Like Megatron had promised, those traitors had indeed paid. None of their enemies deserved to go unpunished, and naturally these thoughts had run time and time again through Weirdwolf's semi-mechanized thought processes. While he might have been deservingly classed as a fanatic, it still did him well inside to know that those who had opposed them were put down so easily.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, he had promised and pledged his services as a guardian. Even if other Decepticons did precisely as they said, that didn't absolve him of his duties. He was going to have to go and check out these three individuals who were executed.<br/><br/>Certainly, the other's words were already correct. Their very existence had made a mockery of the type of technology that he himself was crafted from. Even if he wasn't quite as functional as some of the other Decepticons, especially when it came to his unusual speech patterns, that didn't mean that he still hadn't considered himself a superior unit indeed, and he therefore had his own little vendetta to see to.<br/><br/>As a result he was heading quickly toward the courtyard of the aforementioned tower. Due to the fact that he was notably in his wolf transformation rather than his tall robot form, this was an even faster trip than it might have been otherwise. He could outrun himself when he was working in that form, which made it rather attractive to him when he was experiencing these emotions or, more practically, when he actually needed to get somewhere quite quickly.<br/><br/>Indeed, running in this form always allowed him to have a certain feeling of freedom that he might otherwise have never been able to enjoy; even Weirdwolf seemed to have hopes and dreams after all. Throwing back his head he let loose a shrill mechanical howl. In spite of the fact that his humanoid vocalizations always sounded awkward this howl was actually rendered fairly well, though it was very clearly synthesized.<br/><br/>Without too much of a delay, he ultimately ended up arriving at the location and quickly took stock of what was going on. The three fallen heroes, if you were on the other side of this conflict, were very clearly out of commission. While Weirdwolf himself was at least arguably part organic, that didn't really mean that he felt any sort of remorse over this. Regardless, he figured that it would have probably have been best if he went to the stronghold tower next. After all, it made sense to provide Megatron with a report now that he had been through everything. There were times when the other Decepticons didn't quite appreciate his reports.<br/><br/>It wasn't that he was often the barer of bad news, though even he had to give that sometimes. Rather, he was often annoying to listen to. He didn't realize it, either, which probably made that all the worse for him at the end of the day. To him, his damaged speech circuits continued to produce perfectly fine vocal prose irrespective of what anyone else might have thought about what it was that he was saying.<br/><br/>Nevertheless, he always made sure to dutifully offer them when requested. It looked to him like it was a necessity, with him being an assigned guardian and all. Looking around slowly, he peeked upward and finally let loose another howl, which meant that he was going to increase speed. When actual combat came around, he never would have telegraphed a change in speed like that, but he figured that it would have been best for the time being, and besides it made him actually feel more free to go ahead and actually do it.<br/><br/>Quickening his pace, the aforementioned cyber-wolf soon began a laborious transformation. Accompanied by the sound of metal screeching against more metal, which some might have said was still less annoying than the sound of his voice, he took the opportunity to transform himself from this lupine form instead into the robotic one that he would he need in order to meet up with his leader.<br/><br/>Finally approaching the tower, he peered around. Security subroutines were still prominently running throughout his memory, as one might have expected. That was of course the origin of that sort of motion. Eventually he made his way into the inner sanctum, assuming that nothing would have impeded his progress. Considering that he was quick to anger, as a result the unusual situation involved in the formation of his personality, it might have been kind of hard to predict what he would have done if anyone had interrupted him.<br/><br/>Still, though, that was probably enough of a fact to keep anyone else away. He doubted that anyone else would have really wanted to mess with him. Irrespective of this, he continued onward, figuring that soon enough he would have been in anyway and therefore any such reckoning would have merely been rendered academic.