[b](Predaking)[/b]

Predaking found himself lying on the floor of some collapsed building. It had probably collapsed when he fell on it, and being over 40 feet tall kind of helped that. Getting up, he scanned the area around him. No threats at the moment. However, it was odd how he came to be in his current location. He had last been on Cybertron, trying to restore his species, the Predacons. He was their king after all, and it didn't work out to well that he wasn't there. Transforming into his massive alternate form, a large spike-covered metal dragon, he took off above the alien city. It would serve the purpose of giving him a birds-eye-view of the surrounding area as well as allowing any possible allies to spot him.

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lLUt7sPE5uM](Bender - If you don't like this theme, you can bite my shiny metal ass!)[/url]

Bender quickly got up after being knocked out by something. He didn't know who did it ... but whoever did was going to pay. Looking around, he first scanned the local environment. No booze content nearby, nobody to steal from or pose as friends then then rob them blind. Hmmm ... things were indeed troublesome. From his internal GPS he could tell he wasn't on Earth anymore. In fact, he wasn't even in the same universe. *sigh* not that again. Walking out of the dingy side street, he stepped out into a much busier main street. His sensors instantly flooded with theft targets. Walking up to a little girl, he shoved her over before taking her and shoving her into his chest storage unit. Laughing darkly, he dashed off into another side street before the local fuzz could catch onto him. "He he he he ... chumps!" he said to himself as the little girl banged on the side of his hatch to try escape. Now to find the parents so they could pay a ransom.