When silence is Loudest chapter 2
Earlier that day…
Megatron was not worried about Soundwave.
It was a simple mission, and Soundwave was capable of much harder missions.
There was nothing to be worried about.
He wasn't even thinking about his lack of worry.
Although there was a few moments were he turned around prepared to give a list of orders, only to find the one they were intended for not there.
It was embarrassing. Not that anyone dared to outwardly show their amusement.
And the sheer amount of Vehicons and officers now coming to him with their problems.
He suddenly remembered why the TIC rarely left the ship. It was very annoying when he's not.
'Primus can't anyone do anything on this fragging ship?' he thought.
:Lord Megatron!:
The said mech growled at the vehicon on the other side of the intercom.
:I swear if this is..:
:Its Officer Soundwave!:
An awful and unfamiliar feeling settled in his insides.
:What about him?:
:He sent a distress signal and when we tried to reply back he wasn't responding.:
Now Megatron was worried.
:Send me the location of Soundwave's whereabouts and I'll get him.:
Megatron tersely said before cutting the intercom message.
The communication officer never called for help.
This was serious.
He dreaded what he would find when he got to Soundwave's location.
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First he saw Airchnid's and the Insecticons' retreating backs. Then he saw Soundwave.
The worry turned into all-consuming, crushing, and deadly fear when he saw the state Airchnid left the TIC in.
The last time he was in this twisted of a mess was his accident that cost him his thick gladiator bulk.
He hurriedly tried to look for a spark. Soundwave's spark.
The former gladiator could've cried in relief when he saw the pale blue light in the communication officer's chest. Not matter how faint it was.
He had to get Soundwave back on the Warship immediately.
The warlord tried to pick up his TIC as gently as he could.
Soundwave's arm dangled from his should only held by a few cables. His crown prongs were bent and a few were even missing. Pieces of his armor was gone and deep dents riddled his frame. His chest was torn and Megatron could see his spark.
Seeing him like this was something Megatron never wanted to see again. The only mech that he would trust with his very spark so injured and utterly helpless. It was something he didn't even like to think about now.
But here they were.
He quickly ordered a Groundbridge through the comm-link system and also ordered Knockout to be on stand-by.
His spark was fading.
He started speaking, he wasn't sure exactly what he was saying, and quite frankly he almost didn't want to know.
Soundwave audibly groaned. That tight worry in his chest tightened even further.
And he especially didn't what to admit what Soundwave's death would do to his Cause. And to him.
He's never been so glad for Groundbridge technology before. He heard Knockout gasp when he saw the state the TIC was in.
Both Knockout and Megatron (holding Soundwave) ran to the med-bay.
The CMO frantically began to work on the TIC. He hooked him up to various medical equipment and immediately began on the spark chamber.
Megatron took a step back; just barely out of Knockout's way. Crowding the only medic on the ship would do Soundwave no favors. No matter how worried he was. Not that he'd admit that.
And even with the former gladiator's efforts the automobile enthusiast still felt trapped under Megatron's scrutinizing glare.
Because Knockout was very unsure about Soundwave's chances at survival. And if Soundwave off-lines then no one would be safe from Megatron's wrath.
