Transformers Prime: Predacon Evolution

Skyblade stood and stretched out onto his new berth, which was much bigger than his old one and was smoothly laid on the floor instead of slightly upright, due solely to him being a Predacon now and requiring to sleep similar to that of a regular mammal.

Just last night he was turned into a Predacon, and almost at the start he liked his new form, the only conclusion he could think of being that he no longer felt like a scrawny small thing, even if he didn’t act like he was a bit self conscious about it.

Skyblade then yawned, exposing a row of sharp dentra and walked out of his quarters, still not used to walking on all fours, but he was already a bit better at it than last night. The blue and silver Predacon headed to the med bay due to now having to take brief checkups under Megatron’s orders, Skyblade being met with Knockout who glanced at him as he entered.

“Remind me why I have to do these checkups again.” Skyblade grumbled.

“Lord Megatron just wants to make sure you won’t be going through some sudden defects.” Knockout replied. “You won’t have to do much today though.” He stated, walking toward an area with energon cubes, picking one up, and handing it to Skyblade. “Here.”

Skyblade took the cube in his metallic paw, noticing that it was simply a glass cube with the energon itself turned into liquid, and lifted it up to himself, drinking the contents as he could feel it giving him a bit more energy, soon setting the now empty glass cube down.

“It sure felt more pleasant than the times you had to jab it in me with a syringe.” Skyblade admitted.

“That should be a good amount to last you for a while too.” Knockout replied before grabbing the glass cube and putting it away. “You’re free to go.”

Skyblade nodded and turned and left the med bay, part of him figuring that that was the check-up, but either way he was grateful, and headed to the flight deck, having a sudden urge to get into some practice with his wings since he now had to depend on them to help him be airborne, glancing over to see that the Nemesis wasn’t as high up as usual, the blue and silver Predacon then crouching a bit, and spreading his wings.

“I doubt it is wise to practice flight without anyone around, dear Skyblade.”

Skyblade turned his helm to see Megatron approaching him, the blue and silver Predacon standing straight and folding his wings against his sides.

“I was only going to start by getting my wings strengthened.” Skyblade replied.

“An admirable decision, but you crouched much too low. You must only bunch your shoulder plating and backstrut before taking flight.” Megatron stated.

Skyblade opened his mouth to reply, then remembered that Megatron once spent time around Predacons when Shockwave reanimated them, so therefore the silver and purple mech likely memorized exactly how the winged ones took flight, and turned and composed himself, bunching his shoulder plating and backstrut as his leader instructed, spreading his wings outwards, and flapped, the tips brushing the deck, having him twist and land on his chest chassis and stomach tank.

Skyblade stood up and spread his wings again.

“Raise your wings a little higher, so they’ll get more air under them and make taking flight easier.” Megatron instructed.

Skyblade listened and raised his wings a little, and flapped them, this time getting up in the air more easily, and banked a bit to the side to turn, only to almost lose his balance and his wings fluttered to get him upright, the blue and silver Predacon gritting his dentra in irritation, wishing that this was as easy as how he flew in his Metal Madness form, but then remembered that he’s much more sleek now and these wings worked a little differently.