To some degree, Weirdwolf had actually looked forward to ending up on Earth. He didn't really think that he was going to like it here, in spite of the fact that wolves were actually present on this planet and that they were his namesakes. Then again, their numbers had dwindled due to the fact that humans had tampered with them, and he figured that was probably plenty of a reason for him to make some human numbers dwindle while he was here anyway.<br/><br/>Granted, it would have been better if all of those wolves were some sort of machine being like he was. This planet was rather organic. For now he was tolerating it, because he understood that they were going to get something better out of the deal. This was all going to end up as an improved planet.<br/><br/>As a result, he didn't view things in quite the same light that Optimus Prime had. Unlike Optimus, he didn't view the construction of the new empire here on the ground of the former Union of Soviet Socialist Republics as anything but just that, a creation. This was the beginning of an entirely new civilization that was based around the new technology that they had brought to this sad excuse for a planet.<br/><br/>If anything, then he viewed this as a sort of sophisticated form of colonization. This planet had needed civility, and they were going to bring it. Most importantly, though, he was going to bring the gift of language to these people here.<br/><br/>The Decepticons and the Autobots as well as most of humanity both spoke very strangely to him. That was because he spoke so weirdly, but to himself he was normal and everyone else was strange. It was no matter, because he was going to bring an important gift here.<br/><br/>The sound of his voice was the best thing that he could have mustered for anyone. Talking was certainly his skill to say the very least, even if he was a decent fighter.<br/><br/>Ironically, the Alliance had been headed up by the United States of America, and Weirdwolf understood that at one point in human history the USA and the USSR were major powerbrokers who fought proxy wars to decide how the resources of this forgotten planet were going to get divvied up. Now-a-days, however, things were going to be a little different. He wasn't going to let Megatron's new civilization perish.<br/><br/>His thoughts were finally broken by the sound of Megatron's voice on the display screens in New Cybertron. He had to admit that it wasn't the most pleasing sound, but he did find their leader inspiring.<br/><br/>What was more inspiring, though, was that execution. That was something that was heartwarming to see, or at least would have been perhaps more accurately spark-warming anyway. As soon as the broadcast had ended with that call, Weirdwolf decided to let out his own. Raising his fist, he permitted himself the luxury of an actual verbal audio emission in his own right.<br/><br/>"Megatron is the one we are all so totally going to then hail!"<br/><br/>That earned him, predictably, a few stares from other citizens of the mechanical city around him. He certainly did have a way with words, though unfortunately it wasn't a very good way with them.<br/><br/>Without his thoughts to bother him, and with the transmission completed, Weirdwolf assumed the position that he was originally supposed to take. He had actually been ordered to be a fearsome presence in New Cybertron, and ensure that this 'utopia' never fell to rioting or alliance subterfuge. He would have been more convincingly a fearsome force if he didn't talk so much.<br/><br/>At least he had begun the laborious process of dropping down onto four legs. With the sound of metal against metal that came from shifting mechanical servomechanisms, it hadn't taken him much time or difficulty to once more become the hulking mechanical wolf that leant him his moniker.<br/><br/>Fortunately he didn't speak in this state, which meant some relief and of course more importantly saving face when it came to actually doing his job. No one would have taken a strangely philosophizing mechanical man very seriously. The fact that he was now that aforementioned wolf creature running through the streets of the 'utopia' of New Cybertron was far more impressive.<br/><br/>The funny part was that no one had actually bothered to point this fact out to him, but they very well should have. It would have saved a lot of grief in the future if anything went awry. Then again, the fact that he acted in such a strange way was probably a little disarming, which would have certainly made a fight easier if he could have thrown his opponent off in spite of the fact that he wouldn't realize he was doing it.