Soundwave had just returned from his battle with Omega Supreme to protect Silverstream. He felt something wrong in his circuitry during the battle and once he had fulfilled his orders from Megatron, he quickly made his way back. Though a simple observer would not be able to tell, Soundwave was glad he arrived when he did. Silverstream was his only friend amongst the Decepticons, though it was hard to believe such an emotionless creature could have a friend, and he did not want to lose her. He gladly stepped forward, knowing that Starscream would not dare attack him. Soundwave was not only very good with weapons, his physical strength was immense and so, Starscream would be stupid to attempt a solo attack. Soundwave hadn't truly looked at the damage Starscream had afflicted until he attempted to get Silverstream to walk back to her room.
She rests against Soundwave's chest, pain running through her circuitry as she stares into the darkness in which Starscream had just retreated. She felt vulnerable, ashamed, and embarrassed. She feels a reassuring hand touch her shoulder, but she jumps anyways, startled by the sudden movement. She collapses onto the ground, Energon leaking from her many wounds as she grunts in pain. "Repairs necessary immediately," Soundwave says to her. She hangs her head miserably. "No…" She begins, "Affirmative, resistance futile, Repairs, necessary." He says, cutting her off, "Stubbornness not recommended." She watches as he kneels down beside her, she watches as he makes a motion towards her, attempting to pick her up, "I said no!" She snarls at him. He ignores her demands and attempts to pick her up, despite her struggle against him. "Desist. Repairs necessary." She attempts to stand up on her own, only to fall back to the ground. She could sense Soundwave's agitation. "Desist." He repeats, this time picking her up in his arms and making his way down the hall. "Put me down Soundwave! I'm fine!" He didn't reply as he continued on his way. She watches as he walks past her room, "Soundwave, my room is right there! Take me back!" She yells. "Negative," He replies, "Self repairs will do no good." He opens the door to his room and set her on the birth. "Rumble, Frenzy: Eject, operation: Gather repair tools." The two identical casseticons flew out of his chest. "What's goin on Wave?" Rumble asks. Soundwave does not reply as he begins to examine Silverstream's wounds. "Man, what happened to you, Stream?" Frenzy asks. Soundwave turns and looks at them, not saying anything. They catch his gaze and instantly go to gather repair tools.
They soon return, tools in hand, and give them their creator who begins work on the much damaged Silverstream. Rumble and Frenzy pulled themselves onto Soundwave's birth. "You get beat up by one of those stupid Autobots?" Rumble asks, grabbing onto her arm and looking at one of the dents. "They got you good." Frenzy continues, "I bet it took at least four of them to take you down." He says enthusiastically. "Yeah! I bet you terminated them all!" Rumble says. Silverstream felt a smile tugging at her lips as the two young casseticons continued their mindless rambling. Only Soundwave would know the truth behind her current condition, and he would not speak of it to anyone, even his cassettes. She sits there calmly as Soundwave finishes up his repairs.
It was then that she felt something strange, sudden warmth filled her body. She remembered how her sister told her that she needed to lighten up, stop being so mean and cold to others. Now that her beloved sister was gone, Silverstream felt that maybe she should begin to be kinder to others, other Decepticons at least. Her lust for war was still there, but it seemed weakened slightly by the loss of her sister. She wanted something more, but she wasn't sure what it was yet. She looks at Soundwave as he stands up. "Thank you," She whispers. He nods, putting his tools away. "Yeah, Wave fixed you up nice and good, Stream." Rumble says, "Shut up" Silverstream replies playfully, "I was perfectly fine." The two bots seemed shocked by Silverstream's sudden playful attitude, but quickly turned back to their happy attitudes. Silverstream stands up, "Recharge recommended." Soundwave states as she nears the door. She nods, "Alright, Soundwave." She says, leaving his room.
She makes her way back to her room and sits on her berth. She ponders the results of the war. Would Megatron truly bring this world to glory? Was it worth it? She was starting to feel that her sister's life mattered not to Megatron. Her death was meant nothing to the war or its cause as far as Megatron was concerned. Due to the brutal ways of the Decepticons, there was no time for any type of burial. At least if she were an Autobot they would take the time to bury their dead soldiers. Silverstream saw this as a weakness at first but now she understands why they would take the time to honor their fallen soldiers. A soldier could easily be a loved one. Her spark ached as she thought about the death of her sister. She enjoyed battle and destruction but she realized that she is suffering because of the death of her sister. Silverstream and Slipstream have been together for nearly her entire life cycle. Now she is gone. Silverstream tried with all of her will to not think about it but the images kept pouring in and forcing her will out. She holds herself as tears flow down the side of her face. She was hurting and there was no one to ease the fire of despair in her spark. Her spark felt large in her chest as it throbbed with agony. How could someone kill Slipstream? She knew it was war but she never thought that an Autobot would kill Slipstream. Her mind shifted to rage as the desire for revenge was building in her circuits. She knows pain and she wants to inflict more of it onto her opponents. Every Autobot will feel the wrath of her sorrow. Energon will flow out of her enemies' bodies just like the tears fell from her optics. In her fragile moment Silverstream grabbed onto the one thing that would give her strength, her rage. She stood up from her berth and her optics glowing immensely as the tears kept flowing down her face. Her emotions changed and the expression on her face showed that the last caring part of her spark was slipping away. She knows death now and it is now an even stronger instrument of doom at her disposal. She is now without mercy and her circuits thirst for war. She did not care what Megatron was after. If he promised war she would gladly follow.
Silverstream walked over to her personal belongings and threw them against the ground. Heirlooms, pictures, and personal messages she just let them fall violently against the floor. She had become a new bot and she no longer needed things to remind her how foolish she was. She took out her shotgun and aimed it at her personals. A small part of her was against this act but Silverstream closed her eyes as she found that it was a weakness. She fired upon the ground, destroying and obliterating anything that was in range of her fire. Debris flew across the room and Silverstream locked away as many memories of Slipstream as she could. Even with her new found will she could not help but feel sorrow for her loss but she continued to turn that sorrow into fury and her circuits started to boil. Hatred grew in her spark and she enjoyed the release from the sorrow. As fury overrides sorrow Silverstream leaves her chamber as she is too worked up for a reboot. She finds her way into the Decepticon war room as she looks for weapons and ammo to load up on. She gathers the most dangerous weapons from the armory. On her way back she sees Hardwire walking down the hallway. Her rage is directed towards the Autobots but she doesn't allow him to pass her without a menacing snarl. Hardwire just rolled his eyes as he passed her. Hardwire had been coming out of his chambers more often. After their scuffle he usually stayed within the confinements of his room. His arrogance annoyed Silverstream. She was not going to allow Hardwire to forget his place. She grabbed his shoulder and slammed him against the wall. Hardwire grunted in pain as she leaned her face closer to his. She stared him straight into the optics. As she looked deeper into his optics with her fierce stare, what she saw enraged her. She saw the calm in his eyes. He did not fear her even after her assault. Her intent to kill rose and she pulled out her shotgun. "I'm sorry for your loss." Hardwire said softly. All of a sudden her wild urges to kill vanished into a silent storm of self anger. "What did you say?" Silverstream asked. "I heard about your sister. I'm sorry. She will be missed." Hardwire said blandly. She intended to surprise Hardwire but instead his sudden calm attitude and empathy caught the fierce gale of rage by surprise. She let Hardwire go. Her quarrels were better aimed at her real enemies. Hardwire brushed himself off. He went to pat Silverstream on the shoulder but she smacked his hand away. She shot her head and frowned at him. She continued down the hall more tears rushing from her optics. Her body was repaired but her fragile psyche was shattered and she was losing herself in the midst of it all. The only thing that mattered now was the war. On the battlefield there is no good and evil. There is only you and the enemy. She thought to herself, you cannot grieve over someone you do not care about, and with that she returned to her chambers for a proper recharge. Silverstream was looking forward to the next battle. She crawled into her berth and fell into sleep mode. Slipstream invaded her mind and deep inside of Silverstream's spark the sorrow battled fiercely with the rage inside of her and there was nothing to calm their quarrel. Slipstream's optics still weep.