Prologue: Signal
Standing on a balcony overseeing the eastern section of Kaon,a tall and somewhat bulky Cybertronian called Soundwave viewed at the industrial city with little emotion. To be truthful, the Cybertronian had no emotions of great significance, having removed them from his processor a long time ago in his becoming years as a gladiator of this chaotic place.
Emotions is not needed in battle, it is a distraction.
Love, hate, sorrow, guilt...useless to him, only efficiency. It have been three cycles since his freedom from the gladiatorial arena, thanks to the Kaon's champion, Megatronus, and now they are fighting-politically and secretly physically-to bring the lower caste to a grower future, but the more privileged elite is standing in their way as predicted.
They needed a event that supported their cause, but it is growing increasingly difficult and they were running out of time. Just then, he saw a familiar figure gliding through the sky, a black-and-scarlet avian that moved quite well despite its angular appearance as it made little noise except for its chirping thrusters.
Laserbeak, his first and most trusted allies, returns from several cycles of scouting the city. Soundwave opened his chest cavity to allow the mini-con to transform in midair into a cassette-like form and fit into his appropriate place along with his fellows.
Closing his chest, Soundwave was bestowed new information that Laserbeak received and reveled in it. Knowledge was his fondest passion,because without it, a dark future awaits the ignorant. So, he collected as much as he can and as often as he can.
Just then, his advanced sensors alarmed him of a approaching Cybertronian. The signatures matched that of Orion Pax. Turning his head, he found it was him, a somewhat taller individual with the appearance of a noble, then again, he was a member of the higher caste; Data Archivist of the Hall of Records in Iacon to be correct.
Respectfully turning to Megatronus' protégé, Soundwave nodded as Orion's face reflected off his black visor. Use to the Gladiator's mute attitude, the Iaconian clerk nodded respectfully, "Soundwave, Megatronus requires your assistance in the briefing room immediately."
Striding down the dark hall with calculated steps as his long powerful arms swayed, Soundwave easily maneuvered through the former security base that serves as the Gladiator Movement's base of operations.
Entering the command center, he passed two gladiators that posted as security and approached the main computer, with his glorious leader standing before it.
Megatronus, Champion of the most bloodiest arena of Cybertron and Leader of this revolution against the privileged high-class, was a mighty warrior. Having survived many battles against the most fiercest creatures, but then again, Soundwave have survived similar battles.
The two have fought before and managed to get out of the arena alive; while Megatronus fought with brute force and overwhelming power, Soundwave use fluid speed and precision, never wasting his energy, always striking when it was necessary. The two were equals on different prospective and had each other's respect.
"YOU SUMMON ME, MEGATRONUS." Soundwave spoke at last, his voice monotoned and deep.
"Yes, Soundwave. We have intercepted a unusual signal and wanted your expertise on it." Megatronus said, moving aside for Soundwave to investigate. Reading the rapidly scrolling information on the screen, Soundwave easily comprehended and assorted the information until finally...
"THIS SIGNAL IS EMITTING FROM COLONY WORLD I6-77G, DIRGE III." Soundwave reported, but he noticed something different with anything he knew of, "IT IS UNFAMILIAR WITH ANY CLASSIFICATION OF CYBERTRONIAN SIGNALS MY DATABANKS UPHOLDS, BUT POSSESS SIMILIARITIES TO A DISTRESS CALL."
To hears this was bad news, when Soundwave wasn't familiar with something, it is time to worry. "This is not good, Soundwave. I need you to investigate this distress beacon, if we are successful in understanding its nature and perhaps help anyone in need, it will bring some respect from the higher ups." Megatronus , standing nearby, approached the two with a concerned face, "Megatronus, wouldn't be more effective to alarm the proper authorities of this event?"
"No, it would be wasteful to send them on a possible jest. Better to send a capable individual to confirm on said suspension." The well-worded gladiator replied, placing a comforting hand on the clerk's shoulder. Nodding in agreement, Orion approved.
Soundwave nodded, seeing the discussion is over, and walked out. "Best of luck, Soundwave." Orion said, prompting the silent mech to turn back slightly and nod in thanks. Walking to a landing pad, he waited for the ceiling compartment to open before transforming into a space-capable jet and blasted off in high-speed into Cybertron's atmosphere and beyond.
