Where is Your Face?
Thanks to my reviewers and readers, I Love You All!
DarkSoulz: Thank You! Yeah my version of Soundwave is witty, badass but he has a sweet vulnerable side too. I mean he is only Cybertronian (as opposed to he is only human) so everyone has a tough side and everyone has an innocent side : ) Enjoy this next chapter!
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Here are the different types of speaking that I will be using:
Normal talking…
(Comm Links)…
"Internal Thoughts…"
::Twin's Talking::… (The sister's communicate through wings signals as well.)
"Soundwave's…Mask?"
"Computer/Television/Radio Text"
Author's Note: YEA! New Chapter! Okay first off I swear to PRIMUS/GOD /BUDDHA/A FUCKING TREE [whatever anyone worships!] I was not drunk while writing this. This…This is the true Emily and Angel. The crazy hyperactive ones, yes this is us. Pervy, silly, loving people. Got to love it ^.~ ! I love this chapter so I hope you enjoy it! I tried so hard to sit down for an hour or 10,000. xD
I thought I was receiving a drawing a few days ago but I never got it. Hopefully my artist is alright. I also have another person drawing the twins and maybe Maelstrom. So! Feel free to draw them. Pm me for their physical bios.
New form of writing/speaking. This will be done for Multimedia stuff not displayed on Soundwave's mask [TV/Radio/Newpaper/Etc.] Any sources that are used for this will by stated in the disclaimer!
THE TWINS HAVE AN ACCENT! Yep but they got rid of it when the war began so others could understand them easier (More like on the request of Maelstrom). It only shows up when they are otherwise…unable to concentrate on their speech [Comm. Links are not affected by their accents.] ^.^ Hope you like it. Whisper is Whispeh in their accent! That is not a typo!
NEW OC! A Vehicon named 5T3-PH4-N13 or Stephanie. She has a strange way of talking, read it by each letter. For example the word 'was' spelled 'waas' in the story would be pronounced 'wah-awes'. Stephanie is young so think of a mature but verbally challenged child when you read her parts. She is also friends with…(left blank because it would spoil the scene lol) Hope you like her. If readers do I'll bring her back once and a while.
Permanent OCs in this story are Maelstrom and the twins Silhouette and Whisper. I am lovin' how my readers are enjoying the Ocs. Thank you ^.^
Couples as of now: Knockout x Breakdown and Skywarp x Thundercracker. Others will pop up eventually.
Warnings: Drinking/Touching/Kissing/Sex/Marriage/Interfacing references. (IT HAS BEGAN!...O_O...horrible grammar O.e holy shit D= begun*) Beating Skywarp with a datapad, Drunken randomness, a flustered Soundwave [may be seen as OOC but this is MY version of him so nyan :P] and Soundwave finally snapping as well in this chapter. Not necessarily in that order. You have been warned…
Disclaimer: I don't own the Transformers or TFP they belong to HASBRO©. I do not own any information from Cosmopolitan [I wish I did ._.], Wikipedia or thefreedictionary(dot)com. Also I do not own anything from the Simpsons. I do however own all rights to the story itself and the Ocs within. Do not steal…or I'll strap you to the front of my van and make sure to drive down the buggiest roads on the American country side at 70mph :D better close your mouth and grab your sponges…ewww :P
Where is Your Face?
Chapter 8: Flighty Flirts
The twin's quarters were quiet as Silhouette slowly sipped her stolen high grade. Skywarp had hijacked Breakdown and Knockout's stash of aging high grade via warping. The stuff was strong so Skywarp only gave the twins one cube each. He had joked about how incredibly lightweight they were with their drinking. Silhouette had pouted but knew he wasn't making a lie out of the joke. She finished off her drink just as her twin began awakening.
Whisper stirred from her recharge sluggishly. Her systems booted up one by one as her processor online. "Ngh…sleepy…5 more minutes Lulu…" Silhouette giggled at her twin's tired mumbling. Despite her swatting servo, Whisper's processor onlined without permission indicating its full charge. The femme began to reluctantly wake up, shifting stiffly on the berth while blinking the haze from her optics. "Ergh, fine I'm up."
"Humans(knowntaxonomicallyasHomo sapiens,Latinfor "wise man" or "knowing man")are the only livingspeciesin theHomogenus.Anatomically modern humans originated inAfricaabout 200,000 years ago, reaching fullbehavioral modernityaround 50,000 years ago."
::Ettie…what are you reading?:: Whisper was laying on her front on the large berth within the shared quarters. Flexing her wings slightly then pulling them close to her back in an alert position. She rubbed at the null ray seams in her forearms as she gazed blurrily at her twin's back. Ruby optic blinked occasionally to remove the post recharge haze. ::Sounds…like science slag. Does Starscream have you doing research junk for him?::
"Humans are uniquely adept at utilizing systems of communication for self-expression, the exchange of ideas, and organization. Humans create complexsocial structurescomposed of many cooperating and competing groups, fromfamiliesandkinshipnetworks, to nations.Social interactionsbetween humans have established an extremely wide variety of values,social norms, and rituals, which together form the basis of human society. With individuals widespread in everycontinentexceptAntarctica, humans are acosmopolitan species. As of November 2011, the humanpopulationwas estimated by theUnited Nations Population Divisionto be about 7 billion,and by theUnited States Census Bureauto be about 6.97 billion."
Silhouette leaned back in the rolling chair next to their black desk. She idly scrolled through the site she was on. Reading slowly so she could absorb everything into her swimming processor. ::Nah, just…distracting mahself. Dees crea-humans seemed like ah good distraction. Der so complex. Science stuff ish borin. 'Member deh last time ah had teh do deh filing wit TCnWarp?:: Her wings twitched as she read through another paragraph.
The green twin stretched her legs before she pushed herself up with her servos. She swung her legs over the edge of the berth and firmly placed her pedes on the ground. Standing up lazily as she rolled her helm, loosening her neck cables. ::Wow, Ettie your so slagged…your accent is back.:: Whisper giggled at her twins sloppy grin and stretched her wings one more time. Silhouette had turned back to the screen to continue reading.
Whisper proceeded with her thoughts. ::How could I forget? It took us days to remove the pink hardened foam out of the Zeltania's air vents. Totally stranded on the planet Haliko in sector 19. The organics were so fragging nasty there. Remind me why I went along with THAT prank. Oh, Yeah. Because I'm your twin and I lovveeee you.:: She rolled her optics when she heard Silhouette's silly snort of laughter. She took a moment to remember the slimy tentacle organic creatures. She shuddered.
"Cos·mo·pol·i·tanadj.1. Pertinent or common to the whole world: an issue of cosmopolitan import.2. Having constituent elements from all over the world or from many different parts of the world: the ancient and cosmopolitan societies of Syria and Egypt.3. So sophisticated as to be at home in all parts of the world or conversant with many spheres of interest: a cosmopolitan traveler.4. Ecology Growing or occurring in many parts of the world; widely distributed. n. A cosmopolitan person or organism; a cosmopolite."
Whisper strolled over to their energon dispenser and grabbed her cube of high grade. She literally chugged the cube then sneered a disapproving look for its sudden emptiness. The high grade instantly went into effect as she tossed the empty cube back into the dispenser.
The femme grinned as she listened to the different texts her twin was sifting. ::Ain't der ah human datapad dat ish called Cosmosomedin or other...:: Whisper clumsily rummaged through her datapad collection within her subspace to find a puzzle to pass the time.
::Tis called ah magazine. Dah human technology ain't dat advanced cuz der so, um der processors are tiny…. Nd yeah der ish…Woah…:: Silhouette's systems choked in her high grade induced stupor and her optics widened. ::Dis magazine ish…ah strange thingy, y'know….::
The green seeker tilted her head and abandoned her puzzle book search. Flopping herself back on the berth and then turning her gaze back onto her other half's wings with a questioning look. ::How so, Sista?::
"How to Look Crazy Hot at the Beach. 7 Things That Will Drive Your Man Crazy. WTF Texts From Dad. Sexy Pony Tail Styles. 8 Secret Guy Insecurities. Date-Night Splurges That are So Worth It. Get Sexier in Seconds. Should You Go Blonde?"
::Ah get it Ettie. Sexeh pony tail? Why do dah humans care if der form of transportation has ah sexeh aft? Dat's so weird.:: Whisper began to question the planet's inhabitants sanity and overall intelligence. She flickered her wings in annoyance, "Ettie, leave dah internet nd just come over herr." Whisper whined to her twin as she patted the cushion occupying the open space next to her.
"A women's guide to oral…" She spun around in her chair to face her twin. "Wat's sex?" Her head was tilted slightly and her wings splayed out to the sides, her wings parallel to the ground.
Whisper shrugged her shoulders at first then smiled seductively. "Sounds like interfacin." She purred at her twin with a wink. "Wanna tah join meh now?" She flicked her wings and sent loving prods through the twin bond. "I'm realleh…realleh lonely." The green femme licked her cream colored lips and blew her twin a kiss.
::Yer such ah perv, Whispeh.:: Silhouette grinned when she heard her twin whine. ::Nah.:: The pearly seeker spun back to the computer screen and used a finger tip to manually scroll through the site's text.
Whisper scowled at her twin's back. When Silhouette didn't respond to her urges, Whisper resorted to sparkling like measures. She threw a mini hissy fit on the berth. Complete with pounding servos, flailing legs and angry yells. "Buuuuuutttttt SISSSEHHHHH! Ah wanna has some fun! Ah wanna spark merge. We ain't gone down in years nd ah wanna do it! UGH, yer so annoyin! ( $^*#%&)!" The last sound she made was an aggravated screech of annoyance in Cybertronian which could quite honestly not be translated into any of the seventy plus human languages. Whisper crossed her arms and vented harshly in a huff. Her wings flicked up and down, clearly irate and frustrated.
Silhouette quirked her lips as she stifled a laugh, "Yeh done?"
"Yes!"
"Good. Cuz ah found somedin interestin…" Ruby optics scanned the numbered points in front of her. "Some won' apply cuz deh are for humans but…" She felt the sudden gush of air out of her twins vents on her shoulder.
"Show meh!"
"The 10 Hottest Texts to Send a Guy."
::OHHHH. Good link sisseh.:: Whisper nudged her twin and Silhouette smiled, a lazy look on her face.
"1. At work having very naughty thoughts about throwing you down on my desk...
2. I know you're busy today, but can you add one thing to your to-do list? Me.
3. Just got out of the shower. Why don't you come over and help me get dirty again?
4. In 30 minutes I'll be getting off. Will you be here to join in the fun?
5. Wish you were here... [With a picture of your inner thigh or cleavage — without showing anything X-rated.]
6. Had a very dirty dream about you last night. Let's reenact it tonight.
7. See if you can decipher this abbreviation: OMG IWUIM
8. Using one hand to write this text and press the send button. Using the other hand to press MY button...
9. Practicing yoga poses...totally naked. Wanna see how flexible I am
10. Just went to the bathroom at the [bar/party/restaurant] and took off my underwear. One less thing for you to remove tonight…"
The twins exchanged sly seductive expressions. ::We does it now yah…::
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"SOUNDWAVE! REPORT YOUR PROGRESS ON LOCATING THE FARIAN SWORD!" Megatron loud voice was amplified on the Nemesis main bridge. Drones shrunk away from his shout but continued their duties. Ramjet rolled his optics and glared done at his report he knew would never be read but was forced to do anyways. Skywarp happily typed away and ignored all that happened around him, intent on finishing his work so he could go plan his next prank or go flying with his mate.
The addressed mech grimaced behind his facial mask at his leader's overly loud voice and onlined his mask with his current progress. A map of the mines showed up and the arrows had finally narrowed down to four possible locations instead of the previous twenty billion. Soundwave stood still next to the large jet and waited to be dismissed again.
Megatron examined the map the nodded carefully examining Soundwave's progress, "EXCELLENT, SOUNDWAVE! CONTINUE YOUR WORK!" The large silver warlord paraded out of the main bridge and the doors slammed behind him. His air of arrogance trailing behind.
A vehicon looked after his master from his place at a console. He glanced over at his superior officers to see if they were looking before he commed his female partner 5T3-PH4-N13. (It's like a fart.) The addressed femme glared back at him. Not sure if she understood or not, the male drone defined the word 'fart' for her. (A fart? Those rank clouds of smell that originate from a human's butth-)
(AYE KNOW WHA EY FAWT IS!) The femme spat through the comm. (Waas like ey fawt?)
The first drone held in a light chuckle, not wanting to upset his younger friend, (Megatron's cloud of power. Even when he leaves, it still hangs in the air. It is hard to be right behind him because it's so damn thick…Stephanie?) His humorous tone was cruelly shot down by the femme's wish to finish their duties.
(Shuddup Steve!) The femme avoided his optics and had her helm buried in the console repairs, various wires in her servos. (Is it turnin ahn?) Steve's response of 'yes' had her moving to the next computer.
Ignoring the two drones ramblings Soundwave offlined his facemask. "Thousands of years loyally following that mech and I still don't understand why the frag he talks so damn loud…" Soundwave shook his helm and glanced at Ramjet and Skywarp. The mechs worked slowly at their stations. Writing up their last patrol reports; reports that were written but no one ever actually cared to read. He turned to his computer and began his work again.
'Ping'
Soundwave checked his data receiver to respond to the communication request. Realizing the nature of the message confused the dark mech. No one EVER started a private chat with him through the private commlinks. He was sure the only mechs aboard the Nemesis that even had his private line were Starscream and Megatron. Neither of them had felt the need to communicate with him either. Being a curious mech he opened it.
(HEYYYYY! How are you this finnneee afternoon?) ~SW
"SW? Shockwave? No, he's off planet. Skywarp? It could only be him…awesome. I'm so lucky…" Soundwave inwardly groaned as his optic twitched but he responded to the message regardless of his minuscule amount of the desire to reply.
(Fine.) ~Soundwave, [Communications Officer]
(Oh, you mood? Formal.) ~SW
"What? That's not even…" He stopped working and turned to look at Skywarp but the mech had his face in the screen of his monitor. Shrugging he turned around again.
(Question: What?) ~ Soundwave, [Communications Officer]
There was a pause, most likely the other mech was rereading his last message, so the spy used it to work on downsizing the four possible locations to three. He was successful just as another ping came in notifying him of another message.
(Sorry. I meant: Oh, are you in the mood. You're so formal.) ~SW
Soundwave's systems stalled, his servos stopped typing. "Huh…WOAH! WHAT?" He gripped the console putting small fingertip sized dents in it. Ramjet walked over to him and smacked him with a datapad. Starled by the smack, Soundwave reeled around and looked straight into the mech's optics challengingly. "Oh, yeah. Stupid me…I wear a mask." Ramjet had a smug look on his face, most likely amused with his ability to unhinge the usual unemotionless drone-like mech. Soundwave grabbed the pad and wrenched it from the seeker. The visored mech dismissed the maroon and white seeker with a nod.
(Soundwave: Does Not Understand.) ~ Soundwave, [Communications Officer]
There was no response for several minutes. Soundwave frowned behind his mask. "Typical. Not the first time someone has thought of me as naïv-"A loud ping interrupted his thoughts. The suddenness of it caused him to squeak in surprise which he covered by scrapping his servo down the console. A vehicon glance in his direction but brushed it off as Soundwave scratching a dust speck from the console's metal.
(Sexy mech! See if you can decipher this abbreviation: OMP IW2BIU. Having very naughty thoughts about throwing you down on my console right now. I know you're busy today, but I'm getting into the shower later. Why don't you come over and help me get dirty again after? Oh, Had a very dirty dream about you last night. Let's reenact it while you get me dirty again. Using one hand to write my report text and using the other hand to press my button ^.~...) ~SW
Soundwave's jaw dropped and his optic twitched. Systems choked from surprise and he stumbled away from his monitor. The masked mech swung around and glared at Skywarp from behind his facemask. The dark purple seeker smiled and waved at him.
Something snapped. Most likely the stylus in Soundwave's servo or the datapad or maybe even a circuit in his processor. But something snapped and before any drones could react Soundwave had grabbed the datapad from the console and whipped it in the seeker's direction. The datapad nailed the mech in the forehead with an incredible 'clang'. Skywarp flew backwards into the wall with a loud yelp.
"WHAT THE SLAG SOUNDWAVE? YOU FUCKING CRAZY?" Skywarp pushed himself up and flew out of the room his servo covering his newly formed forehelm dent. "TeeCeee. Soundwave HIT me!"
Soundwave snarled after the seeker's retreating aft. "Afthead!" He stormed out of the main bridge after the seeker, leaving his work undone.
All the remaining drones exchanged looks of amazement and confusion behind his back. Stephanie and Steve gawked as the normally stoic officer had completely blew a piston and pummeled the cheery seeker with a datapad. (Wow. Aye notice daht thay officer haas been more amotionaal since deh twuah femme seekers haas awrrived. Rahght Steve?)
(No longer an SBD that's for sure. More like a dormant volcano.)
(…hauh?..)
(Silent but deadly…No one can hear it but it's still there.)
The young femme rolled her helm like a human would in yoga to look at the mech designated ST3-V3 or more lovingly known as Steve. (Compahrin ouwa superior offahcers too humahn fawts…Aye need ey new partna…) She walked away from the mech drone and towards another computer.
(A group of us decided that Starscream is a popcorn fart!) A wave of his partner's servo indicated her disapproving dismissal of his comment. (LOUD, OBNOXIOUS AND LEAVES AN IMPRESSION BUT RETREATS QUICKLY!) Steve smirked when the disgruntled femme responded by flipping the bird. The crude gesture had been adopted by the drone army a week after arriving on Earth because they had found the human custom to be amusing. He walked over and began handing tools to the femme that had shoved her helm into the main computer's wiring for a maintenance check.
…
Soundwave raged internally but for once he didn't bother hiding his anger. The anger came in waves off of his body and any passing drone would later swear his body was producing full body flames. Vehicons squeaked and scuttled out of his way as he stormed through the halls. "How dare he do that slag. He's already mated! I can't believe Skywarp would-"
CLANG!
"OWIE! DAT HURT!"
"AHAHAHAHAHHAAHA OH MAH PRIMUS WHISPEH YOU TRIPPED OVAR NOTHIN!"
The dark mech turned the corner to find Whisper punching the floor and blaming it for denting her chest plate. He rolled his eyes at their shenanigans but instantly stopped when something hit him like a train hurtling into a brick wall. "S…Silhouette…W…Whisper...SW…" Soundwave's optic twitched behind his mask, quickly reining in his angry mood. He did not really understanding why the sight of them calmed him but it had. "Seriously! Frag, sorry Skywarp…they are so slammed…"He jumped slightly as something warm slipped into his servo, not enough for anyone to notice unless they were staring but he jumped nonetheless. He glanced down and saw a pure white servo in his. His frame heated when he realized Silhouette had grabbed his servo and quickly made to pulled away but stopped when he looked at Silhouette's hazy optics. Her lips were parted slightly as she stared into his visor. "…pretty."
"Wanna play wit meh and Whispeh, sexeh mech?" The femme winked at him and traced his servo with a claw. Her pearly body was overheated by the effects of the high grade and she pressed her chest to his. Silhouette wrapped her unoccupied servo around his hip and brought his servo to her lips with the other. She ran her glossa across his finger and suckled the tip. He felt her systems purr against his from the closeness. "Weh can make yah feel realleh good…" She bit his finger tip gently whilst shooting seductive looks at his mask.
Soundwave was startled by the sudden boldness of the slightly smaller femme. His frame heated with the sudden desire to slam the femme into the wall and…he yanked his servo out of hers and pushed the seeker away roughly and took a large step back. The harshness of his shove had the femme stumbling backwards. He suddenly felt guilty when he saw her wide optics and failing attempts to regain equilibrium. Soundwave reached out and grabbed her before she lost her balance completely and fell.
Whisper hissed as she felt her twin's shock but calmed when she saw Soundwave pull Silhouette back into his chest. Pushing herself off the floor she quickly grabbed one of his servos and tugged on it. "Come on Etteh let go of the pretteh mech, 'member weh wanna find Knockout to get rid of dis dahmn buzz." She pulled his servo harder, causing it to break contact with the white seekers back. Silhouette glared at her twin when his arm released her. Whisper grabbed her twin and pushed her in the opposite direction of the medbay.
"That's a Polyhexian accent. I should probably help them…since…they're not even going in the right direction…" Mentally face palming and concentrating keeping his cool Soundwave gently steered them around and guided the drunken femmes towards Knockout's medbay. The femmes were surprising uneventful as they strode through the halls. Soundwave took advantage of their quietness, "Pretty…" He gazed at their twitching wings as they walked in front of him. Soundwave only realized he had spaced off after he walked into the medbay's half opened doors. He noticed the twins had taken off sprinting through the med bay's various rooms. "Again with the spacing off…" He mentally slapped himself.
"KNOOOOCKKKKOUTTTAH! Weh ish herr!" Whisper crawled around the room imitating a mechna-cat. Silhouette giggled at her sister that was prowling the dull metal floor like an organic cat. The white skipped over to Soundwave and hugged him around the waist before running and tackling Knockout through a wall. Well, not a wall but hinged doors.
Soundwave stood frozen in his spot, his faceplates heating up after the seeker hugged him. He was sure that if his mask was removed he would have pinkish cheekplates. The thought made him hike up another few degrees, "WHY do I feel like this!" Frantically trying to cool his own systems, the dark mech thought about gross things like Airachnid and the slimy organics from the planet Haliko. The mech shuddered but succeed in cooling himself down. His questionable hotness was replaced with jealously. "Jealous? Why am I jealous! I'm never jealous! Except when Ravage and Lazerbeak get to sleep in! ARGHHH!"
Knockout squealed as he crashed to the ground. He glared at the femme above him, the femme that was now straddling him and nuzzling his cheek. Silhouette then made complete optic contact with him and seemed to stare into his soul before smiling and yelling straight at his faceplate, "Ahm looking fur hugandkiss, first name Amandah!" She gave him a dazzling smile before curling up on top of him
The squashed medic's optics widened at the femme's scream. "Huh?" The red mech glanced at Soundwave for an explanation. Something in the dark reaper jet's posture made Knockout want to melt through the floor and away from the silly femme above him. Soundwave looked tense and protective. Like ready to kill, tense and protective. Knockout risked a smirk, he was a medic he was trained to see these things. Soundwave had clearly caught on to Knockout's thoughts because the mech instantly loosened up and returned to his usual looming presence. Much to Knockout's amusement though, the Decepticon communications officer still radiated the feelings of jealously.
"Silhouette where is Whisper?" Knockout had pushed the femme to the side and stared down at the dozing form of Silhouette. "Skywarp, I'm going to kill you!" He glanced over at Whisper who had sidled up close to Soundwave. She was currently rubbing the other mech's thin forearm and nuzzling his servo on her cheek. The medic rolled red on black optics. "And Breakdown though I was bad…"
Soundwave turned his helm slightly to look into the green femme face. She pressed her lips against his mask in a kiss. "Huh?" After the intial shock of actually being kissed for the first time in thousands of years Soundwave involuntarily leaned into the kiss. He smiled gently, wishing it was his real face and not the mask his femme was kissing… "WAIT! When did they become MY femmes! Oh Primus! They are changing me too fast. What is WRONG with me?"
Whisper smiled up at him and pressed her slightly dented chest plate against his. She pulled herself back and stared straight into his mask, coincidently straight into his optics as well, although the slightly shorter femme wouldn't have known even if she wasn't in a high grade induced stupor. "Heya sexeh mech, wanna marry meh and Etteh? Ah can't 'member yer name right nowah but weh like you…Hehe." She gave him another peck on the side of his helm.
"Oh…kay…we are done here!" Knockout came between the two Cybertronians like a principal breaking up a playground fight. "You two are totally drunk, SIT. DOWN!" He shooed the pouting green femme towards a berth away from the stunned dark mech. The medic nudged Silhouette who had stood up while Whisper was kissing Soundwave, "You two on that berth." He pointed the berth sitting in the middle of the medbay. Turning to Soundwave he waved his servos indicating him to leave. "I got them. Leave now." He stared after the unusually but obviously shaken Soundwave leave the room.
…
The soft whoosh of a sliding door was the only sound in his quarters. Soundwave reached up and unclasped his facemask, holding it gingerly and with care like a historian would hold an ancient civilization transcript. He slid down the smooth metal door onto the floor. Soundwave stared at his mask, flipping it over so the front of it was facing him. "Marry them?" He gazed at himself using his own mask, the mask he used to keep other doing just that, seeing the real him. "Why was I so jealous when Silhouette was on top of Knockout. Why did I feel so good when Whisper kissed me?..."
He ejected Lazerbeak, the drone flew to the metal nest his cassette twins had welded together for her with spare metal scraps while back on Cybertron during their gladiator days. As soon as she landed, two pairs of green optics onlined and peered down at the confused mech from a loft near Lazerbeak's nest. A mechna-cat uncurled from beneath Soundwave's berth and slunk over to her creator. She rubbed her helm against his servo in a rare show of affection. Soundwave took the hint and scratched her audio receivers. The cassette twin's rebooted momentarily so the loft was completely dark before the full bodies of the little mechs appeared.
Rumble trudged over to Soundwave and sat on his right side, a sleepy look on his faceplate. Frenzy sat in the space between his boss's legs, he leaned back with his helm resting on Soundwave's knee. Lazerbeak gazed down at the group she called family, having witnessed to scenes leading up to her creator's current mood but receiving no indications as to what exactly was affecting him, she was worried. Worried that something was wrong with Soundwave. The bird cassette chirped at him but Soundwave just continued to pet Ravage with one servo and gazed at his mask in the other.
Frenzy tilted his helm up to look at Soundwave, "Boss, what's wrong?"
Soundwave stared intently at his mask, specifically the place where h-the femme had kissed him. Placing it gently down on the floor next to Rumble, he burned a hole through the ceiling of his quarters with a stare. His silence usually didn't bother the young cassettes but there is a first for everything. Their boss wasn't ever…sad, really.
"I…I don't know, Frenzy…"
CHAPTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR 8! I love this so much. Tell me what you think because I REALLY want to know. I love you my readers and reviewers! I always will…but not as much as I love my Wifey Sissy!
I LOVE YOU ANGEL! Hearts and kisses!
OMP IW2BIU = Oh my Primus, I want to be in you.
