Woah Woah guys- I'm on a roll
So a follower brought up the fact that there is no Soundwave and Bumblebee yet...
IM SORRY! It's about to happen- you'll see. I promise.
To think, Lord Megatron, supreme commander who always demanded such control of himself (mostly others though) would hit… no- rip out the insides of his first officer? His loyal, one love, soldier? It was something Knockout now held a grudge against. Yes- Breakdown and him would never bring it up, nor even talk about it with the leader around… but… Prime did the master even know what he'd caused? Was Orion that important to break over?
Was Orion himself that important?
After every briefing, every little meeting, every talk with Lord Megatron, the two officers would leave so tense. So unsettled. Something was deffinetly happening with their master.
And not once, did he even ask for Soundwave.
How is he doing? Where is he? Are you healing him fast enough Knockout? Has he learned his lesson?
Not even, When will he be able to work again?
Soundwave knew this as well. Knockout was a terrible liar.
It hurt the dark one to know… to think that Orion was taking his place. His deserved place. Everything he worked for… everything he kept for his master, gone.
Gone. Because the stupid lord couldn't forget the past.
He loved Orion. He always had. Soundwave- Knockout- (and now Breakdown was catching on as well) knew this war was… something more than for cybertron. It was past grudges.
Of course- no one dared say that.
Sometimes Knockout wondered of the Autobots ever caught on to it. Maybe they knew more? Maybe they knew nothing. Whatever. It was something to gossip about with Breakdown and the now bed-bound Soundwave.
The Autobots were literally waiting for their deaths by this point. They knew the Decepticons had about… by Ratchets estimate, 3 relecs now.
A 'miracle' (as Jack and Miko put it one day while visiting) would have to fall out of the sky. Maybe more Autobots to back them up- maybe a lost prime would be discovered. But… no one, no one had felt so helpless until now. The war had taken such a dramatic turn. No one could do anything about it.
"We should all split up." Arcee blurted out one day. Maybe there was still hope if they all didn't die at once….
"You're crazy. Optimus would want us to stay together."
"He would want us to live- to be free-"
Bumblebee sat silent in the corner, glaring at the two arguing. He'd been still acting up lately. Bulkhead sat with the yellow racer, watching the three stare eachother down and argue it up.
Finally, the SUV took a side, "I agree with Arcee. We cannot give up and wait like sitting sparks!" He stood, making Bumblebee look up at him.
Ratchett turned to his comrade, furious. About to say something-
"We still have a chance in this war. Yeah- the rats have about 3 relecs, hell, probably going to get their 4th one this week… but we can't sit here. We should battle- put up a fight! Sitting here would admit our defeat."
Arcee smiled at her win and turned to Ratchett, her hands on her hips. "So?"
"I disagree with this entirely."
"So?"
He huffed, going to his usual work.
"Is that a yes then?"
"Do what you want."
"Ratchett… please, hear u-"
"DO. What you want. Please."
It was clear the doctor wanted to be alone right now. The Autobots nodded, all going. They weren't going to split up now- but they needed to meet up with their human partners. The kids would be getting out of school soon.
Soundwave laid listening to the two lovers talk. Knockout had fixed him up the best he could. But right now good medical supplies were lacking in the bay. And of course there was nothing Knockout could do about Soundwave's throat, though his mask was fixed.
"Want some energon? Stroooong stuff." Knockout offered to his odd friend, who only tilted his head away from the two bots. He didn't want to be bothered much lately.
Knockout made a face. And sighed.
"Everything about your body, as a whole, is good to go. You can go back to work, y'know?"
Though Knockout knew Soundwave's inner answer.
'Megatron hasn't called for me, So I won't bother him.'
How pathetic could he get?
"Then how about going for a walk. You and me- tonight, mmm? Maybe we'll find Starscream and beat him up." Knockout laughed, trying to lighten the mood up.
….nothing.
"Well, you know what? That wasn't a suggestion. We're racing, you and me." For once when Knockout said 'race' he didn't mean anything else. "You fly as fast as you can while I tear up my wheels. Great way to blow off some steam. Alright? Maybe hit a few humans along the way." A common decepticon snicker followed the comment.
That night the playboy dragged the silent one out of his medic bed, ignoring every death glance and sour push Soundwave gave him.
"Look how their stars light up the sky, Soundwave. Doesn't it fire you up?"
Nothing but a glance towards the gate bridge.
"No fun as usual." He shrugged, transforming into his roaring impressive car. Ready. "Let's go."
And with that, the racer sped off into the glowing portal. Not a care in the world.
Soundwave watched with a hunched position. He was not following that baboon. Instead he re-wired the portal to a different location. One where Knockout wouldn't race past him or find him that easily. If he was going out tonight- he wanted it to be in solitude.
With a flip and click noise the glow of the portal dimmed then lit up again, Soundwave transformed, and he was off.
His jets silently but fiercely roared across the sky. He wasn't even afraid to trail over the small towns, glowing bellow him. He tuned in to hear some mortal bickering and children refusing to go to bed. Quickly tuning out, he tried to find a radio station that was tolerable.
Classical, of course, Beethoven's moonlight sonata, what an appropriate song. It was even the extended version.
He flew around in thick circles, sometimes finding the courage to do a fancy flip here and there.
With the song ending quicker than he anticipated, he turned the radio off, leaving himself with bickering thoughts.
His head and spark hurt at his own mind playing against him. Reminding himself that Megatron basicly through him out to the trash heap. Nothing more than a walking corpse. Nothing more then shit. Shit compared to his oh so lovely Orion Pax.
That rat. He began to say over and over and over again in his head.
I was your faithful first follower- Orion left you so long ago… why do you still need him? Want him? Why do you do this to yourself, Megatron.
A sharp turn of his jet ripped a noise in the sky.
Or… was it really Orions fault? Was I failing you from the beginning?... No- No no.. no. You know I always did my best. I got your second recruits like that. You were so proud of me.
For someone who's critizing another for living too much in the past, Soundwave was certainly thinking about it a lot. Maybe too much. His figure was going lower to the ground. He wasn't paying attention- being his alert self like he usually was.
Tell me- Megatron- please- Where did I go wrong with you?! Why didn't you tell me!?
The first hit. He remembered. It stung so much- with such force. Growls. All there was were growls from his Master. No explanation- no protest- no words. Just rage.
His mask began to play recordings of Megatrons voice… over.. and over… and over again….
'Good Soundwave, Very good.'
'Very nice, Soundwave.'
'Surprise me, Soundwave….'
'Good…. Soundwave… Good. Good.'
'Good'
'Nice.'
'Soundwave'
He felt his gears of his head begin to buzz, working so hard to think and play the recordings at the same time. The recordings began to glitch- causing Soundwave to twitch in his flight.
Where did I go wrong, Lord Megatron? Please- why didn't you tell me…
'Good Soundwave—S-Soundwave- Good- Nice-SSS-sssoundwave.'
WHY IS ORION SO IMPORTANT?
'Supprrr-Soundwave. Good. Good'
WHY. Why…
'Good… Soundwave….'
'G-Good… SsS—ound- Orion.'
His gears clicked and a louder buzz came from his head- His radiowave going crazy as the recordings finally all meshed together and gave a static sound.
With that- A spark flew from the tip of his jet- and his wing gave way from a tree-
When did he get so low to the ground!?
But it was too late- The dark one desperately transformed to combat the fall he was about to take- but a horrible gash from another tree impaired his judgment- making the fall worse.
He crashed into a large boulder, head first, and was out.
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