"Oh Soundy-kun. I so wish I could run my delicate servos against your hot, toned body. If only you had lips beneath that suave faceplate of yours. I long to hear your beautiful voice, my love. It is the choir of sweet angels ringing through my mind, lifting me up every time your blasters knock me down. Please reconsider your stance, my dear Soundy-kun. No war could ever create a divide between our sparks and our love. Leave that awful Megatron! That ugly old twat is no good for you, my love. Can't you see the truth? I'm waiting for you, dear. I'm ready to accept your love.. all of it. Please, dear. We can be happy together, for all of eternity! No mech will ever come between us! Just.. please. Come to me, Soundwave.

Love, Tracksy-chan~"

Tracks folded the paper into the hot pink envelope, and sealed it. The amorous mech placed the letter against his chest and let a deep, lusty sigh escape his intakes. "Soon, my love.. soon...".

Suddenly, the door behind him burst open, revealing a thick white frame. "Yo, duder! Optimus wants us all in the... huh? Whuzzat you got there, man?" A startled Tracks swiftly spun and faced his comrade, holding the envelope behind his chassis. "Damn it, Beachcomber! How many times must I tell you! Never interrupt me when I'm grooming!" "Heyyyyy, sorry man... but Optimus wants us all in the briefing room! We've got decepticon troubles!" Tracks furiously glared into the geologist's visor. "Fine! Now leave me alone! And close the door behind you!". Beachcomber shamefully glanced at his feet and followed Tracks' order. "Chill out man, chill.." Mumbled the blue-headed bot as he closed the door.

"Damned imbecile! Always bothering me when I'm swoooooning!" Tracks growled to himself. Tracks slid the envelope into the passenger compartment on his chest, and marched out of his room. As the brilliant blue mech strode down the halls of the Ark, he began to form a plan. "This is perfect!" Tracks thought to himself. "If we're battling the decepticons.. surely my love will be there as well! This is the perfect opportunity to send him my affection!"

Tracks stepped into the wide open command room and was immediately greeted by the booming voice of his commander. "Ah, Tracks. How nice of you to join us." "Sorry to leave you waiting, sir. I had.. other matters to attend to." "Nevertheless, we've got an important situation to deal with!". Tracks strolled across the floor and stood next to his comrade Smokescreen. "Ha. What took you so long, Tracks? Busy doing your makeup?" Smokescreen teasingly asked. "Shut up, Smokescreen! An ugly mug like yours could never appreciate the hard work I put into my beauty!"

"Quiet down, both of you! We're here to wage war, not engage in senseless bickering! Now listen up, you two. I need your talents for a very important mission." Optimus subtly lowered his voice. "The decepticons have taken one of our comrades hostage." "What!" Smokescreen interrupted. "Who could it have been! We've gotta do something!" "Calm down, Smokescreen. Mirage was infiltrating the decepticon base, trying to figure out their next move. Unfortunately, he has been captured."

Tracks stared vacantly into the distance, his spark pulsing with joy. "I do not care about this stupid mission.. it is nothing more than a chance to see my sparkmate!" Tracks ignored Optimus Prime's briefing and thought only of his beloved Soundwave. That finely sculpted frame.. Those shapely buttons on his pelvis.. Oh, how Tracks longed to press those buttons..

"Tracks. Are you listening?" "Huh? Oh, yes sir! Of course, sir!" Smokescreen chuckled beneath his intakes. "As I was saying, you two are the only ones suited to this job. A direct assault is far too dangerous. You two must race inside as fast as possible. Use your abilities to disrupt the decepticons. Once you're in, you must free Mirage. Hopefully your talents cause enough confusion to allow a hasty escape. You two must escort Mirage back to the Ark. Should you encounter trouble, do not hesitate to call for reinforcements."

The autobot cars saluted in unison. "Yes, sir! Of course, sir!"