"Lord Megatron" Soundwave inclined his head in respect. The gunmetal grey mech glowered from his throne-like chair.
"What did you want, Soundwave." Megatron gritted out.
"Proposal received. Veracity: High probability. Probable result of acceptance: Victory for Decepticon cause."Soundwave said. Megatron leaned forward in interest.
"One of the Prime's weaklings wants to turn traitor?" He purred his engine thrumming with subsonics. "I shouldn't be surprised. Which one is it?" He laughed mirthlessly. "Who is begging to betray his fellow Autobots in return for his pathetic life?"
"Situation: somewhat difficult." Soundwave started. He seemed almost hesitant despite his monotone voice. "Issue: Survival of Cybertron species. All-Spark: Destroyed. Other means of creation: Banned by Prime. Issues with creation: Many. Proposal: End war, begin repopulation. Requires: All Cybertronians currently known to be living."
"That is one of the few things Prime and I agree on. Split-sparks are abominations, weaklings, worse than adult-spark mechs. What was created once can be created again." Megatron rumbled warningly. "We will not be reduced to a parody of ourselves, each generation weaker than the last."
"Knowledge: can be regained." Soundwave agreed hurriedly. "Can knowledge: be regained in time?" He continued quickly. "Third creation method exists. Slow: Resource intensive. But: Creates full framed mecha; Not minibots." Megatron sat up straight, his optics cycled in surprise.
"Third method…?" He started, and then demanded "What are you talking about? There is no such thing."
Third method: Outlawed by priesthood long ago." Soundwave started."Spark shard creation: remnant. Priests could not force sparks to stop creation. Could remove: all support systems and programming: necessary to strengthen and frame new spark. Only a few clades: still retain ability. Renegade clades. Hidden clades." He paused.
"Mech known as: Autobot Jazz: member of hidden clade." He continued, then said "Soundwave: also." He stopped and winced. The explosion wasn't long in coming.
"also what…- WHAT!" The incensed warlord exploded out of his seat. "You lying waste of fuel. You never so much as hinted-Have you been in league with – how could you not, you sneaking, spying razor-snake…" He reached for the cowering mech, seizing him by the throat and lifting him until he dangled unresisting at the level of Megatron's optics.
"Lord – never, no: Loyal to Lord Megatron – Unknown: Jazz autobot origins – Only, Only wanted avoid programming conflict – Hard coded – protect clade from enemy. Clade cowards. Weaklings. If Megatron knew of them – Soundwave loyal to Megatron. Soundwave could not risk: conflict of loyalty programming. Forgive! Forgive Lord Megatron." Soundwave blurted, trying desperately to stay still and unresisting in Megatron's grasp.
"Do you expect me to believe that telepath?" Megatron's voice was a dangerous growl.
"Autobot Jazz: Not know: Member of different clade. Specialists; deep cover. Autobot Jazz cover persona." Soundwave insisted desperately. "Proposal from Meister. Meister not Autobot: Loyal to self only. Dedicated: continuing function of clade. Faction irrelevant."
"And you denying me potential allies with your silence?" Megatron grumbled. Soundwave did not relax.
"Sent messages; welcoming any. Clade did not respond. Refused to join Lord Megatron." Soundwave explained. "Cowards would only hide." Megatron's grip loosened. His head tilted.
"What about that other carrier? Blaster, I believe his name is." He asked.
"Soundwave cares not." Somehow he gave the impression of a shrug. "Do not know if clade member. Do no t care. Loyalty: to Megatron."