Posted 19 October 2017 - 11:19 AM
Shattered Glass Rampage was the product of cruel Maximal experimentation, the end result of an attempt to create the first in a new breed of immortal Maximal super-soldiers that would be able to rise up against the humiliating Pax Cybertronia and challenge Predacon dominion of Cybertron.
The scientific procedure that led to Rampage's creation ultimately failed; while Rampage was interred for repeated vivisection, he befriended another failed experiment: the coarse, fast-talking cynic Transmutate. With her technical know-how and intimate knowledge of heavy weaponry, the two staged a daring prison escape, slaughtering dozens of guards in a bid for freedom. Escaping the facility of their creation and making it off-planet, they became mercenaries and bounty hunters for various civilizations before a deal went bad and the MSCF caught up with them.
The two criminals were reduced to protoforms and interred aboard the Maximal prison ship Axalon: a ship that had the bad fortune of being stolen by Maximal dissident Optimus Primal and warped back in time to prehistoric Earth. Rampage's massive stasis pod was found by Optimus Primal partway into the conflict; in the ensuing pursuit, Rampage tumbled off a cliff while trying to flee Primal and his band of Maximal hunters, and was found and rehabilitated by Megatron. Shortly afterwards, the Predacons discovered Transmutate's stasis pod; after scanning a new procyonid beast mode, she joined the Predacons alongside her massive travelling buddy.
While Rampage is a powerful being, nigh-immortal due to his immense regenerative capacity and heavy onboard armaments, he is also a pacifistic creature at Spark, fond of nature. A 'bot of few words, he has, for reasons only he knows, only ever been known to say "I am Rampage:" a phrase that only Transmutate can understand.
Edited by Locoman, 19 October 2017 - 11:21 AM.
"He learned, almost too late, that man is a feeling creature and, because of it, the greatest in the universe. He learned, too late for himself, that men have to make their own way, to make their own mistakes. There can't be any gift of perfection from outside ourselves. And, when men seek such perfection, they find there's only death, fire, loss, disillusionment, the end of everything that's gone forward. Men have always sought an end to toil and misery. It can't be given; it has to be achieved. There is hope, but it has to come from inside, from man himself."