Will of a Predacon

Memories of a Predacon Queen Part 3

They continued to watch Razor's memories and they saw how the terror trio had accidentally trashed her hollow and broke her old pipe that she had been using since she was younger. Razor had not been happy. She had the younglings clean the mess up and they left looking ashamed of themselves.

Violetwing just looked at the faces of the terror trio before looking at Razor, seeing just how upset she was over the pipe it must have meant something to her.

They also saw a few more things between Violetstorm and Solkas.

Megatron had been keeping his attention on Solkas trying to figure this out of what he was seeing between that Predacon and Violetstorm.

There were some strange similarities between Megatron and Solkas... like how their fighting style was so similar, his personality was like how Megatron's used to be before he became a ruthless Warlord, And how Solkas' optics looked exactly like Megatron's only in gold.

Megatron thought for a moment still looking at the other Predacon before something came to mind but didn't think of it for now as he watched the memories, Violetwing had been feeling something on her spark every time she was looking at the two Predacons unable to think of the feeling inside.

When the time finally came when the nomad clan visited Razor's Wheyr, previous members of the clan who volunteered to help the gypsy-like clan returned to their families. While they were there the nomad clan traded goods and some performed to entertain the onlookers. It was like some kind of festival in a way.

Some of the nomad femmes danced and were quite acrobatic while the males played the music to go along with it. Among them were two familiar faces. Though it was hard to recognize them because they actually looked happy.

Violetwing looked at the two surprised and unable to think of the words to express her disbelief, Predaking felt the same thing on this.

The two Predacons looked like Dark Storm and Frostbite.

Razor looked at Violet. "something wrong?" she asked.

Violet looked at her. "I... I don't know..." she replied before looking at the two Predacons again.

Razor looked confused for a moment before she looked where Violetwing was looking. "Oh. Hey! I think I now know why Dark Storm and Frostbite are always so moody now..." Razor said.

"What do you mean by 'now'?" Violetwing asked looking back at her.

"They're nomad types. They're happiest when always on the move." Razor replied

"So you're saying... if Dark Storm and Frostbite were on the move right now... they would be happy?" Violetwing asked

"Yeah. Being stuck in one place for extended periods of time frustrates them and makes them angry."

"Oh..." Violet replied and looked back at the memories.

The nomad people's music was different from what they had heard before. It wasn't a bad different because it sounded quite upbeat and fun. Though among the nomads were two strange new races of predacon. Ones that the others watching had never come across before.

The first race were slender and graceful and equine looking with hooves for feet and horns in the center of their forehead delicate servos opposed to the usual claws and what appeared to be maines like that of a horse.

The clones thought this was interesting seeing these Predacons not really knowing what to think, Violetwing was taken away by their beauty.

The second new type were large and resembled bulls or oxen were often the strong heavy lifters having two horns of various types on the sides of their heads. They had larger servos and cloven hooves for pedes.