Hello there ! This will be my first fan-fiction I ever wrote. I am not sure the time intervals in which I will upload more content, so please be patient ^w^ Also, my first language isn't English, so I excuse myself from the beginning for any misunderstandings.
About the content:
⊠ The story might include characters from other Transformers series
⊠ Disclaimer: All the original characters belong to Hasbro except my OC
⊠ Any design change or reference to other Transformers series will be mentioned.
⊠ The story starts from the 4th episode of TFP
Warning! It contains graphic content, violence,swearing, alcohol and smoking in a moderate amount.
"Please, Lord Megatron, I meant no-ARHG!"
The warlord crashed the seekers frame on the Nemesis's floor. The dim deck had a few vehicons which worked to their stations, now looking to Starscream getting punished by their leader, and, as usual, the TIC, that watched silently and awaited the usual outcome, in which Starscream is somehow forgiven or left alive despite his failures.
"I ordered you to await my command! And instead, your mindless agenda resulted in the disassembling of my ship! And the delay of my plans!"
Stepping towards the mech, the titan kept yelling to his second in command, gradually increasing in volume with each word he barked out after each cowardly begging he listened to .
"My intentions were pure, Master. I only wanted you to be rid of Optimus."
His pede forcefully stepped on the upper frame of the mech, stomping and keeping him glued to the deck's floor.
"No one rids me of Optimus Prime but me! Do you understand?! Do you?!"
" Lord Megatron, I will make things right, I swear! I know how to set your plans back on course!"
[Later, on Nemesis' deck]
The nemesis now kept lazily hovering over Earth's atmosphere, and the silver former gladiator finally could contemplate in silence after Starscream left the deck. His crimson optics analyzed the planet, already imagining how his empire would expand all over it's surface.
The opening door caught his attention, turning his head only to catch a glimpse of his communication chief approaching.
"Ah, Soundwave. At last, somebot I can discuss with"
His voice finally seemed calm enough, which pleased Soundwave.
Despite his incapability of discussing directly with him, he still considered it an unspeakable honor, Megatron always seeming keen speaking of his ideals, concerns and plans to him .
"I am certain that you can recollect the fact that once my army arrives, and the autobots exterminated, Earth remains at my very servos..."
A proud statement brought a smirk on the warlord's faceplates, bringing his servos at his back and now his gaze laying on the purple painted mech
"Which brings the question...what will I do with it?" He answered himself "Of course, it will be under my direct command, and harvesting its resources seems like an eligible idea. Those resources will aid in the restoration of our home, and the indigenous species inhabiting it, shall perish."
A grave tone embraced his words, Soundwaves head turned to take a better look at his leader, silently listening, an image popping on his visor, then another, a whole series of images collected from the human network resembling their race enslaved and enslaving each other in their past. Megatron thoughtfully hummed at the obvious idea.
"Ingenious, Soundwave! Not only that I will have an entire army and 2 planets at my pedes, but also an entire colony of slaves."
A pause followed as more ideas seemed to cross his processor
"They will hand over all their resources. Once it's done, we can eradicate all the organic life in order to dig into Earth's core, finshing all that is left of it."
Megatron cunningly chuckled, his optics watching the Earth. Soundwave simply nodded, his visor reflecting the planet's surface .
"But to sustain a colony and establish order among them, we have to look thoroughly into their specie in order to be fully prepared when we will start the operations. Soundwave..."
The warlord looked at his most trusted soldier, leaning over a bit and looking right into his visor, seeing himself reflecting into it. His war scars crossing his faceplates left a bitter taste on his glossa, however, he considered them a privilege, a privilege of showing power and resilience.
"I leave this task in your servos. I fully trust that in any possible way, you will acquire all the necessary data we need about this specie."
Los Angeles has been embraced by winters air. The wind howled and crawled between the buildings, throwing the dust and light junk in the air, across the roads and making people slip swears and disgusted faces as they glued themselves on their clothes.
The mech never understood humankind. Wherever they went, they left junk they ate from, polymeric materials they liked to dye and paint shapes and symbols on, to make them attractive enough to pay for, only to throw them afterwards on the streets and dumpers, ending in different sites to decompose and rot, polluting their air and waters. This organic specie lacked the means of conservation, or so he assumed.
A tall male organic figure stood in front of a glass building. It was high and probably intimidating for any low class inhabitant of this city. He arranged his dark purple tie, as his eyes, that hide behind his black shaded glasses, analyzed the building, then his hands trailed to the sides of his striped black tuxedo , arranging the folded clothing piece rested on a grey shirt, matching his polished shoes while the trousers seemed to share the same striped model.
Such enormous structure for such tiny creatures.
He thought it was ironic, considering the cybertronian architecture.
The street shared men and women sharing his formality, rapidly roaming in and out of the said buildings. He made sure that when he would reach the city, he would search the high standardized areas, of which he presumed it was inhabited only by high educated humans, which could respond to his questions.
"Excuse me, may I ask you a few questions in the purpose of filling a public study regarding the final evolution stage of humanity?"
A man's voice in his 40s left his throat, stern and clear, joining his emotionless face. The questioned woman gave him a frown, not even stopping from walking
"Busy."
Not affected by the woman's tone, he did repeat the same question to another person, a man that was drinking his coffee by a fashion shop.
"I have no time man, my wife is going to come any minute"
Another useless reply.
"Excuse me, may I ask-"
"Are you from the design department on the 3rd floor?"
"No. May I ask you a few-"
"Sorry, you looked familiar. And my break is done"
With that being said, the man turned around and reentered the building.
Several hours went the same, and the ones he could interrogate, after two or more questions they looked freaked out enough to find an excuse to leave. He considered himself lucky the holoform couldn't acquire what humans called a dry mouth from the excessive talking, although his patience was slowly draining. Later, no humans seemed to come out of the buildings anymore, so he switched to the other side of the road, with shorter buildings, made of bricks. The people crossing at that time of the day were casually clothed, wandering in groups, talking all sort of nonsense. The space between the buildings was littered with junk and diverse papers, even homeless people.
Despite not being able to question the high educated ones, he did continue to ask even the casually clothed people, avoiding the few people that sat on the concrete with a can and diverse card boards in front of them, switching between each other every few hours, somehow convincing the people to throw their change in the greasy cans.
They were the same difficult as the previous ones, and from insisting so much, the groups and people ahead that spotted the man, avoided him and visual contact.
Fleshlings.
He thought, already losing hope, and what slightly annoyed him was a laughter behind him. Turning around, and looking down, he noticed the one laughing was a woman. Her long ginger hair was a total mess, covering a part of her face as she held her stomach. The mans eyes narrowed. A low class, homeless indigenous specimen was laughing. At him. The third in command to Lord Megatron himself, ex-member of the ruling council of Cybertron! He wasn't the one to act out alike to Starscream, yet this planet has already started to infuriate him.
Soundwave superior...Humans inferior
Keeping a straight face, the holoform cocked an eyebrow to her. Finally, she decided to stop and look up at him.
"You know, they might think you are trying to sell drugs" She spoke through her laughter, straightening her back.
"I am not. I am doing a public study regarding the final evolution stage of humanity" The answer took him a little, uploading voice recordings from the human network and adjusting them to the chosen voice of the holoform.
"Oh, really?"Her daring tone reached his audio sensors. A grin stretched on her freckled face in the meantime "And what is your opinion about it?"
That's it for the beginning.
As a side note, Soundwave uses other voice fragments collected from the internet to make his holoform speak.