with the weight of his silent offering and the unspoken question in his glowing optics.