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I didn't like the plain paint job the original Animated Waspinator had, so I repainted him with the Beast Wars color scheme.
Even though the mold isn't very accurate neither to Animated nor Beast Wars, he has a very cool look on his own and stands proud as my favorite Waspinator so far. Let's pray for a Universe Waspinator!
I went for a Predator look with this shot. I guess the Predacons Rising episode inspired this (remember those sounds Waspinator made?)
During Melbourne's six month-long lockdown, I went on a slight G1 spending spree. Only Divebomb is legit, the other three are knockoffs. These guys were all circled in my dog-eared catalogue as a kid as wanted but I didn't get them at the time. I'd prefer to buy the new Hasbro G1 reissues I've seen pics of (Walmart exclusives are they?) but seriously the chances of those getting on Australian retails shelves seem pretty small.
Some notes: Divebomb is huge, I'd forgotten how big the Predacons were. I love that you can position the wings in various configurations. Gold, orange, red and black is just a killer colour combo.
Quality of the particular KOs I received seem pretty good on the whole (I can't speak for them as a whole, I reckon it's a lottery where quality is concerned). Kickback's head was stuck initially, super tight, I couldn't rotate it around for his insect mode. I soaked him in boiling water a few times and managed to turn it around eventually. I probably wont transform him; his alt mode is just the coolest thing ever.
The interesting thing with Slag was that he has a die cast chest; it's got that weighty feeling in hand that the original Hasbro/Takara ones had. I have a KO Sludge and he has a plastic chest unit.
Defensor has to be my favourite combiner, I love Hot Spot's aqua blue colour, the overall blockiness and how it seems to embody the Autobot creed: protect the vulnerable meatbags, save lives and kick maximum ass when necessary. I had Blades as kid but that was a far as I ever got towards Defensor, until now.
This weeks BWTMT Brickworks Lego Transformers Creation - Beast Wars era Predacon Cryotek. Gangster, mastermind and mentor to the rogue Predacon that would become Beast Wars Megatron. Transforms from blue dragon to massive angry robot... Watch the youtube vid to see the transformation and for more info on this character and build ... www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0PHJsGSfbc
Here is a re-edit of an old photo. I am hoping to redo a number of these, particularly while my camera is on the fritz.
The original pic can be seen here: www.flickr.com/photos/44212086@N04/4062144716/in/album-72...
(Jay)
Gauche: Maximal, 64x46 boxpleat
Droite: Predacon, 64x42 boxpleat
double soie + MC
L'une de mes séries préférées de ma jeunesse était Transformers: Beast Wars. Je me devais donc de faire les symboles des factions de cette série (essentiellement, maximals = gentils; predacons = méchants) en origami. Je crois que ces symboles sont un peu moins bien réussis que mes précédents, mais cela est dû à la plus grande complexité des formes (et davantage de replis). Malgré cela, je suis satisfait de la créativité dont j'ai fait preuve pour obtenir ces résultats.
One of my favorite series as a kid was Transformers: Beast Wars. I then had to make the faction symbols (essentially, maximals = good guys; predacons = bad guys) in origami. I think these two are a bit less successful than my previous ones, but that is mainly due to the larger complexity of their shapes (and much more pleats). Despite this, I am satisfied of the creativity I demonstrated in order to get those results.
The swirling towers of smoke that marked the ruins of what was once Steelwing's workshop had stopped their belching ascent to the sky. The twisting pillars of smoke had melted away to soft blanket of light-grey fog that the approaching Jetstorm identified from miles away. The Vehicon general slowed the speed of his approach, buying himself every spare nanoclick that he could to prepare himself for the variety of tragedies that he anticipated may be waiting for him when he caught up to the Predacons. He knew Megatron very well and was frighteningly aware of Megatron's long memory for payback. The general shook as he psyched himself up.
Jetstorm: “Ok Jetstorm, whatcha gonna do? Whatcha gonna do when Predaking and the largest arms on Cybertron run wild on you? Well, what AM I gonna do, huh? I'm gonna do whatever it takes! Predaking can't unite if I take out one of the Predacons! So who will it be? Oh, I know! Headstrong! I'll take out slow and stupid and Predaking won't have a leg to stand on! Literally! Headstrong is a jerk anyways! Or maybe Divebomb! His warrior-head-within-a-bird-head look always bugged me! Like he's wearing a mask or something. I hate that guy! Or maybe Cybertron's answer to ADHD, Rampage! I'll throw a Duran Duran video on and he can take care of himself! Oh, so many Preds to choose from and so little time! I know! I'll take 'em all out! Jetstorm, afterburn!”
The optics mounted on either side of the nose of Jetstorm's flight mode narrowed with determination as his speed rapidly doubled, racing him into battle. He focused all his attention on the area beneath the smoky haze floating from the workshop and quickly counted one, two, three, four Predacons. Where was Divebomb?
As the thought occurred to him, Jetstorm's audio receptors filled with the deafening battle-cry of the airborne eagle. This startled the Vehicon, but not enough to have him fail to avoid the twin particle beams that tore from the blasters mounted beneath the eagle's metal wings. Jetstorm spun from Divebomb's assault and tried to cut a tighter circle than his adversary to come up from behind him, but the Predacon was too nimble. Divebomb let out another caw and swooped past Jetstorm with his talons ready to tear into him. The Vehicon narrowly avoided having one of his wings torn off by twisting away from the eagle. Jetstorm accelerated in a successful attempt to get some distance between the two. Divebomb swooped down low to try and undercut the speedy Vehicon but stopped and transformed to his warrior mode, his optic visor wide at the spectacle on the surface; the Predacons were under attack!
Jetstorm saw the attack too and also immediately transformed, waving a hand of innocence in front of himself.
Jetstorm: “Don't look at me, beak-freak! That has nothing to do with me! It was you guys that were hired to kick MY exhaust! And it's a ground assault! I don't have any ground assault friends! I hate ground dwellers!”
Jetstorm stopped his plea when he saw that Divebomb wasn’t paying attention anyways. His attention was on the surface assault. He transformed to his beast mode and let out another battle cry, unleashing his particle beams onto the ground below. Jetstorm initially thought that a chance to run had fallen into his lap but stopped himself, thinking he could assist the Predacons in an effort to curb Megatron's fury. Jetstorm decided it was in his advantage to side with the Will of Megatron.
Jetstorm: “Jetstorm! Afterburn!”
Smoke from the surprise attack filtered with the flames from explosions that surrounded the Predacons. Razorclaw could hear the attackers attempting to surround his team and called out to his troops.
Razorclaw: “Rampage! Tantrum! North north east and maintain your position!”
Tantrum and Rampage transformed and headed in the direction ordered by the lion commander through the smoky haze. Tantrum was forced to divert his course when a succession of blasts erupted in front of him. Rampage leapt over the burst of firepower but the bull found himself pinned behind a shattered slab of debris. Tantrum transformed and took cover.
Tantrum: “Rampage, he's got me pinned down!”
Tantrum was surprised when he found Rampage barrelling toward the ground beside him and hit the metal surface face first and hard! Rampage transformed and shook his head.
Rampage: “I just got punched in the face twenty times so fast I couldn't even see!”
Tantrum: “Stop being a bitch.”
Tantrum stood from behind the debris and aimed his electro-sword into the surrounding smoke and squeezed. The sword sent an exploding web of lightning spreading outward into the smoky horizon. It was unclear if the impressive strike had neutralized any adversaries.
Rampage: “You might hit one of our guys Tantrum! We have out orders, so let's go!”
Rampage recognized the rage that was rising from the frustration that brimmed within his Predacon brother and new exactly how to harness Tantrum's rage into something productive. He swiped his foreclaw at Tantrum's back, striking the warrior hard! Tantrum instinctively transformed to his bull-shaped beast form and charged at him. Rampage skillfully jumped ahead toward his original destination and Tantrum followed in a fury of his own. The firepower from the unknown enemy was instantly drawn towards the larger metal beast of burden and struck him hard, but Tantrum was so incited with aggression that the attack merely succeeded in making him even angrier! Tantrum snorted and lowered his head, hooking his horns beneath Rampage's tiger-form and flipped him aside, exactly as Rampage had planned. Tantrum led the way forward towards the destination that Razorclaw had originally intended.
At the centre of the assault, Headstrong put a hand above his visor to dim the glow of the flames of the battle and strained to identify the attackers. He called out to Razorclaw.
Headstrong: “I can't see a slaggin' thing! I think we're surrounded!”
Razorclaw looked skyward and saw Divebomb and Jetstorm strafe attack the ground below. The airborne Predacon and Vehicon struck with no precision, their sight skewed by the smoke that had risen from the battleground. Razorclaw saw this and called out to them in vain to strike when the enemy could be seen. With his team surrounded, Razorclaw saw only one option.
Razorclaw: “Predacons, unite!”
Although his command could not be physically heard by all of his team, it did not have to. As Razorclaw verbalized his command, a primal program that linked the each of the Predacons triggered a compulsion to come together. Tantrum leapt into the air, his body shifting and growing with a science that defied physics and landed next to Headstrong who's body had completed a similar process. Divebomb swooped towards the combining Predacons and his wings ejected from his chassis and merged with the form of Razorclaw, shifting and changing and came to rest on top of the awaiting Tantrum and Headstrong. Divebomb's chassis folded and spewed forth a massive spike-knuckled hand from his unified legs. This arm-like form of Divebomb slammed into the side of Razorclaw and was met by the lion's back-mounted weapon, itself shifting and jolting to become a massive single barrelled weapon of mass destruction. As Divebomb came to rest aside the torso of Razorclaw, so did the transforming body of Rampage who had revealed a mighty spiked hand of his own. The Predacons had successfully meshed together and now, enhanced by a dramatic increase in size, towered above the battlefield. Predaking lived again!
A monster had been unleashed on Cybertron, only this monster happened to be the perfect amalgamation of warrior minds and instinct. To say that the faultless hunting goliath known as Predaking had no equal among Transformer combiners was an understatement of stone cold fact. The truth was, Predaking had no equals. Period.
Seeing the mighty Predaking unite on the battlefield was enough to spur a hasty retreat by the Predacons' unidentified attackers. Jetstorm raced past the combiner beast's head toward the ground, spotting one of the attackers flee for his life!
Jetstorm: “Hey batter batter!! Swing batter batter!! Oh-ho!! It's a home run!”
Jetstorm unleashed a pair of missiles at the fleeing attacker as the mighty Predaking turned to follow. The ground-based warrior ran with surprising agility and fluidity. His strides were enhanced by an almost primate arm movement, but that was impossible. There were no earthen primates on Cybertron. Jetstorm attributed the motion to an injury that the diminutive warrior must have taken during the battle and was stunned when the fleeing soldier miraculously flung a slab of debris to the sky, sending it crashing into the incoming missiles and setting them both off before they hit their target. He did so without missing a stride.
As Predaking aimed his arm-mounted x-ray laser cannon at the fleeing trooper, Jetstorm found himself close enough to the trooper below to hear his words.
Trooper: “I could use some Slag-Maker! Now thanks!”
From behind another chunk of crumbled wall dove a purple-grey soldier that Jetstorm did not recognise, not that he had time to try. The weapon that the soldier wielded unleashed a fury of tachyon energy that struck with immediate devastation to the Vehicon general. The energy instantly ripped through Jetstorm's body sending crippling bolts of pain through his torn chassis immediately as he spiralled to the ground. Above, Predaking harnessed a fury of his own. Firepower tore from Predakings terrible arm-mounted cannon and transformed the ground below to a crater of rubble, smoke and flame.
Predaking wasted no time and bent low to examine the ruin left by his cannon. He waved the smoke away with his mighty hand and his optics and vast array of cranial sensors scanned for traces of victims and survivors. He heard a voice come from the south.
Voice: “He got Skids and Mudflap! Autobots, retreat!”
Predaking instantly turned towards the voice and saw an armoured green transport vehicle scream across the terrain in an urgent retreat. Straddling the armoured and well-armed vehicle was the warrior that wielded the tachyon-emitting slag-maker and the primate-bot. A black car also joined the group and raced ahead of them. Predaking decided that this attempt at escape simply would not do. He raised his spike-knuckled hand and roared as he crashed it down onto the surface below. The attempt to crush the fleeing Autobots failed, succeeding in only causing the ground-based soldiers to fan out to present multiple smaller targets. The ultimate hunter shot to his feet and began to run toward the green truck while shooting his arm-mounted canon at the black car weaving on the ground. The truck called to his companions to rendezvous at the Sonic Canyon. Predaking brought his sonic sword crashing to the ground, its intense vibrations effortlessly ripped into Cybretron's steel skin. Despite his swift attack, the armoured Autobot was surprisingly nimble and dodged the mighty blow with ease. The thought that the Autobots may elude him occurred to Predaking as he rose from the ground, and the mighty combiner felt a sensation that he had seldom felt in all his megacycles of existence; indecision. He felt torn between the drive to complete the original mission of the Predacons and the need to follow the Autobots into the Sonic Canyons and crush them. This conflict was driven by a definite divide in opinion of the individual Predacon components, an event that almost never happened. In such instances, Predaking's internal programming would automatically default to the personal desire of Razorclaw, but this time the massive combiner felt at odds. A quick analysis of his quintro-cerebral processing unit revealed that the feeling of indecision was a result of a discord between Razorclaw and Tantrum. The blinding rage and resentment that the bull had felt clearly carried over to the present. Tantrum was well aware of the parameters of his mission and was well aware that those parameters meant much more to Razorclaw than they did to himself. He used his rage to defy his commander within the confines of Predaking and it was working! Razorclaw knew it too, and with but a single mental command, the mighty combiner disbanded and transformed into all his component parts. One by one, the Predacons collected on the ground. Tantrum's rage had given way to a smug satisfaction, but it would appear that the rage had merely transferred to his commander. Razorclaw snarled in his beast form.
Razorclaw: “We have a mission Tantrum and you are a fool! The Autobots are incidental! Predacons, follow me!”
Razorclaw burst back towards the shattered workshop as he felt as though justice had already been administered to Jetstorm in battle, albeit from Autobot hands. As he bound back to the original battlefield, he found the damaged Vehicon hovering above, listlessly tossing a piece of debris up and down in his hand.
Jetstorm: “The battlefield looks a little different than you remember, don't it? Yup, it sure does. Nice one, Predaking. Way to bury the trail under battle debris! Good job!”
Jetstorm offered a sarcastic thumbs-up and Razorclaw's optics opened wide in shock at the devastation that the monstrous Predaking had left in his wake. The search for traces of prey would have to start all over again and could take mega-cycles. Razorclaw knew that if the trail were ever to be found again, the physical prey may be long gone. He knew he had to take action right now. He refused to return to Megatron empty handed.
Razorclaw: “Jetstorm! Divebomb! Take to the sky and look for trails!”
Jetstorm's initial reaction was to lend the Predacon commander another sarcastic jab along the lines of 'you're not the boss of me' but the fury in the lion's eyes had the Vehicon bite his mechanical tongue. Both he and Divebomb transformed and took to the air and began their search while on the surface, Razorclaw sneered at Tantrum. The bull shrugged in his warrior mode and joined Headstrong and Rampage in looking for a trail in the debris. Razorclaw knew that this anger he currently felt was keeping him distracted and was absolutely a wasteful expense of energy. He stopped and inhaled sharply through his olfactory sensors. His internal scanners sifted and sorted through billions of molecules, trying to shift his focus from fury to the job at hand. He scanned through the molecules and searched for any hint of his prey. As Jetstorm and Divebomb returned to the surface to deliver their report, his sensors detected a trace scent! He immediately transformed and pointed his sonic sword in the same direction that the Autobots had run.
Razorclaw: “Our prey went in that direction! Follow it! At once!”
Razorclaw transformed and bounded off towards the Autobots. Rampage immediately followed with Headstrong not far behind him in rhino mode. Tantrum followed in turn, recognising that his defiance may have cost the team dearly. Divebomb squawked and flapped his wings, taking him high into the sky again as he followed his cohorts, leaving Jetstorm hovering above the wreckage with his hands on his hips in mock incredulity.
Jetstorm: “Well, I never! Jetstorm, afterburn!”
The Predacons continued to explore the coordinates they had been given. In truth, they had long ago found all that there was to find at the site and were more or less waiting around. Rampage had taken upon himself to throw chunks of debris high into the air and swing at them with his thermo-sword. With every swipe, the super-heated blade would easily slice through the piece of debris that had been tossed by the Predacon. Half of the debris would fall to the ground with a melted plop and the other half would soar through the sky. Initially, Headstrong sat with his arms folded and watched Rampage, but the novelty soon wore thin. Headstrong eventually joined in the game, standing fifty meters away and trying to catch the piece of debris that flew from Rampage's swing.
While the pair of Predacons played, Razorclaw lay down in the ruin in his beast mode and waited until Divebomb called out to him.
Divebomb: “I’ve fixed him Razorclaw. Tantrum is online again.”
Without moving anything but the focus of his optics, Razorclaw saw Tantrum stand to his feet rubbing his head. The bull in his warrior mode approached his commander.
Razorclaw: “Got that out of your system?”
Tantrum kept his head low.
Tantrum: “Yeah. I'm good.”
Razorclaw: “Good.”
With no further words, Tantrum turned and sat, idly scraping his electro-sword along the ground. The sound was grating, but Razorclaw ignored it and continued to think. Finally, Divebomb approached him.
Divebomb: “I thought we had a hunt Razorclaw.”
Razorclaw looked up at his colleague but said nothing. The awkward moment led Divebomb to continue.
Divebomb: “We have a scent. We have a trail. What exactly are we waiting for? The prey will only be getting further away.”
Razorclaw spoke while remaining in his beast mode.
Razorclaw: “Megatron has contacted me. We are waiting for Jetstorm.”
Divebomb wore an expression as if he had just witnessed his commander's head spin round in three even rotations.
Divebomb: “Why? We don't need Jetstorm for the hunt.”
Razorclaw: “We need to teach him a lesson. It is Megatron's will.”
Divebomb accepted Razorclaw's rationale with a shrug and cracked his mechanical knuckles.
Divebomb: “Well, we gotta do what we gotta do.”
He jumped into the air and shifted his form to that of an orange and black eagle and took to the sky. Razorclaw continued to wait and think. He had managed to keep one very key point from his followers. The lion had not merely detected one scent to follow but two. He ran the data of the scent through his cerebro-processors but could not find a direct match. There was a close match but it was not identical. Still, he decided to keep this fact to himself for now.
legoformer: general Scree
general scree is my latest legoformer, and my second attempt at helicopter.
video review and transformation:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=CIeql-EFRxs
backstory (special thanks to Gael Prime):
General Scree
Ruling as far as the eye could see , every autobot, maximal, decepticon, and predacon scrubbed clean from the face of cybertron .
"With faith, discipline, and selfless devotion to duty, there is nothing worthwhile that you cannot achieve". this is the principle that he live by. to win the war at all costs, the only way to obtain peace, a new genesis .
he keeps winning his wars not with focus of might, but focus of mind, with tactics no one had ever seen before. ruling an army of drone and clones, unified in one mind.
Regardless of his own abilities of becoming a living whirlwind in his self designed shell, his real skill, through the decades of obsession with battle tactics, he once fighting as a decepticon until his mind became so honed he could predict cause and effect as if he was foreshadowing the future.
feeling there was no other choice, he destroyed every living being to bring about what he felt was needed, Believing wholeheartedly the cause of their problems was vector sigma's manipulation , he took it upon himself to finally destroy it.
If you venture on this realm of cybertron, beware, for if you venture too close, your journey will come to an end there.
This is one of my favorite custom projects to date. The client (awesome and patient) and I went for quite a bit of time, discussing ideas/additions/etc, to help make an "as-accurate-as-possible" Transformers Prime : Ultimate Predaking. Where to begin....This originally started as a Beast Fire Predaking figure (leader class) - It was quite far from accurate. The commissioner supplied me with MANY high-res stills of the character. He/we also worked with some of the best 3D designers to create many replacement and add-on parts.
HEAD : This custom Predaking has a new custom head designed by Incedius, and printed via Shapeways. The face (frosted ultra detail) actually had 2 eye holes which I filled in with clear epoxy to allow the 3mm yellow LED light inside to shine through. The head's 2 large horns connect via ball joints and fold out, then back, then down to fit inside the dragon neck when transformed into alt mode.The new custom head also sits on a new neck/collar shape also designed by Incedius and printed on shapeways. The original neck/collar/neck area was removed to allow for all the new parts.
LEGS / ARMS :Predaking's upper arms and upper legs were shortened a bit. All "hollow" areas as well as some of the Cybertronian tattoos were filled with 2-part epoxy clay, then sanded smooth. his 5mm ports on the forearms were removed. He also has fully articulated hands. Each finger connect to the palm via a ball joint and then has a hinge type joint on the knuckle. These articulated hands were designed also by Incedius (shpws.me/q4NZ) I recommend the "Strong White Flexible" printed material. These hands also have his signature arc shaped designs on the back of the palm and the hands are designed to hold 5mm weapons as well. On the lower legs, I added the blade/fin type shapes (orange) and there are 2 on each leg (one outer, one inner) the outer ones are magnetically attached and need to be swapped to the other leg when in Dragon/Beast mode to fit/Transform properly.
CHEST / BACK : A small embossed "Predacon" symbol was added to the chest. On Predaking's back are 2 "faux" wing attachments which have hingable smaller wings (accurate to the show's CGI) that clip onto the cylindrical shapes on his back (same as the stock wings) these add-on parts also have awesome giant spikes going upwards, making him even more accurate. These were designed by Incedius and were also printed via Shapeways. I believe these are exclusive to this commissioner's project only.
VOICE CHIP and ELECTRONICS : Predaking got one of the coolest upgrade options ever. A voice chip/module custom programmed and built. This module and speaker were all integrated into the chest/torso of Predaking and are discretely hidden. It contains SEVER different voice phrases. It is powered by 4.5 volts of juice, which is a series of coin batteries in one of the AA battery areas. The "push to activate" button is located under the battery unit. The batteries are east to access in case they ever get weak or worn out. In addition, the head's LED and chest LED are sync'd to the voice module, so while he's talking, they light up to accent the audio. I believe this is the (at least my) first custom with a completely custom made sound module! See the video!
Predaking's voice phrases are :
I AM NOT YOUR BOSS! I AM YOUR KING!
PREPARE TO PERISH!
I WILL TEAR YOU APART!
THE TIME HAS COME FOR YOUR EXTINCTION!
GOOD, NOW YOU KNOW WHAT MY FELLOW PREDACONS ENDURED BEFORE YOU MASACRED THEM!
I AM NO BEAST!
I AM PREDAKING!
BEAST MODE : Predaking's beast mode has many add ons. To begin with., his back was retooled and reworked to give better details (which also hide the electronics. The incredible articulated tail has 16 points of articulation, and is super accurate! It was designed by Ariel Lemon and printed via Shapeways. The rugged tail design also includes Ariel Lemon's "extension" This new articulated tail also has a 5mm post on the base, so Predaking can hold it in his new articulated hands! You can find Ariel Lemon's tail on Shapeways here : www.shapeways.com/model/1320083/articulated-predaking-tai...
Predaking's Dragon head and articulated neck were designed by Incedius and (again) printed via Shapeways. The neck has 7 points of articulation. The dragon head has 4 points of articulation as well (2 on the "splitting" jaw and 2 on the mandibles) It's also designed to hold an LED light, which I replaced with a new (brighter) yellow 3mm LED. The wire for this light runs down the neck to the base where an on/off switch controls it. The battery to the Dragon's head LED is easy access in case it needs replacing. You can find Incedius' Articulated Neck and accurate Dragon head here : www.shapeways.com/model/1277613/ultimate-tfp-beast-king-h... (Again, I suggest the white strong flexible material for this print) I took it upon myself to add on some new thin spikes on the top of the dragon's snout as well as 2 sets of longer whisker type parts on the bottom of the jaw.
From tail's end to dragon nose tip, Predaking is about 25" inches in length!!!
Finally, the Dragon wings have had some upgrades as well. I removed all the "webbing" (plastic filler) between some of the wing "bones" and sharpened up all the points. These wings were also given awesome extensions (designed by Incedius) which add a few more inches to each wing and another hinged point of articulation. With these extensions, Predaking's wing span is a whopping TWENTY NINE inches wide!!!
ADDITIONAL : Predaking was also geared up with some nice hand weapons designed by "Customs by Z", these were printed via Shapeways and have ball joints which plug into the existing sockets on the wrists. Also, Predaking wouldn't be complete without a nice light up display base. The base is 10 inches in diameter and approx. 3" tall. It is outfitted with an inner string/loop of red LED lights. It is adapted to be powered through a normal 120v wall outlet. The top of the base is acrylic/plexiglass and has an embossed Predacon symbol which catches the red LED lights on it's edges.
All in all, I loved this project. Originally, I knew nothing about the character, and now that it's done, Predaking is one of my favorite Transformers!
Tantrum stomped hoof by hoof toward his target while the electricity bursting from his horns pounded into Razorclaw until something inside the commander snapped! The lion let out a roar that chilled even Headstrong to the bone. Razorclaw flipped to his feet and jumped high, transforming to his warrior mode. With the lightning still pounding into him, Razorclaw reached back and pulled out his sonic sword. Tantrum anticipated the attack and calculated Razorclaw's swing radius. The bull jumped out of the immediate sword attack only to find that he had been duped and had jumped into the sights of Razorclaw's arm-mounted concussion blaster! Blast after blast landed square on Tantrum's chassis until finally the bull fell to the ground, smoking from all over. Razorclaw let out a battel cry to celebrate his victory and the other Predacon's walked cautiously toward the victor.
Divebomb: “Is he...?”
Headstrong elbowed Divebomb in the side.
Headstrong: “Divebomb, you go fix Tantrum. Me, Razorclaw and Rampage can look for prey. Right Razorclaw?”
Razorclaw looked down at the shattered Tantrum, starlight gleaming from the edge of his blade.
Razorclaw: “Affirmative.”
I thought my Divebomb was the best looking and most acurate of all the Predacons I made, so I wanted to share a few extra pics of him.
This is one of my favorite custom projects to date. The client (awesome and patient) and I went for quite a bit of time, discussing ideas/additions/etc, to help make an "as-accurate-as-possible" Transformers Prime : Ultimate Predaking. Where to begin....This originally started as a Beast Fire Predaking figure (leader class) - It was quite far from accurate. The commissioner supplied me with MANY high-res stills of the character. He/we also worked with some of the best 3D designers to create many replacement and add-on parts.
HEAD : This custom Predaking has a new custom head designed by Incedius, and printed via Shapeways. The face (frosted ultra detail) actually had 2 eye holes which I filled in with clear epoxy to allow the 3mm yellow LED light inside to shine through. The head's 2 large horns connect via ball joints and fold out, then back, then down to fit inside the dragon neck when transformed into alt mode.The new custom head also sits on a new neck/collar shape also designed by Incedius and printed on shapeways. The original neck/collar/neck area was removed to allow for all the new parts.
LEGS / ARMS :Predaking's upper arms and upper legs were shortened a bit. All "hollow" areas as well as some of the Cybertronian tattoos were filled with 2-part epoxy clay, then sanded smooth. his 5mm ports on the forearms were removed. He also has fully articulated hands. Each finger connect to the palm via a ball joint and then has a hinge type joint on the knuckle. These articulated hands were designed also by Incedius (shpws.me/q4NZ) I recommend the "Strong White Flexible" printed material. These hands also have his signature arc shaped designs on the back of the palm and the hands are designed to hold 5mm weapons as well. On the lower legs, I added the blade/fin type shapes (orange) and there are 2 on each leg (one outer, one inner) the outer ones are magnetically attached and need to be swapped to the other leg when in Dragon/Beast mode to fit/Transform properly.
CHEST / BACK : A small embossed "Predacon" symbol was added to the chest. On Predaking's back are 2 "faux" wing attachments which have hingable smaller wings (accurate to the show's CGI) that clip onto the cylindrical shapes on his back (same as the stock wings) these add-on parts also have awesome giant spikes going upwards, making him even more accurate. These were designed by Incedius and were also printed via Shapeways. I believe these are exclusive to this commissioner's project only.
VOICE CHIP and ELECTRONICS : Predaking got one of the coolest upgrade options ever. A voice chip/module custom programmed and built. This module and speaker were all integrated into the chest/torso of Predaking and are discretely hidden. It contains SEVER different voice phrases. It is powered by 4.5 volts of juice, which is a series of coin batteries in one of the AA battery areas. The "push to activate" button is located under the battery unit. The batteries are east to access in case they ever get weak or worn out. In addition, the head's LED and chest LED are sync'd to the voice module, so while he's talking, they light up to accent the audio. I believe this is the (at least my) first custom with a completely custom made sound module! See the video!
Predaking's voice phrases are :
I AM NOT YOUR BOSS! I AM YOUR KING!
PREPARE TO PERISH!
I WILL TEAR YOU APART!
THE TIME HAS COME FOR YOUR EXTINCTION!
GOOD, NOW YOU KNOW WHAT MY FELLOW PREDACONS ENDURED BEFORE YOU MASACRED THEM!
I AM NO BEAST!
I AM PREDAKING!
BEAST MODE : Predaking's beast mode has many add ons. To begin with., his back was retooled and reworked to give better details (which also hide the electronics. The incredible articulated tail has 16 points of articulation, and is super accurate! It was designed by Ariel Lemon and printed via Shapeways. The rugged tail design also includes Ariel Lemon's "extension" This new articulated tail also has a 5mm post on the base, so Predaking can hold it in his new articulated hands! You can find Ariel Lemon's tail on Shapeways here : www.shapeways.com/model/1320083/articulated-predaking-tai...
Predaking's Dragon head and articulated neck were designed by Incedius and (again) printed via Shapeways. The neck has 7 points of articulation. The dragon head has 4 points of articulation as well (2 on the "splitting" jaw and 2 on the mandibles) It's also designed to hold an LED light, which I replaced with a new (brighter) yellow 3mm LED. The wire for this light runs down the neck to the base where an on/off switch controls it. The battery to the Dragon's head LED is easy access in case it needs replacing. You can find Incedius' Articulated Neck and accurate Dragon head here : www.shapeways.com/model/1277613/ultimate-tfp-beast-king-h... (Again, I suggest the white strong flexible material for this print) I took it upon myself to add on some new thin spikes on the top of the dragon's snout as well as 2 sets of longer whisker type parts on the bottom of the jaw.
From tail's end to dragon nose tip, Predaking is about 25" inches in length!!!
Finally, the Dragon wings have had some upgrades as well. I removed all the "webbing" (plastic filler) between some of the wing "bones" and sharpened up all the points. These wings were also given awesome extensions (designed by Incedius) which add a few more inches to each wing and another hinged point of articulation. With these extensions, Predaking's wing span is a whopping TWENTY NINE inches wide!!!
ADDITIONAL : Predaking was also geared up with some nice hand weapons designed by "Customs by Z", these were printed via Shapeways and have ball joints which plug into the existing sockets on the wrists. Also, Predaking wouldn't be complete without a nice light up display base. The base is 10 inches in diameter and approx. 3" tall. It is outfitted with an inner string/loop of red LED lights. It is adapted to be powered through a normal 120v wall outlet. The top of the base is acrylic/plexiglass and has an embossed Predacon symbol which catches the red LED lights on it's edges.
All in all, I loved this project. Originally, I knew nothing about the character, and now that it's done, Predaking is one of my favorite Transformers!
Millennia ago, a civilisation witnessed the wars between beasts over a mysterious golden disk, an artefact said to contain secrets of ancient past…and far future.
They safeguarded the shining “disco del sol” in a temple deep in the jungles, hidden from the tyrannical jaws of evil. With it, they carved into its walls the legend of these brave and fearsome beast machines.
With the passing of time the civilisation fell, and with it the whereabouts of the temple.
Now, it has been found again, and various faces of good and evil are on the verge of clashing for its power again…
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This is the first of my shelf dioramas made for my non-Lego figures (mainly transformers)!
My idea started when I was quickly running out of space for the few shelves I’d allocated for transformers, and what started as a raised platform eventually got to the idea of a diorama scene that works for photoshoots as well.
The Rise of the Beasts movie was the main inspiration in doing a temple inspired by various mesoamerican civilisations mixed with Beast Wars elements, most notably the golden artefact and the wall murals of the maximals and predacons.
Razorclaw spun around to face the rage filled bull but he had no time to react. Tantrum's metal horns and armoured head crashed into the black and yellow lion. Tantrum's deadly horns penetrated Razorclaw's armour and the heavy head of the bull flung his commander into the air. The Predacons watched in shock as Tantrum commenced another charge before the lion had even returned to the ground. Again the bull's horns pierced the lion's shoulder as its crashing head weakened his commander's armour further. The Predacon lion screeched along the ground, tumbling head over heels at the blow until he came to a stop in the debris. Catching Razorclaw off-guard was a rare event as Tantrum's approach was masked by the chattering Predacons and Headstrong's vile emission. Razorclaw was off-guard no more.
Razorclaw: “Tantrum! Stand down!”
Tatrum: “Blow it out your exhaust Razorclaw!”
Tantrum began another charge but this time, Razorclaw was low to the ground ready. As Tantrum approached, Razorclaw leapt high into the air and took a precision swipe at the neck joint of the armoured bull. Razorclaw's razor sharp claws dug deep gashes in the armour of Tantrum and exposed delicate gearing, but it was nowhere near enough to stop the raging bull. As Razorclaw arced over Tantrum, the bull thrust all his weight forward and kicked his hind feet high. The blow landed square in Razorclaw's side, sending the commander crashing painfully into what was left of a wall. The wall shattered when Razorclaw smashed into it and dust filled the air. A few meters away, Headstrong squinted his optic visor, struggling to see through the dust and debris.
Tantrum showed no sign of slowing down as rage flooded his every circuit. Electricity began to crackle around his horns and he unleashed his fury through his head-mounted arsenal. Lightning shot from each of his horns and torn into Razorclaw's beast form. Razorclaw convulsed in pain, but Tantrum would not cease his assault.
Tantrum: “How're you liking this, boss?! Huh?!? How're you liking this!?!”
Divebomb looked at Headstrong with concern but his colleague was just chuckling to himself.
Divebomb: “Uh, somebody should really stop this, doncha think?”
Headstrong waved off Divebomb's concern.
Headstrong: “Nah. They're just blowin' off steam Divebomb. Besides, this is fun.”
Over the landscape formerly known as the Dead End, the massive metallic eagle designated Divebomb soared majestically through the sky. Smoke still lingered in the air, swirling to the sky from the smoldering wreckage below. Divebomb seemed gleeful as he occasionally loop-de-looped through the smokey ringlets that had formed high above.
On the surface below, Divebomb's brethren, better known collectively as the Predacons, barreled over the metallic landscape. Four armoured steel beasts, a vicious tiger, a powerful rhino, a terrifying bull and a rampaging lion, strode vigilantly to their target. Not all of Divebomb's ground-based colleagues were thrilled about the frantic pace. The armoured rhinoceros named Headstrong, as stubborn as his name would suggest, felt no shame in voicing his frustration to his leader.
Headstrong: “For slag's sake Razorclaw, why don't we just fly if we're gonna run this fast? I can't keep up like this!”
The lion named Razorclaw, the shrewd commander of the Predacon sub-group, answered the rhino through a clenched jaw.
Razorclaw: “We need to stay on the ground for better sensory exploration Headstrong. I know what I'm doing.”
Headstrong snorted and stopped abruptly, digging his hooves into the metallic ground.
Headstrong: “You and Rampage have the sensor array to take care of that crap Razorclaw. I'm flyin'.”
The metal rhino transformed and leapt to the sky, able to fly in his warrior mode. He looked down at his bull-shaped counterpart.
Headstrong: “Stop being a fruit and come on Tantrum!”
Tantrum looked quickly to Razorclaw and then slammed on the brakes as well.
Tantrum: “This is stupid. I'm not flying and I'm not running. I'm walking.”
Razorclaw stopped and in turn so did his tiger-shaped colleague Rampage. He they turned to face Tantrum who snorted defiantly at the pair.
Tantrum: “If you're gonna try to mean-mug me, I'm not even gonna walk!”
Razorclaw felt rage flood his circuits at the blatant disrespect shown from his teammates. His red optics narrowed to intimidating slits.
Razorclaw: “We have been given a job Tantrum. A job by Megatron. I will not have our team fail and insolence will not be tolerated.”
Tantrum responded with another snort, steam and lubricant bursting from his nostrils. His front feet began to dig into the ground, ready to charge. An excited cry from high above pulled the pair of Predacons from the intensity of the moment.
Headstrong: “Hey fruits! Divebomb's found something! Stop yankin' your circuits and let's go!”
Razorclaw, always one to acknowledge the importance of business before pleasure, roared immediately and leapt towards Headstrong's indication. Rampage followed but Tantrum was less than accommodating. He transformed and bellowed at his commander.
Tantrum: “Get back over here Razorclaw! I'm not done with you!”
Razorclaw and the other Predacons ignored Tantrum's rage and raced towards Headstrong who was now standing proud on the smokey surface at their destination. Divebomb, also in warrior mode, was at his side.
Headstrong: “Who needs fruity sensor arrays when you've got the advantage of an eye in the sky, right Divebomb?”
Divebomb smiled and began to look around the site, picking through the debris on the ground. It appeared that the site was once a dwelling of some sort. Divebomb could not make heads or tails of most of the scattered debris in the area but there were some identifiable items that would indicate a home of sorts. Divebomb looked at Headstrong and shrugged.
Divebomb: “Someone lived here I guess. Weird. I thought the Vehicons had run all the locals out ages ago.”
Headstrong: “Guess they missed somethin'. Cybertron's a big place.”
Razorclaw and Rampage joined their colleagues in the debris. The tiger reverted to his warrior form but Razorclaw inhaled sharply through his olfactory sensors. A look of disgust instantly overtook his lion features and Headstrong nodded proudly.
Headstrong: “Yup. That was me. Silent but violent.”
Rampage: “You're disgusting. Hey look! A tv!”
Rampage ran over to a shattered television and tried in vain to piece it together.
Razorclaw explored the strewn debris with his nose to the ground and Headstrong chuckled.
Headstrong: “Heh heh. Hey guys, Razorclaw is giving the ground a pugging like it's nobody's business!”
Divebomb chuckled at Headstrong's playful jab while Rampage tried in vain to piece the broken parts of the shattered television together, Razorclaw ignored his mob and snarled.
Razorclaw: “Can you not smell it?”
Headstrong wafted the air from his nose and scrunched his face.
Headstrong: “Of course we can smell it, heh heh.”
Razorclaw flicked his head towards the inappropriate Headstrong. The diamonds in the lion's eyes silenced the rhino and Headstrong knew he had pushed his commander too far.
Razorclaw: “Silence fool! I have found... prey.”
All heads turned to the sudden incoming sound of pounding metal hooves.
Tantrum: “So have I!”
Jetstorm streaked over the immaculate metallic state of Kaon toward its menacing capitol, Kolkular. Jetstorm soared with his afterburn on in a world of self indulgence. It's not that Jetstorm looked even once at the Cybertronians down below. The thought never even occurred to him. He just assumed that they were all looking up at him and he intended on putting on a show.
As he screamed toward the capitol, a city completely separated from the surrounding landscape as it rested high above the surface on a twisted spindle of pipes, cables and conduits, he thought of what he would tell his superiors. He had slain his own aero-drones out of frustration and had no true justifiable explanation as to why he returned to Kolkular alone. He did not even get a visual on the intended target. Still, he took comfort in the knowledge that he was Jetstorm and Jetstorm was very good with words. It was a fact that he felt had kept him alive this far, for Jetstorm's confidence was only overshadowed by his arrogance.
Inside a command centre, Stellar Nova ordered a flight-door open. The commander of the Decepticon Pretenders, a Decepticon housed within an intimidating shell of technorganic flesh and bone named Skullgrin, hit a console that triggered large ceiling-mounted panels to slide open. As the door opened, Jetstorm streaked inside and transformed. He hovered in front of Stellar Nova above the ground, unwilling to let his feet be soiled by the surface. He looked back at the closing door.
Jetstorm: “You cut that one a little close Nova. It was almost like you didn't want to see me, but that's just ridiculous! So how have you been, baby?”
Stellar Nova had long grown accustom to Jetstorm's hubris and got to the point.
Stellar Nova: “You lost your drones?”
Jetstorm: “Drones? I never had any.”
Nova's metal brow furled.
Jetstorm: “Look sweetheart, you don't need to know what happened to my drones, ok? I call the shots around here.”
Suddenly the large armoured entrance door hissed open and Jetstorm's fuel froze.
Deathsaurus: “We both know that is a lie.”
The repulsor pads of Jetstorm instantly unfolded into his feet which gracefully fell to the ground at the unexpected entrance of the terrifying Destron. Behind the mighty Deathsaurus strode Megatron himself.
Jetstorm: “Magnificence! I had no idea...”
Megatron raised his hand and Jetstorm fell silent.
Megatron: “That is quite often the case Jetstorm. A fact that I am starting to find quite concerning, yes.”
Megatron and Deathsaurus strode face to face with Jetstorm. They acknowledged no one else in the room, not even Megatron's own mother.
Megatron: “The Destrons have alerted me to something I find most alarming Jetstorm. I am hoping that you might be in a position to help me. You see, both Gigatron and Deathsaurus have sensed a presence that appeared out of the blue at the same coordinates as the target site that you and your team had struck. So tell me Jetstorm, what did you see?”
Jetstorm paused for a moment. He could not reveal that he never approached the site, nor that he was responsible for sending the drones that did see the site offline.
Jetstorm: “Nothing out of the ordinary, your Mightiness. We just struck the target and left.”
Megatron narrowed his optics.
Megatron: “If you struck the target, then what happened to your team?”
Jetstorm could not be sure, but he felt as though the bladed wings of Deathsaurus twitched for an instant. The same bladed wings that decapitated both Galvatron and the father of the present Megatron shortly before the fabled Peace Treaty Signing. Jetstorm's feet merged and he began to hover just in case a fast getaway was required.
Jetstorm: “My team? They were... atacked... by the Autobot resistance.”
If Jetstorm could smile through his faceplate to punctuate his absent sincerity, he would have. Megatron held met his gaze, his mouth twisted in scepticism.
Megatron: “And you failed to report this while onsite?”
Jetstorm: “Comm-link was broke in the battle your Excellence. My automatic repairs had only just brought it back online.”
The Vehicon General flinched slightly at the guffaw of the massive Destron that stood behind Megatron. A brief bout of silence followed as Megatron considered Jetstorm's case.
Megatron: “You're smooth Jetstorm, yes. And time will test your honesty. Stellar Nova?”
Megatron turned to face Nova who stood at attention.
Megatron: “Contact Razorclaw and his Predacons. Send him to the coordinates that was Jetstorm's target. Let's see if they can confirm Jetstorm's recollection of events. Yes.”
This creation, coded name "Project Tantrum" (a reference to G1 Transformer Predacon Tantrum that turned into a buffalo) ... was made using only parts from LEGO Creator 31073: Mythical Creatures (released in the year 2018)
For building instructions /tutorial, click on my youtube link below:
Megatron stood in a control room beside a communication console. On the other end of the communicator, Razorclaw had completed his report on the findings of his team. Hovering at Megatron's side and filling with dread was the Vehicon General, Jetstorm. Megatron summarized Razorclaw's report with melodrama.
Megatron: “So there is no evidence of the Autobot resistance? I wonder how this could possibly be? Jetstorm assured me that his team was attacked by an Autobot resistance and it would be quite uncharacteristic of him to attempt to deceive me, yes.”
Jetstorm's mind raced to fabricate another story to hide his failure to live up to his duties.
Jetstorm: “It was a long distance attack, magnificence. Airborne. They came from out of no where and struck hard and fast. My... my poor drones didn't know what hit them.”
For an instant, Megatron glared at Jetstorm with a tempest fury behind his optics. Megatron was well aware of Jetstorm's lie and he quickly weighed his fury against Jetstorm's worth. He was not aware of any airborne Autobots at all on Cybertron. None had ever been reported. Megatron chose to play a game for his own amusement. In reality, the game was to help Megatron justify that Jetstorm was still worth more alive than dead, despite his current attempt at blatant deception. Megatron wanted to see how the general would handle his line of questioning.
Megatron: “Airborne Autobots?”
Jetstorm could not believe Megatron was buying this. His mind pieced together a complete tale.
Jetstorm: “Yes your excellenceyness. I know what you're thinking! I was surprised too! I had certainly not been aware of any flight-capable Autobots on Cybertron but hey, they are slippery little suckers aren't they?”
Megatron's optics turned to slits.
Megatron: “Yes. Slippery indeed.”
Suddenly, Megatron's face turned matter-of-fact and he shrugged off the lie of Jetstorm.
Megatron: “Well, if there is an airborne threat, then I suppose I will have to send in my airborne specialist. Go Jetstorm and join Razorclaw in his hunt. Find this flight-capable Autobot and bring me his head.”
Jetstorm's optics shifted to the side.
Jetstorm: “Uh, you want me to hunt with the Predacons?”
Megatron: “Well, they will surely need your help if they are to bring down such a deadly foe.”
Jetstorm: “Riiight. Ok, well... I shall go my liege. I won't disappoint. Jetstorm, afterburn!”
As the general shifted to his alternate mode, Megatron rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
Megatron: “See that you don't. Yes.”
Megatron turned to exit the communications room. As the door slid open, the supreme ruler of Cybertron was startled to find Deathsuarus standing directly behind it.
Megatron: “Ah, Deathsaurus. I thought that you had gone to deliver your report to Gigatron.”
It was immediately clear to Megatron that something within the Destron had changed. There was an intensity beneath his words that Megatron had not seen in Deathsaurus for some time.
Deathsaurus: “The Predacons cannot alter the parameters of their mission. Their mission was not to track down Autobots that do not exist.”
Megatron mentally cursed himself for showing any sign of intimidation towards the Destron. Megatron was the proven Decepticon Chosen One and the undisputed Conqueror of Cybertron! He had nothing to fear from a Destron, not even one as powerful as Deathsaurus. The only problem with that theory was that Megatron was far too intelligent to believe it. The Destrons were always a threat
Megatron: “I have it all under control Deathsaurus. The Predacons will not deviate from their mission but they will administer some... retribution on Jetstorm's arrival.”
Deathsaurus remained unmoved. Megatron was not happy about this. He would not be intimidated. An intentional sternness was injected into his voice.
Megatron: “Now I have some questions for you, Deathsaurus. What exactly are you expecting Razorclaw to find at the site?”
Deathsaurus remained immobile, holding Megatron in his glare. After a long pause, he spoke.
Deathsaurus: “A presence.”
Megatron took an authoritative step towards the Destron.
Megatron: “What sort of presence?”
Deathsaurus continued to stand, unaffected by Megatron's attempt at intimidation.
Deathsaurus: “Further information will only be supplied upon Gigatron's command.”
Deathsaurus turned away from the Decepticon Chosen One and Megatron felt his incredulity swell.
Megatron: “How dare you!”
Deathsaurus paused and if Megatron had not been so outraged at the Destron's insolence, he may have felt some satisfaction. However, the satisfaction would have been unwarranted. Deathsauraus tuned his head slightly, feeling no need to meet Megatron's glare.
Deathsaurus: “This is not your business, Megatron.”
Megatron: “This is my planet! Everything is my business!”
Deathsaurus remained unphased my Megatron's outburst and continued to speak in a deliberate tone. He had still not fully turned around.
Deathsaurus: “And it will continue to be your planet. To that end, you have nothing to fear.”
Megatron's rage exploded! He grabbed Deathsaurus by the shoulder and spun him around.
Megatron: “I will not be spoken to this way! You will answer my question or you will face my wrath!”
The face of Deathsaurus revealed nothing. Although his rage would not allow it to show, the flat response of the Destron chilled Megatron to the core.
Deathsaurus: “I accept that your wrath is mighty, but be warned: wrath set upon me will only invoke an unequalled wrath upon you. The wrath of Unicron.”
Shokaract was a Botcon 2000 exclusive repaint of Beast Wars Transmetal Rampage. He was later featured in the (very good, in my humble opinion) IDW Beast Wars comics.
This is one of my favorite custom projects to date. The client (awesome and patient) and I went for quite a bit of time, discussing ideas/additions/etc, to help make an "as-accurate-as-possible" Transformers Prime : Ultimate Predaking. Where to begin....This originally started as a Beast Fire Predaking figure (leader class) - It was quite far from accurate. The commissioner supplied me with MANY high-res stills of the character. He/we also worked with some of the best 3D designers to create many replacement and add-on parts.
HEAD : This custom Predaking has a new custom head designed by Incedius, and printed via Shapeways. The face (frosted ultra detail) actually had 2 eye holes which I filled in with clear epoxy to allow the 3mm yellow LED light inside to shine through. The head's 2 large horns connect via ball joints and fold out, then back, then down to fit inside the dragon neck when transformed into alt mode.The new custom head also sits on a new neck/collar shape also designed by Incedius and printed on shapeways. The original neck/collar/neck area was removed to allow for all the new parts.
LEGS / ARMS :Predaking's upper arms and upper legs were shortened a bit. All "hollow" areas as well as some of the Cybertronian tattoos were filled with 2-part epoxy clay, then sanded smooth. his 5mm ports on the forearms were removed. He also has fully articulated hands. Each finger connect to the palm via a ball joint and then has a hinge type joint on the knuckle. These articulated hands were designed also by Incedius (shpws.me/q4NZ) I recommend the "Strong White Flexible" printed material. These hands also have his signature arc shaped designs on the back of the palm and the hands are designed to hold 5mm weapons as well. On the lower legs, I added the blade/fin type shapes (orange) and there are 2 on each leg (one outer, one inner) the outer ones are magnetically attached and need to be swapped to the other leg when in Dragon/Beast mode to fit/Transform properly.
CHEST / BACK : A small embossed "Predacon" symbol was added to the chest. On Predaking's back are 2 "faux" wing attachments which have hingable smaller wings (accurate to the show's CGI) that clip onto the cylindrical shapes on his back (same as the stock wings) these add-on parts also have awesome giant spikes going upwards, making him even more accurate. These were designed by Incedius and were also printed via Shapeways. I believe these are exclusive to this commissioner's project only.
VOICE CHIP and ELECTRONICS : Predaking got one of the coolest upgrade options ever. A voice chip/module custom programmed and built. This module and speaker were all integrated into the chest/torso of Predaking and are discretely hidden. It contains SEVER different voice phrases. It is powered by 4.5 volts of juice, which is a series of coin batteries in one of the AA battery areas. The "push to activate" button is located under the battery unit. The batteries are east to access in case they ever get weak or worn out. In addition, the head's LED and chest LED are sync'd to the voice module, so while he's talking, they light up to accent the audio. I believe this is the (at least my) first custom with a completely custom made sound module! See the video!
Predaking's voice phrases are :
I AM NOT YOUR BOSS! I AM YOUR KING!
PREPARE TO PERISH!
I WILL TEAR YOU APART!
THE TIME HAS COME FOR YOUR EXTINCTION!
GOOD, NOW YOU KNOW WHAT MY FELLOW PREDACONS ENDURED BEFORE YOU MASACRED THEM!
I AM NO BEAST!
I AM PREDAKING!
BEAST MODE : Predaking's beast mode has many add ons. To begin with., his back was retooled and reworked to give better details (which also hide the electronics. The incredible articulated tail has 16 points of articulation, and is super accurate! It was designed by Ariel Lemon and printed via Shapeways. The rugged tail design also includes Ariel Lemon's "extension" This new articulated tail also has a 5mm post on the base, so Predaking can hold it in his new articulated hands! You can find Ariel Lemon's tail on Shapeways here : www.shapeways.com/model/1320083/articulated-predaking-tai...
Predaking's Dragon head and articulated neck were designed by Incedius and (again) printed via Shapeways. The neck has 7 points of articulation. The dragon head has 4 points of articulation as well (2 on the "splitting" jaw and 2 on the mandibles) It's also designed to hold an LED light, which I replaced with a new (brighter) yellow 3mm LED. The wire for this light runs down the neck to the base where an on/off switch controls it. The battery to the Dragon's head LED is easy access in case it needs replacing. You can find Incedius' Articulated Neck and accurate Dragon head here : www.shapeways.com/model/1277613/ultimate-tfp-beast-king-h... (Again, I suggest the white strong flexible material for this print) I took it upon myself to add on some new thin spikes on the top of the dragon's snout as well as 2 sets of longer whisker type parts on the bottom of the jaw.
From tail's end to dragon nose tip, Predaking is about 25" inches in length!!!
Finally, the Dragon wings have had some upgrades as well. I removed all the "webbing" (plastic filler) between some of the wing "bones" and sharpened up all the points. These wings were also given awesome extensions (designed by Incedius) which add a few more inches to each wing and another hinged point of articulation. With these extensions, Predaking's wing span is a whopping TWENTY NINE inches wide!!!
ADDITIONAL : Predaking was also geared up with some nice hand weapons designed by "Customs by Z", these were printed via Shapeways and have ball joints which plug into the existing sockets on the wrists. Also, Predaking wouldn't be complete without a nice light up display base. The base is 10 inches in diameter and approx. 3" tall. It is outfitted with an inner string/loop of red LED lights. It is adapted to be powered through a normal 120v wall outlet. The top of the base is acrylic/plexiglass and has an embossed Predacon symbol which catches the red LED lights on it's edges.
All in all, I loved this project. Originally, I knew nothing about the character, and now that it's done, Predaking is one of my favorite Transformers!
This super articulated Action-Master Masterpiece scale Predaking was built by thyvipera and painted by frenzyrumble. Awesome collaboration, took many months of communication and work. Predaking stands 20 inches tall from foot to head, and 24 inces tall from foot to back gun tip top. He's massive and has articulation : shoulders, elbows, upper/lower arm swivel, wrists, finger articulation, waist, hip, knee, ankle (swivel/back & forth), wings also swivel at 2 joints, head on ball joint. Predaking comes with a custom build giant gun that mounts to his left arm, oversized sword, and oversized giant wings and back-mounted guns.
Bored at work so I was thumbing through some of Shane's old pics. He said originally that he didn't care much for the original fire effect. Well, I don't have PS, I use Paint.Net AND I'm at work... preparing for a meeting (ýawn) tonight, so I thought I'd do my best with what I had at my disposal. Here's a link to Shane's older photo. www.flickr.com/photos/44212086@N04/5645099217/in/set-7215... Feel free to tell me that my update sucks :)
(Jay)