Beast Wars Prowl redeco toy |
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| Autobot/Maximal | |
|---|---|
| Information | |
| Sub-group | Alternators, Transmetal II |
| Function | Military Strategist |
| Rank | 6.5 |
| Motto | "Logic is the ultimate weapon." "Logic provides the structure to be filled by the soul of creativity." |
| Alternate Modes | Transmetal II Great Horned Owl, Honda Integra/Acura RSX police car |
| Series | Transformers: Generation 1 Beast Wars |
| Voiced by | Michael Horton |
This Prowl's biography is distinctly familiar, being almost identical to that of the original Prowl, including his function as a military strategist, and even his motto. He strives to find logic and reasoning in everything. A listener, not a talker, he has the most sophisticated logic center of all the Maximals, which enables him to analyze and advise on complex combat situations almost instantaneously. He fires highly corrosive acid pellets, and is equipped with a cybernetic eye and frontal lobe, which interact with his wing-mounted ion orbs to supply him limited telekinetic power. He is afflicted with ironic, dry sense of humor. Believes himself to have been a great military strategist in a former life.
Although neither of these two Beast Wars Prowls puts in an appearance on the CGI-animated Beast Wars series, the original Prowl does: showing up briefly in flashbacks to the previous era and among the deactivated bodies littering The Ark.
Prowl started out as Chip Chase, a human ally of the Autobots in the Transformers original animated series. He is also the friend of Spike Witwicky. Chip is a paraplegic and uses a wheelchair.
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