Disclaimer: Don't own Transformers
Turning the Tide
Author's Note: A G1 AU verse.
An explosion went off in the Autobot front lines, causing a shockwave in the process as an inventor watched from afar with an amused glint in his optics.
"It's beautiful." The inventor muttered, "And you thought it wouldn't work."
His companion narrowed his optic, glaring at the inventor who was taking image captures of the battlefield. "I never said that."
"No, but close enough." The inventor gave the one opticed mech a cheeky grin; "You thought I'd set it off on myself."
"Lord Megatron is not amused about the damages caused by the last project." The scientist retorted, crossing his arms beneath his large, purple chassis.
"He'll be content with my results." The slightly smaller Decepticon stated in a matter of fact tone, "I'd say ours, but you didn't trust me enough to actually help."
"With a record like yours, it's completely logical to be cautious around you."
The inventor packed what little supplies they had brought. "Shockwave, you should smile more. We'll get high grade to celebrate when we get back." He paused, raising an optic bridge as he examined Shockwave's face. "Do you even have a mouth?"
"My brother will be dissatisfied with the results." Shockwave mused, completely ignoring the question in the process. "You undoubtedly killed at least a handful of his best undercover agents."
"The old target was too predictable." The inventor shrugged, "Besides, we took out more Autobots than his agents ever could."
