Binary Systems

by Azaxiel

Soundwave escapes from the shadowzone, having witnessed the final battle for Cybertron. Now that Megatron has ended the Decepticons, he wants nothing more than to live out the rest of his life in peaceful solitude with his one remaining symbiont. That is, until a new individual crashes into his existence. Rated T for Cybertronian cursing. AU/Takes place after Predacons Rising.

1. Foreward

So, a little housekeeping and changing things around. I had originally intended to start the story this way, but couldn't get it right the first 117 attempts. R&R and let me know what you think, and I promise, CH2 is coming before the end of the month. If I keep it in my head any longer, it'll likely drive me insane. Also, in case it helps, I listen to music while I write. I'll post what I'm listening to along with each chapter. For this short one, the Main Titles of Now You See Me 2, and the track called 300 Seconds from the same album.

So this is my first story here. Go easy on me ;) Gonna do my best to keep true to the characters (as I see them). This takes place after the events of Predacons Rising and gos AU from there. Locations come from this map: post/142122506177/map-of-cybertron-non-canon. Time scale is based on IDW comics. OC is mine, and even though you're about to see him, you won't truly meet him until later.

+symlink dialog+

Personal log – 001

"Here lies Pulsar" Seems strange to read to be able to read the words on ones own monument. My monument. A monument to me. No, I'm not dead. The monument is merely symbolic. Though seeing those words, comprehending their meaning, truly forces me to take stock in my life. The symbology of it forces me to look forward.

+The rebirth of Pulsar+

+Stay out of my logs, please Ravage?+

+*growl* As you wish+

She does make a good point. The monument represents a new beginning. My new beginning. Some time ago, I was someone else. Someone I've yet to become. And that someone died. Symbolically, anyways.

That's not really a good place to start, though, is it? Where should I begin? The first time I cam online, spark still cold?

No. That would be disingenuous. That would be me writing of someone whom I know little of. Only fragments, really.

+You said 'frag'-+

+Rumble, for Primus sake,-+

+Okay, okay, geez+

Soundwave tells me I should keep a log like this, to help me 'cope' with my memory loss. Looking at this monument, I think I'm coping just fine. Now, as for where to begin? I think the beginning of my new life is perhaps the best place to start. Now, I know what you may be thinking: If you're reading this now, then everything must be OK. Certainly, everything turns out fine in the end, right?

Don't be so quick to jump to conclusions. For every new beginning starts out with an end. Every chapter, has it's close. Let's start there. The end of my first life.