“So, if a Predacon wanted to start recurring some more mechs, like modern mechs into the crew... how might you suggest this Captain go about it?” Ice Queen humms aloud to herself as she walks. Not really talking to anyone as her tail sways in time with her steps, wings tucked onto her back like a dramatic, if ruffled cap. She’s in bot mode and tapping her chin, no battle mask in place right now, as the Predacon strides turn her around the seemingly empty place to go a new direction.

“Could I get some medics I wonder...?“

Danger loaf (open rp)

There is a Predacon loafed in the middle of the road on Earth. Thankfully its an out of the way road, in the back country so to say. It is still a gaint Predacon that was there blocking the lanes in front of a (possibly now) abandoned gass station, party facing the building.

She was content not to move while watching several of her hatchlings running around in sight under the over hang. Just two of them with her, the biggest the size of a horse, bronze and tan, as well as dragonic like too. The other one was almost as big, and a feline type, in softer cololrs of browns with black stripes forming on her back.

Anyone who was brave, or stupid enough to approach would have to be careful. It was bad enough the Predacon Queen was just blatantly in the open, but she had hatchlings bouncing around in the open so would be hyper aware if possible threats. Be it from humams or mecha, and the beast former world be more likely to respond to threats by way of fangs or fire to that threat.

Anyone approaching might neeed to be careful, but it was possible to do so. The hatchlings were playing with anything loose, and their creator was in a good mood watching, even when her tail was attacked.

This was not how this day was supposed to go, no not at all thank you. The day had deceptively started out rather good, he was getting an extended week break that he had qualified for. Jack had worked his butt off for thise grades, and got his oblivious supervisor to agree to taking him off the schedule (granted Jack was the one doing scheduling now but still).

He even timed it and worked with the children's hospital to get his mom a surprise extra few days off for this week, several months ago! That had been more of a challenge then paying attention to the Cybertronian schedule with the mechs, and sorting out how to politely as if it was even okay to ask Optimus a favor. Let alone ask the Autobot leader if it was okay for Jack and his mom to scoot along behind Bumblebee to the area he was scouting for their trip. Just out there not back, Jack had hurriedly asured because he knew how much energon it took now, and he wanted to take his mom for a small camping trip and long drive hime like they used to. He had even offered to try and do anything more to help the Autobots and Optimus.

Optimus had not wanted anything more then to keep the modified phone on in case of emergency. That did not mean Jack was not going ro find something even iff just offering a truck wash or five. Optimus was so amazing like that, and Jack had been distracted by thiughts of how he could be better of a person like the Prime as he headed to the old outdoors store and bike... Jack was walking to get a another patch kit for his trail bike and his mother's just in case- he had not even noticed the two stalking grey and purple shided cars that suddenly changed derection behind him. He had glanced up from his to-do list to notice the almost predator like look of the cars and then did a double take.

Jack had stopped in his tracks, startled. The closer of the two cars rolled over to the curb line and stopped with the passenger door perfectly lined up so Jack just had to reach out a little to open. The other sighlently idling car had pulled over behind, but with enough space to cut the wheel and get up on the side of the road and around the first. In that moment as Jack stared at the tinted window beside him, he went from distracted and planning to suddenly hyper aware of his now dangerous position. If it had been any other time then in middle of a super-bright, nealy summer desert daylight he would not been able to just see through the tint. He could just make out that there was no driver, no passenger.

Then the door opened quitely, Jack now able to see more of the just slightly off inter. Smell the false leather mimic attempt using flex-metal. The voice that spoke was nit one Jack knew personally, yet the Cybertronian accent clear, "just get in, you'll be safe for now if you behave sparkling."

Jack leaned away, the metallic edged voice snapping him out of it. He took a half stepp away. "I.... I would rather not."

"I can imagine." The hidden Decepticon trooper said, the voice seemingly male and...eerily calm and almost having a reasuring edge. "But you do not have a guardian now. There are two of us, and no where to run that we cannot follow."

"If you come," the second voice made Jack jump and look back, surprised that it was female sounding, though deeper than Arcee, "We will keep you safe for as long as possible. From the others."

"That isn't very asuring." Jack took a step back this tine as the door beside him opened all the way, watching as it gave a small wiggle luke Bumblebee always did when encountering the kids to get in him.

"It is the best we can offer," the first trooper's soft voice said. "We may not find what we were sent for, but coming back with you can keep us alive from Megatron's new....."

"....unstable ruthlessness." The other trooper finished, she sounded....tired.

Jack looked around, there was no one around, and he knew it would take time for calling the Autobots and for anyone to come. He looked back, hesitated and touched the edge of the open door, Jack could pick up the tightly bound up, almosr repressed feeling of a mecha's energy field. It was like the trooper was hiding or forced to hide his field compared to what he was used to from the Autobots. "I'm sorry I can't, I just can't."

Not without trying.

There was an almost human like sigh of a vent from the other trooper. They understood, and at first did not move as Jack started to back up and away in ernest. The old shops had no windows this side of the building and the next was too far off and out of direct sight. The park was the best shot, and then Jack ran. Pulling out his phone but only holding it as he concentrated on running, hearing that now telltale sound of transformations. Jack needed to call for help, but he needed space and breath for both tasks....

No he did not.

The young man ran to the thickest of the trees, they were bigger in the main park and turned to stubbier Joshua tress behind, but there was also more bolders and massive rocks that was almosst as hard for him as mecha to navigate into the canyons that surrounded the Jasper area. But in a few moments of slowing down, Jack hit the keys that triggered an emergency call to the Autobots, and as he started running properly again, he made sure to keep a finger joint on the side "finger print reader' knowing it wasnt one but Ratchet's not so sneaky way of checking vitals on the kids. Surely the sounds of running and that would alert to something wroplng even if Jack could not talk. Right?

He thought he could faintly hear the sound of Ratchet's voice, but the sounds and vibrations from a loping Cybertronian gate took up most of Jack's attention as he made the final break from park to canyon opening. The second sounds of a Cybertronian had Jack risking a glance to his left, spotting the trooper that went around the park rather than after. The Decepticon seemed slightly off, with undtones of red and a different weapon on the backs of the forearms rather then something integrated, and an orange visor rather then red.

Where these two modifying out of being just troopers? .....or being turned into the lower ranked troopers?

Jack had to focus on slowing enough not to trip over the first large litter of rocks and smaller bolders, gasping out, "Help-" as he lifted his hand with the phone and then ran as fas as he dared to the first of the massive bolders that fell from the canyon walls. It was oblong and at an angle, leaning on the sheer wall and leaving a gap just big enough for the teen but seemingly not quite big enough for most Cybertronian limbs.

The thudding was closer, and that somewhat tired, deeper female voice (though it seemed a bit perked up at a chase), "that won't help you sparkling."

Jack gasped and threw himself forward woth the last of his reserves, feeling the backs of two talons bushing down his back. A grab that barely missed and partly shoved the human. The mech was stopping himself- herself from crashing into the bolder-slab. Jack felt the air knock out of him as his face hit the ground, the phone skidding. His body ached and legs felt on fire, but the feeling-memory of larger talons on his back had the teen scrambling. Trying to get deeper and out of reach, it got darker as the mecha behind knelt and peered in, washing the space in orage light. Watched Jack struggle to breath before trying to reach in, talon tips just brushing his shoes before Jack jerked away and back. He could not see well, the sudden change from bright to dim, he heard more then saw the femme's hand digging into the ground, dragging back to pull some of the sand and gravel away.

"Scrap!" Jack scrambled to go deeper, trying to ignore the feeling of running into of spiderwebs, and then the orange tint returned. Jack looked back, scanning around for the phone but not seeing it, he heard the low Cybertronian words spoke between the troopers, and watched in shock as the femme pulled back and shove massive rocks into the opening. These two were smart enough to block off one of the exit, taking time to shoved hard and keep him from being able to push any himself.

Jack turned, still gasping to look at the other exit about twenty feet away. But hesitated before moving, he only saw one trooper before diving in and.... the teen's heart sunk. He was trapped. The two Decepticons knew it, took advantage of it. "Ratchet...I need...help...please." Jack grasped out and loud as he could just in case the phone and conection was still there.

The teen dropped, Jack trying to catch his breath while mostly safe, looking where he saw one of the trooper's coming into view. Peering in and judging how to get at Jack, likely as easily as possible. They made no move right away, letting the teen get his breath back and just...seem to be ready to wait Jack out as the mech stood. He dropped his head and shook, once able to breath he sat up and moved to the other side just enough to peer out....and blinked, seeing the troopers pulled away from his hiding spot, looking up and charging their weapons, flamethrowers dripping fuel.

Jack felt hope rise, the Autobots cam-

The air vibrated as a growl gave from somewhere above Jacks hiding place, and something big moved. The slabs moved, shifting down a few inches as weight shifted into it. And then liquid splashed down in front of the hiding place, a second after the liquid was freezing and forming ice.

"Move on," a deep femme vllike voice growled out, laced with something.

"We want the human beast." The calm trooper said, holding still.

"I dont care," the third voice growled again, hissing next, more strange fluid dropping and freezing on the ground. "What's mine is in there. Leave hunters, or I'll eat you." There was a dark laugh as the troopers backed up.

Jack froze, turning and scanning around in the dim light as his eyes were adjusted finnally.

Wide, and very dimmed, silver optics were peering back at him, from a spot the human sized mecha had wedfed itself in a curve of the wall. Realizing it was spotted atast a hesitant chirp was offered.

"...uhhh....hi?" Jack offered, wondering who and what that was. Focusing on this rather then the speaking voices, moving back a bit before hearing a shiver. "I wont hurt you if you dont hurt me?" Jack offered.

"Soft thing promise?" It sounded femme just, far lighter then even Arcee, and in the dim light looked inscect like just leaner in build then any Insecticon he had seen.

"I promise if yiu do...wait, are you an insecticon worker?" Jack asked, remembering Optimus showing him old files of the different types of mecha. More teaching what would be likely to be harmful and what would not.

"Yeah, yeah, Mada is Worker," the small insecticon nodded, and awkwardly looking around. "Mada was exploring with queen! Then saw soft thing moving-" she explained but lasped into insecticon for a few words. "-Mada hid here. You hid from bad mechs? Queen will save Mada and soft thing!"

"I hope so..." jack thought he did, and glanced out at the sunlight, realizing he did not see the Troopers... but he saw a large foot, paw? Then another, massive claws digging into the ground easily as what ever it was settled onti the ground.

"Its safe to come out," the voice was not as aggressive as before, still having a more neutral growl, and it had the worker chittering in relief. She scooted to go out, passing Jack carefully before peering out. Then with a happy sound hopped over to the metalic creature.

Jack peered out, and sucked in his breathe, staring at the dragonic like being as it was turning around and settling down onto her front. Most blue with orange highlights, the mecha peered at Jack witjh a tilted head. Jack had a glimps of the other optic, looking like it was squinting though a decepticon like emblem burned over the optic. The good optic was focusing on him as the massive head lowered and came close. The teen standing very still out of the entrance of his hiding place, watching in a mix of stuned fear and fascination. It almost seems like this should not be possible, yet that lean almost delicate looking Worker was jumping up toncrawl fearless over the metal dragon's face and head excitedly, chittering about the quuen saving them from bad mechs.

The fangs had Jack's attention for a moment, they looked somewhat like a crocodile with some being permanently fixed outside the jaws. And thenfangs were as big as him almost! "Are....you going to-?"

"I wont eat, hurt or atempt to kidnapped you kiddo." The dragon said with a chuckled, "That is more of a Decepticon thing to do, not Predacon for the most part." She was moving, lifting the large head away and tucking the forepaws up against her chest. Small shifts to how she was sitting to laying down, tail curling around and... Jack realized it was a massive scary and armor plated loaf.

Taking a deep breath the teen glanced back at the hiding spot and back, "....is that what you are? Predacon?"

"Yes," the Predacon gave what looked to be her attempt at a smile as the insecticon climbed up over the horns and then hung onto the arching spines on the long neck.

"...thank you for the save miss Predacon?" Jack offered, glancing around and though he did not see the two troopers he was pretty sure there had been more ground bridge...and feeling like a humming bird parking near a big bird of prey for protection asked, "are you staying here?"

"I wasn't planning on it," the dragon said and she added as she watched the young human carefully, "But have nothing better to do. Do you have a guardian hatchling- sparkling?"

"I do! I was trying to call them when I went under there," he mostion to the bolder behind him, smacking a hand to a rock. "Ouch... um, can I..like, erm..."

The air had a soft vibration as the predacon gave a deep and amused chuckle, not phazed at her passenger. Just that used to being climbed on. "You can hide in plain sight next by me sparkling. But those Decepticons will be calling for back up." She said, watching Jack semi relax, guessing he was still just young enough to try and trust.

"...that makes sense. The teen edged a few daring steps closer, eyes taking in the odd armor on her back.

"We can wait dor a little bit if yiu are tied to mech, you might have to ride along to somewhere safer at a distance..." the predacon started, her tone changing to once used to being in charge. Like how June could get or Arcee. Then pusing to focus on something out of Jack's line of sight, to the canyon entrance. "Well than." She huffed as the sound of a groundbridge opened and stabilized.

Jack made the decision and ran for the predacon, just to her left and ducked behind another cluster of rocks. Just incase it was more Decepticons, and he peeked out. Only to make a relaced sound at the form of Ratcher charging out...and jerking to anstop sp fast he almost fell.

"What in Vector Sigma's name!" The medic balked, optics on the beast former as she swung her head around to keep her good optic on the new comer.

"Predacon." She said with a slowly spreading grin to show fangs.

"Thats impossible," Ratchet blurted out. Glanced at the insecticon worker before tencing as the dragon he could ride shifted.

"I beg to differ." she stayed still, focusing on the medic with a predator intent stare. "Is this you're guardian hatchling?"

"Yeah, yes! Dont hurt him, please?" Jack spoke up climbing over his cover and starting to the medic. Ratchet finnally glancing around at the boy's voice shifting as if he wanted to go over but not sure if he could.

"Then you best go," the predacon said, staying still to hopefully not teigger the Autobot into shooting. "Those Decepticons well be arriving soon enough."

Jack picked up his feet and ran over to were Ratchet took half anstep back and knelt. No hesitation to run right intonthe oprn red hand and feel the medic lift him. Ratchet glanced down, starting a scan as he backed up to the open bridge. The teen looked backwards as ge braced himself on the chest plate he was drawn to, seeing the Worker Mada wave, and then the predacon stood once the two were far enough into the bridge. Shaking wings out and turning to jump to the cannon top and then into open air.

Jack sagged into Ratchet's hold once that end of the bridge closed. Head pressed ontothe side of a large thumb and shook quietly, trying to process what happened after almost being kidnapped by Decepticons as adrenaline gave out. He was aware of the medic bringing other hand around him and a reasuring rumble and feel in a familiar field.

'Well than' indeed. This was going a ve lot to unpack.

Summer tundra landscapes was something the big predacon liked almost as much as frozen tundra landscapes. It was no small part because the earth was both firm and almost soft. It was perfect for running, feeling the earth and tight roots around her claws as she ran. That slight bounce of tough grass and moss. 

Sled dogs had nothing on a loping predacon’s pace. She could fly, wasn’t build for true long term running but that did not mean it was not fun! Ice Queen gave a dragonic grin as she slowed her run as she came up to a beach. Only to plunge right into the still frigid waters, wings flapping out of being in the tight hold on her back. Tail lashing in a swimming pace for a bit before coming back out and rolled in the tundra to semi dry off. Ice Queen stretched in mock bow, then her hide legs were stretched out and instinctually using her wings to hide the motion ...and she picked up on a new scent.

Ice Queen stilled, lifting her head and scenting the air deeply. It seemed to be cybertronian, or alike. She swayed her head back and forth to sort out where the scent was coming from. As well as to keep her blind side rotating as well, so no one would sneak up... Ice Queen tilted her head sideways thanks to her long neck, scanning the sky as well.

Well then.

With another dragonic grin as she rose the predacon moved to find out who the scent belonged to. If nothing else giving a strange mech a good scare would be fun.