Well we lost Peter Spellos to cancer, so in memory of him, he’s his most popular role: Sky-Byte!
The reason I included other Predacons was because I always wanted to see more Predacons beyond the trio and Sky-Byte, and Prowl, Iguanus, Optimus Minor were my mold picks along with Ramulus, Sonar, Jawbreaker (the Transmetal II not the Terran to clarify), and in particular, the BWII Seacons who are old friends of Sky-Byte in this scenario.
Decades after Bumblebee and his team liberated Cybertron from Cyclonus and his neo-Decepticon movement, peace had seemingly come to Cybertron at long last—but not all the Decepticons responsible for the soft coup had been brought to justice. ‘Bots like Bulkhead and Wheeljack scoured backwater systems for any Decepticon stragglers. Upon learning that the original Grimlock had gone missing, they tracked his last known location to the spinward rim of the galaxy, far away from Cybertron, where they made a shocking discovery: for years, various civilizations in the sector had been tracking a number of large, unidentified starships: shockingly, these mystery vessels were based on ancient Cybertronian schematics, massively upscaled copies of the Ark that had carried the Autobots off Cybertron so long ago.
These ships were orders of magnitude larger, jumbled hodgepodge designs that combined reliable Cybertronian technology with exotic alien weaponry and mysterious energy sources. These self-sustaining "war worlds" carried the foundries, armories, and shipyards required to support an army’s worth of Cybertronians, and were also capable of creating that same army: vast shipboard cloning facilities could mass-produce new protoforms and hybridize their CNA with the genetic data of many different alien creatures. Planets like Darhos and Ijurn had been scoured of their natural resources, strip-mined to support the construction of these terrible vessels.
Alien civilizations fortunate enough to survive a direct encounter with these mysterious ships speak of armies of bestial warriors, who raze planets and burn whatever remains to cinders. Some talk of a poetically inclined Sharkticon, who turns devastation into chilling poetry; others of a brutal crimson Amphiboid, while still others told tales of a cunning Skunkticon warrior who spread chaos wherever he went. The most dreaded Cybertronian of all would be their leader Gigatron: seemingly a clone of the original Megatron, this “new” Megatron is a chimeric six-changer, twisted and deformed, equal parts Cybertronian, Chiropticon, Dinobot, Predacon, Insecticon, and Orangucon. His origins remain an enduring mystery, as are his long-term goals: is the brutal empire he’s constructing a prelude to a full-scale invasion of Cybertron, or is he attempting to construct a bulwark against some threat unseen? Does Gigatron operate alone, or is he but a servant of some unseen master? Alas, there are some answers that even I am not privy to…
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You’re cold, like a stone.
How did you get that way?
How did you get that way?
You’re cold, like a stone.
How did you get that way?
Why did you get that way, with me?
The seasons over, the rest is fine
And I grow colder all the time
With never feeling lonely.
And I don’t want to break no more
And I don’t want to know the score
I don’t want to know who’s really happy.
The summer spun us into rough terrain
And across the country, hung my head in shame.
And I don’t know what you do with your days
But I don’t want to collide so I’m drawing
Yellow lines between you and I suggest, we don’t talk about it.
All the lines I drew, while waiting for you.
All the lines I drew, while waiting for you.
The rest is fine and so am I.
I won’t count the clocks again.
Cause if time runs out and I find out
It won’t be my problem them.
Cause you’ve pulled me above and beneath
My goals and it shows and grows and grows and grows.
Thrashing wildly in the core of my soul
It’s getting old.
And now it’s come to this.
Reaching my arms across the empty space next to me.
Watching TV to keep away the bad dreams.
All the lines I drew, while waiting for you.
All the lines I drew, while waiting for you, you.
Oh, you will take one step back, for that, for me.You will take one step back for that for me.
Oh, you will take one step back, for that, for me.
Dear Vector Prime, does Magmatron exist in the Viron cluster?
Dear Dinosaur Denominator,
Not to my knowledge, but there is one individual to whom he bears a very strong resemblance. Like Magmatron, he possessed a tripartite spark which could be split across three separate beast modes, each embodying a different facet of his personality: Overkill, the Gigantosaurus; Divebomb, the Quetzalcoatlus; and Splashdown, the Elasmosaurus. As a combiner, they could merge to form a monstrous beast mode referred to as the “Dinosaurer”, in addition to their robot mode combination. He was named Trypticon—after the monstrous beast from Cybertronian legend.
Trypticon was eternally loyal to the Predacon Council, and was the first leader of the cel that came to be known as the “Dinobots”, named for their prehistoric alternate modes. In fact, Trypticon considered it his right to command all saurian Predacons, using intimidation to recruit even experienced veterans like Reachout, and he demanded viciousness from all of his warriors.
For much of the Cybertronian Civil War, Trypticon's domineering and cruelty went uncontested, but eventually the other Dinobots had enough, and a number of them conspired to bring about his downfall. They prevailed by isolating Trypticon's three components and preying on their individual weaknesses. Overkill was provoked into a berserker rage by Sludge, Snarl and Terrorsaur, who put him down once his mind became consumed by blind anger. For Divebomb, Terranotron and Grimlock took advantage of his pride, luring him high into the sky until he was within firing range of the team's ship, the Megalosaur. As for Splashdown, it was simply a matter of isolating him on dry land, where he was vulnerable to Slapper’s earthquakes and Triceradon’s flame breath.
With Trypticon gone, the power vacuum he left behind drew the Dinobots into infighting. While they shared a sense of relief, some were angry over having been excluded from the scheme, and some took the chance to transfer to new positions within the Predacons. The remaining Dinobots, those who had taken part in the plot, disagreed over who was the team’s rightful leader, and squabbled fiercely until Grimlock was eventually accepted in the role. But once they began dealing with the Predacon Council directly, they had their worst fears confirmed, as it became apparent that the brutal methods they had attributed to Trypticon’s ideology were in fact endemic throughout the faction—and with it seeming increasingly likely that an errant ex-Dinobot would tip off the Council as to what had transpired, they begrudgingly made the decision to defect to the Autobot side. For this, they would pay a steep price, when Terrorsaur was slain by a Predacon bounty hunter… but it was their pursuit of revenge which ultimately united the team, and gave them a righteous purpose.