Well, here it is people!
Expect some more Miko and Soundwave interaction in the next chapter!
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Scans
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A silent ping requesting his presence in the main bay jolted Soundwave out of his second recharge. In fact, all he had done, since waking up in the Autobot base was recharge and refuel, and it occured to the mech that he would need something to occupy his spare time, lest he go mad. Soundwave huffed his vents irritably, and turned around in his berth, determined to ignore the ping.
The ping sounded again, more urgently, this time, and Soundwave squeezed his optics shut, and let out an angry growl. Couldn't they just let him have some fucking peace for once? It was bad enough that he was their prisoner, but did they have to bother him like this?
Soundwave waited warily, in case the ping sounded again, and let out a soft sigh of satisfaction. So they'd decided that bothering him was out of the question, which meant they would leave him alone. Soundwave wasn't complaining; that suited him fine.
That was when the door slid open, and a meaty pair of servos grabbed him by his shoulders, and flipped him off the berth. Soundwave's optics flew wide open, just in time for him to meet the floor, face first, with a loud bang.
"Wakey wakey, darlin'," said Ironhide's voice, "It ain't healthy to stay cooped up in this here dark room."
And it was there, lying face down on the floor, that Soundwave realized that all chances of having a peaceful recharge were shot to hell.
"Let me guess...my brother is up to his usual shenanigans. Again," said the seductively smooth voice, its soft tones whispering around the bridge.
"You know Starscream intimately, I see," said Megatron, his gaze fixed onto the vidscreen directly in front of him. His digit brushed againts the screen, flipping to the next page. "To be honest, I wasn't aware that Starscream had siblings of any sort...but then again, Starscream keeps many secrets."
"We didn't really get along."
"I can imagine..." Megatron flicked the vid screen off, and turned to face the seeker before him. She was a stunner, he'd give her that, and she was turning helms just by standing on the bridge, the dim lighting reflected on her curvaceous frame.
Her glossy frame was a dark blue-green, with red on her wings, shoulders, chest and thighs, and bright red bio lights curved sinuously between her plates, like crimson serpents. She was very slim, with long legs that made her very tall, taller than most mechs and femmes, and her heel struts were reminiscent of her brother's albeit more pointed.
Her face was narrow, like her sibling, but less angled. Her brows were thin, delicate lines, and her optics were red, with white pupils and circuitry.
"Your arrival was most unexpected, Slipstream..."
Soundwave resisted the urge to give Ironhide a nice kick to the codpiece, as he was led to the main bay. Another shove from the weapons specialist made him throw a glare at the red mech, as he trudged a little faster. He was already thinking of a few ways he would hypothetically exact his revenge, when he rounded the corner, and widened his optics.
Autobots...
The main bay was packed with them, and when all their optics snapped towards Soundwave's direction, the only thing he could do was stand frozen in the doorway.
One of the twins, the red one, slapped his brother on the shoulder, and yelled, "See? See? I told you he had a face! Now pay up dammit!"
The yellow one ignored his sibling, in favor of glaring at Soundwave. He deployed his blaster and levelled its barrels- all six of them -at Soundwave's head. "Give me one reason," he growled, "One reason why I shouldn't blow your head off."
"Sunstreaker, stand down," commanded a pink-ish femme. Soundwave's optics widened. The was no mistaking it; it was her.
Elita One looked at Soundwave, her faceplate as serene as ever. "Soundwave...long time, no see..."
An MH-53 Pave Low military helicopter is struck by a beam of light. The pilots within are suddenly disoriented, and they struggle to restore order to the aircraft's systems. Their efforts are in vain, as the chopper begins to slowly spiral downwards.
Lazily perched on a rocky outcropping, Blackout grins, his scan complete. The mech gives a mock salute, before unfolding his weapon and loosing several bolts of fizzling energy.
The helicopter didn't stand a chance.
"Sayonara, squishy bastards..."
"...And it is for these reasons," said Optimus, "That any act of violence directed towards Soundwave will not be tolerated."
The assembled mechs shuffled around. Perceptor looked mildly unsure, or as unsure as a mech with an optic for a face could be. Sideswipe merely shrugged. Sunstreaker looked pissed as hell. Roller just frowned in confusion.
Soundwave was too stunned by the events to pay attention to the glares Sunstreaker was throwing in his direction. His gaze continuously flicked from Optimus to Elita nervously.
"Soundwave, you may leave now," said Optimus.
Soundwave snapped out of his reverie, and nodded. He swiveled around and hurried away from the bay before Ironhide could shove him again. The pall of silence dropped away, and the mechs soon went about organising the crates they'd scavenged off their vessel.
Elita leaned towards Optimus, and said, "He's grown taller since we last saw him..."
Optimus smiled a tight smile. "That he has...the young grow very fast."
Elita tilted her helm at the human children that were currently occupying their living area. "He poses no threat to the children?"
Optimus squared his shoulders. "I am confident that Soundwave holds no hostile intent towards our charges."
Elita watched, as the human girl, Miko, if she recalled correctly, playfully snatch the remote control from Jack. Elita smiled. "That little female is a spry one, I see."
Optimus shrugged. "She has proven to be quite resourceful..."
A cop is thrown against the side of his Saleen Mustang police car. The impact is heralded by several of his bones cracking audibly, and then he slides down to the tarmac. The styrofoam cup containing coffee from a nearby Starbucks, falls to the ground, its contents spilling everywhere.
Barricade flexes his claws leisurely. "I'll just borrow this," he says, as his optics flash, the beam running over the car's frame. "I do hope you won't mind."
The job done, he drops a small, round device onto the cop's body. Upon contact, an acidic agent spills out, to commense with the task of eating away the man's body, until it consumed itself in a reverse feedback loop.
"But what if he tries to stick us in the back?"
"For once, Sideswipe speaks sense," grumbled Sunstreaker, "How do we know if Soundwave's faking it?"
"He's got a point," said Roller, from his place at a pile of crates.
"Well, to put it simply," said Perceptor, "He isn't 'faking it'."
"Perceptor is right," said Ratchet, as he set down a stack of crates "If betrayal is Soundwave's true intention, he would have done so by now."
"I've been analysing Soundwave's modus operandi in my spare time," added Perceptor, his single optic whirring and clicking. "And from what I can see, Soundwave is clearly suffering from..."
Elita was no longer listening. Her optics were fixed on Miko, watching the girl silently slink away from the couch, bound down the stairs, and run down a corridor, a notebook in hand.
"Don't let go!" yells the Eradicon, "For the love of Primus, don't let go."
Marco grunts, as his servos struggle to keep a tight grip on the beam-leash. Around him, other Eradicons toil to keep Dead End in line, their own leashes crackling with strain. The feral Decepticon snarls and thrashes, his jaws snapping up and down, sharp denta glinting in the moonlight, claws gouging rents in the ground. Standing nervously just off to the side, were two Eradicons, holding hypodermic pistols filled with sedative.
"Not enough!" roars Dead End, "Never enough!"
"Dammit!" swears Marco, "Is the vehicle ready yet, or not?"
"Got it!"
"Alright boys," says an Eracidon,"Force his helm down, and make him scan!"
And then a sharp piece of Dead End's armor skewers Marco through his faceplate.
In case any of you don't know yet, the new episode for Transformers Prime airs on August 24th or 25th.
The summary: Miko and Wheeljack embark on a quest for revenge.
I think we all know where this is going...