Slutscream
Summary: What was supposed to be an uncovering of future plots ended up unlocking a hidden code in the SIC CPU. Now Megatron needs to find a way to bring back his treacherous seeker back.
Prologue
Starscream vented softly in his recharge. Completely unaware of the door to his berth room sliding open with a soft hiss, a silent shadow, walked in taking in the characteristics of the dark room.
Hiss
The door closed behind the approaching figure. The slumbering seeker turned in his recharge as the covers was carefully pulled off of him.
The mask 'con carefully and silently sat on the seeker's waist and stared down at closed shutters. Making a clicking sound his tentacles slithered out and moved over the frame in delicate touches. Sliding over the frame two of them connected into the known ports on his chassis and gathered information.
The mask 'con found the same plans but with many details and approaches, all of which he already knows. Allowing the third one to slither across the lithe frame only to come across a unnoticed port upon his neck cables. The end connected into the opening and watched as the lithe frame arched upward, optics snapping open and a gasping vent of surprise.
"S-soundwave!" The seeker vocals sharply hissed a whisper and his frame started to tremble when the masked 'con started to decode his firewalls. "Stop! Yo-yooouu…" Soundwave careful selected codes to take the firewall down. The seeker below him thrashed slightly, in attempt to him-sadly to no avail.
Soundwave broke through the last barrier watching with slight interest when the frame stopped. The lithe frame shaking and the red orbs wide with his derma open in a silent scream. "R…run." The seeker whispered with worry in his tone. The TIC watched in amazement and interest as the seeker twitched. The sounds of metal shifting on his wings, making them extend in three more in. Silver lined blue crest flipped on both sides of his helm and above his interface panel. The red orbs slow spreading in covering the mass of black on his optics, making them look much like Dreadwing but with Arachnids design in them.
The lithe frame twitched once more before relaxing on the birth. A soft smile slowly formed on the smooth face-plate when solid red optics looked at the TIC. Then Soundwave jumped when slick, sharp digits plucked at sensitive wires between his seams.