Revenge

Character(s)/Pairing(s): Soundwave, Ravage
Timeline: Pre-war


The cold silence of space was a welcome escape for him.

Hanging in the void, on the edge of Cybertron's gravitational pull, Soundwave felt peace. The occasional radio wave tickled the underside of his sensors, while the background radiation of space thrummed against him, but it was nothing compared to the shrieking noise of Cybertron. He was quite content to simply drift there for stellar cycles at a time, until at last he fell back into the weak atmosphere of the planet below him. His creations slept peacefully within his chest. All was well.

"Get your slaggin' pet out from underneath my feet!"

Ravage stirred with an unhappy hum. The reason why Soundwave had retreated into orbit was still fresh in her young processor. The navy mech onlined his optics, dim and weary, at the feeling. His spark pulsed reassuringly, and discontent Ravage settled back inside him.

What could he have said? To reveal that Ravage was, in fact, his creation and not a symbiote as everyone believed, would have been disastrous. No, he'd simply glared at the mech, tucked Ravage back into her compartment and resolved to corrupt every one of the mech's personal files. He rarely used his talents for hacking, far more accustomed to simply sifting through information than tampering with it, but the insult to his daughter had been enough to spur him into action.

The mech was ruined.

Still…his revenge had been unsatisfying. It changed nothing; Soundwave still had to hide his splitspark nature. His creations still had to hide within his body, or under the guise of symbiotes (disgraceful). His sparklings shuddered within his chest, and he sighed.

With a twitch of his thrusters, he let himself descend back into Cybertron, ten-tonne weight dropping like a stone.