The emerald waters of the strange pool began to stir, a small pink point poking out of the green liquid. It got longer and longer, until the point had become a large metal titan. It sported a midnight blue and pink color scheme. If anyone viewing the event looked in the right places, they would've known the being was female.
But to the eight mechs there, the one they had known as Arcee was altered beyond measure.
She had increased in height over 20 feet, so as to be as tall as the Prime she served under. The winglets on her backstrut had grown larger and had twisted, their texture still metal but more featherlike in appearance. The side crests on her helm had doubled, the second pair facing upward, farther back than the first. Her center helm spike had grown another, shorter spike in front. The last major change was her servos and pedes, which had extended outwards into vicious claws. The rest of her body armor had merely extended and spiked up gotten the same, feathery texture her wings had.
She threw back her helm as a strange, avian cry issued from her throat components.
When she first spoke, it was in a voice heavily laden with ferocious aggression.
"I am Predaqueen, existing only to lead the Predacons in their primal resurgence!"