Title: Soundwave and Tracks V
Rating: T

Tracks stared at the creature unnervingly, fighting the urge to tear his daughter away from it.

"What...," he started slowly, sparing a quick glance to his bondmate. "Is this?"

The persian was looking overtly content as he watched Flipsides snuggle into the ape's side, her little mews echoing loudly as she attempted to climb the larger mammal. "Status: present," was all Soundwave said.

Tracks frowned, his cheekplates tinged with embarrassment. It sounded like the kittycon was laughing at him slightly, which might have been very possible considering the fact that the autodog had literally jumped when he'd walked into the room, seeing that strange animal staring up at him. "Don't you think, it's, umm... t-too soon for Flipside to be having a pet?," he asked, still resisting the voice demanding he save his delicate sparkling from the hulking beast.

Considering the ape hadn't yet taken any action whatsoever toward the small kittycon, one could only assume he was safe.

Soundwave looked at the pomeranian, appearing utterly perplexed. "Fact: had Lazerbeak since sparkling years. Time: insignificant. Inquiry: is... is this a problem?"

The multi-coloured mech shifted uneasily at the question, ears pressing against his helm. "Well, no...," he answered slowly. Really, it wasn't such a bad idea for Flipsides to have a pet, and Tracks knew that her sire would spoil her rotten, but an ape?! Such a wild pet was too much for a 'bot Flipside's age! Why couldn't the persian have gotten her a goldfish, or something else just as small and less dangerous?

But Tracks wasn't about to say any of that. Not when Soundwave was practically giddy with joy at their daughter's happiness. Sighing, the pomeranian merely shook his helm, ignoring his instincts and turning away from the trio. "I'm going to go get something to eat," he said, though he was sure that none of them were listening. Tracks quickly left the room, hearing his sons' excited cries when they entered the living room a klik later, seeing the new pet Soundwave had brought home.

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"Did she...?"

"I swear she just did!"

Rumble and Frenzy didn't know what to think.

They loved their baby sister, it was true, and they enjoyed doting on her just as much as their sire did. In fact, the twins spent a fair amount of time playing, singing or taking Flipsides around the place that Tracks often had to come and order them to stop neglecting their chores and homework. They'd oblige, but hurry through their tasks, just so they could get back to their newest sibling as soon as possible.

But then, the younglings had started to notice something.

Flipsides was evil!

If they left her in her playpen alone for a moment, when they came back to the room, something was broken on the floor, but Flipsides sat innocently in her playpen still.

If they left food unattended even for an astrosecond, when they turned around to get it next, it was gone. Money and various other items had a habit of disappearing as well when Flipsides was in the room. Rumble and Frenzy thought that their smallest sibling was hiding them somewhere, but they couldn't figure out where exactly. And the how- just how was this tiny kittycon, who still crawled and babbled nonsensically, able to pull off these heists so quickly and silently?!

Of course, mentioning this to their creators didn't help. Tracks only gave them dry looks before returning to his magazine, and Soundwave almost glared at them the one time they even mentioned that his little femme was a pit-spawn in disguise.

If they wanted anyone to believe them, Rumble and Frenzy knew that they were going to have to get the evidence on their own.

The two kittycons set up a complex and detailed trap in the living room after school, setting a camera on the cabinet shelf across the room, facing Flipsides' playpen. Once everything was set, and they were sure their parents would not be coming into the living room anytime soon, Rumble and Frenzy went to go collect their little sister. They set her in the playpen as usual, sparing fifteen minutes to play with her, so as not to arouse the mini tyrant's suspicion.

"Oh, would you look at that!," Rumble commented after the allotted time had passed. He lifted his wrist to his face, pretending to glance at his watch. "Wow, bro! It's later than I thought. We've got to go get started on that project, or we'll never finish it before bed tonight."

"You're right!," Frenzy piped up, playing along. "Let's go get mom so he can watch Flippers here while we go get our homework started."

The twins rose, the blue youngling pressing the remote in his pocket and turning the video camera on. Once they saw its little red light flash on from high up on the shelf, then both mechs left the room. They padded down the hall, stopping a safe distance and waiting for the inevitable to happen. One klik passed, then two; three, five, ten kliks... Still, there was no sound of their trap being sprung. In fact, there was no noise whatsoever coming from the living room. Worried now, Rumble and Frenzy rushed back to the living room.

"Flipper!," they cried. "Flips, you okay?!"

"Oh, sla-" Rumble choked, trying to stop. He stepped on the little wagon that had strangely been put in his path and went skidding across the room. Frenzy, who was right behind his brother at the time, was grabbed and pulled to the floor, his chin smacking hard as he collided with the ground. He lifted his helm just in time to see the other twin slam into the t.v stand, the wall mounted monitor shaken loose and crashing on top of Rumble.

"Bro?!"

Little giggles met their ears. Both helms turned to see Flipsides standing up in her playpen, one tiny servo wrapped around the bar for balance. The other though was holding a clear, thin wire as she stared right at them.

"I-is that...?," Frenzy swallowed sharply.

"Oh, slag," Rumble hissed lowly, forgetting in his horror that he wasn't supposed to swear around the sparkling.

With an innocent smile, Flipsides gave the wire a good, hard yank, setting off the twins' trap. Which, by some strange phenomenon had been moved as well! A giant water balloon rolled out from behind the ceiling lamp, dropping on the ground right between the two mechs. It exploded with a loud 'splat', drenching the pair in a tidal wave of cold water.

"W-why you-!," Frenzy growled, scrambling to get up.

"What is going on here?!" The sudden demand startled the twins, who froze as they were; helms nervously turning to the doorway.

"H-hi mommy," Rumble and Frenzy greeted sheepishly.

Tracks looked at the two younglings -both drenched, with Rumble squirming uselessly beneath the t.v- and felt his expression pull into a scowl. "Look at this mess! Honestly, how many times have I told you two: keep your pranks and your wild games outside of the house! What if you had hurt Flipsides?"

"B-but, it's not our fault!," Frenzy protested

"Yeah!," agreed his brother. "It was Flipsides, mom! She was the one who sprung the trap. Look at the camera -it'll show you! Flipsides is the one who did this, not us!"

The pomeranian did not look amused. "Now you're blaming your sister -your little, sparkling sister- for your pranks?!"

"Please, just look at the camera, mom," they begged. "We had it recording everything!"

Now free of the t.v, Rumble and Frenzy collected the camera off of the top shelf, bringing it to Tracks. The autodog sniffed as he took the device from their wet servos, rewinding the footage and pressing play. The camera's screen lit up and... the twins felt their triumphant grins fall and their ears droop in horror. The footage that they thought they'd finally caught of their sister and her sinister deeds wasn't there. Instead, the camera only showed Flipsides playing by her lonesome in her pen.

"Well, now I've seen it all," Tracks said, sighing exasperatedly as he handed back the camera to his sons. "Apparently, watching Flipsides is too much of a chore for you to handle. Well, from now on, you won't have to do so. Rumble, Frenzy, clean up this mess, and you can explain to your father tonight why you are grounded from video games and the computer for a week."

"But mommy!," they whined. The pomeranian merely shook his helm, waving them off.

"Go on -get to it," he ordered. "I'll be back in a moment for your sister." And then he left the room.

Happy sparkling babbling met their ears. Slowly, the twins turned around, staring at their sister. Flipsides was standing up again, her lip components turned wide with her mischievous grin. "You...," the red one started in disbelief.

"You're amazing," Rumble finished breathlessly. "A true master."

"Primus, you're a goddess of trouble!," Frenzy added in awe.

Flipsides mewed back sweetly.

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Having another sparkling made Tracks ever so happy. He was just beginning to miss the old orns when he could coo and giggle at a bornling, bathe and dress them, and just cuddle those tiny frames close to his own chassis. So, of course, when Flipsides was born, the pomeranian couldn't help but to be ecstatic to a point. He didn't even mind that he would be vying for his mate's attention from time to time.

That of course was before he realized just how drastic Soundwave was going to be now that Flipsides was around.

"Good morning," Tracks greeted one morning. As per routine, he walked up to the kittycon, melting into his side and leaning up to kiss the other's cheekvent. Soundwave though pushed him away a little, refusing the autodog his morning peck. Well, Tracks shuttered his optics stupidly at the unexpected rejection, staring up at his bondmate perplexed.

"Status: Flipsides is present," the blue mech supplied.

The pomeranian turned his helm, and sure enough, their daughter was sitting in her highchair, playing with her breakfast. But she wasn't watching them or anything, and what difference did it make if Tracks gave Soundwave a kiss or not? They were after all bondmates, and seeing her parents exchange various signs of affection was something that Flipsides would eventually become accustomed to. Before the multi-coloured mech even had a chance to comment on this though, the persian was pulling away from him, heading to their sparkling and sitting down in front of her.

Hit with a sudden pang of irrational jealousy, Tracks quickly turned and stormed from the room.

If he had thought that this behaviour would lessen over time, Tracks was sorely mistaken. It was quite the opposite actually; Soundwave's over-protectiveness seemed to triple, and that left the autodog feeling oddly... snubbed. The kittycon had hardly touched him or even whispered lovely things into his ear since they brought Flipsides home, and aside from the sense of loneliness he was beginning to feel, well... to put it simply, Tracks was getting desperate! He'd never gone so long before without Soundwave making a pass at him. It was horrible!

It was time, the pomeranian thought, for an intervention.

"Hello Soundwave. How is my Big Boy doing?"

The kittycon lifted his helm a little, glancing quickly at his bondmate walking through the doorway. "Status: good. Inquiry: Flipsides, are you good?" The tiny femme on his lap babbled away incoherently, waving her arms up at her sire. Soundwave beamed back, bouncing her lightly.

Tracks kept the smile on his face, even though he honestly felt like pouting. "Well, I'm glad to hear it and all, but," he patted his sons' helms, gesturing for them to do their part, "I do believe it's time for Flipsides' walk."

Soundwave's visor winked as he shuttered his optics quickly behind it, unable to comprehend the fact that his daughter had just been swiped straight from his servos. "Come on, Flippers," Rumble cooed to the sparkling, nuzzling her little helm. Flipsides mewled back merrily, returning her brother's affection. "Let's go for your walk, yeah?"

"It'll be a lot of fun," Frenzy added, peeking over his twin's shoulder as they headed for the door. "And we'll let mom and dad have some alone time in the meanwhile."

"Request: wait!," Soundwave started, getting up from the couch. Tracks intercepted him though before he could get very far, pushing him back down again.

"Oh, no, no, no, Big Boy," the pomeranian husked, running his servos down his bondmate's chestplates as he slid onto the other's lap. He was almost annoyed to see the blue mech look up at him in bewilderment. "Your daughter will be fine with her brothers, but right now, there's someone else you must tend to first."

Tracks, seeing that the kittycon was still in a state of semi-shock, undid his pants, grabbing Soundwave's servos and slipping them under the hem. He coaxed the golden digits to curl around his aft, retracting his codpiece and letting the first drops of lubricant moisten the persian's fingertips. "I...I've been so patient, darling," the autodog whined lowly, grinding into his mate's lap, "B-but, you haven't spared me a s-single thought since Flipsides was born. D-do you not love me anymore?"

Finally, a reaction! Soundwave swallowed audibly, tightening his grip on Tracks and pulling their frames flush together. The multi-coloured mech moaned softly at the warm press of the other's chassis, winding his arms around the persian's neck. "P-please...," he begged seductively, keeping his optics locked with the kittycon's. "O-oh, please... I-i need you s-so badly, m-my love."

The blue 'bot growled lustfully, flipping them over so now Tracks was pressed into the couch and he was straddling the autodog. They wasted no more time getting out of their clothes, connecting in a desperate, wanting rush; finishing not too long after. Appeased, in spark and frame, Tracks snuggled into Soundwave, fingers tracing abstract patterns onto the other's chestplates. "Mmmm... I bet this means you won't be neglecting me again anytime soon," the pomeranian hummed smugly, already sensing his bondmate preparing for another round.

His only response was the kittycon's purr.

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"Well, it looks as if the boys have managed to at least pass everything," Tracks sighed, looking at Rumble and Frenzy's midterm report cards. He grabbed his cup of oil, circling around the kitchen counter and seating himself right beside Soundwave. The kittycon wrapped an arm about his waist, pulling him a little closer; his own attention fixed on Flipsides' grades.

"Status: Good."

The pomeranian nodded his helm, sipping at his drink. "Oh, it's very good," he said, "Considering they were almost failing before. As long as they don't end up repeating any courses, they might just graduate along with their classmates." Setting down the report cards, Tracks turned his helm to look at his bondmate, who had gone significantly quiet after his initial comment. "Love?," the autodog asked, using his free servo to rub behind the persian's ear. "Is everything alright?"

Soundwave started slightly at the concerned question. "Affirmative. Status:... just thinking. Inquiry: Would you mind if changes were made to our will?"

"Hmmm... changes? What kind of changes, hun?" The kittycon turned his helm to Tracks, pushing Flipsides' report card towards him. He watched as the multi-coloured mech picked up the papers, looking them over, a look of astonishment coming over his face. In disbelief, Tracks set down the sheets, picking them up again and scanning through the report card a second time.

"Amazing...," he mumbled breathlessly. "Perfect grades... all the way through..."

"Affirmative," the persian piped up. "Thoughts: ...would like to give the company to Flipsides after retirement. Inquiry: Would... would that be acceptable?"

The pomeranian glanced up at his bondmate, optic ridge cocked in amusement. "That happy to see that at least one of your offspring are academic geniuses?" Soundwave's cheekvents tinged pink, ears flattening slightly in embarrassment. The sight made Tracks chuckle lowly. "That's fine love," he replied, leaning forward and giving the blue mech a peck. "I don't think your sons will mind if you leave the company to Flipsides. After all, you're already giving them the mansion and all of your cars."

"But," the autodog interjected, "Don't try and preen her into being a businessfemme. We have to allow her to choose her own path in life, okay?"

Soundwave nodded his helm. "Fact: will not force her to run company. Status: know she will make wise decisions toward it, no matter what career she chooses," he answered. At Tracks' knowing smile, the kittycon grabbed his bondmate, pulling him into his lap and nuzzling his neck cables. The other mech giggled again, returning the affection being poured on him.

"My big, happy daddy," Tracks cooed, planting sweet kisses on the persian's mouth guard.

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Shockblast was nervous.

"U-umm... h-hey guys," he greeted Rumble and Frenzy, slowly backing against the lockers. "Wh-what's up?"

The twins closed in on their best friend, arms crossed over their chestplates and lip components flattened in a tight frown. "Well, we've gotta couple things to discuss, dude," they said. "In regards to our dearest, little sister..."

"You've been making moves on her, Shockblast?," Rumble started threateningly.

"You know, Flipsides is at least eleven years younger than us...," Frenzy continued icily. "Very young indeed... it wouldn't be right for you to be messing around with such a sparkling."

"I-i-i-i... I swear I haven't done anything!," Shockblast squeaked in protest. "I mean, she came onto me first! Please don't kill me!"

The taller kittycon cringed, holding his textbooks in front of him as a shield. The other two mechs looked at each other, before twin, wicked grins showed up on their faces. When they started laughing is when Shockblast started praying to any deity above to spare him from his gruesome ending. Or at least make it a quick and painless one.

"Dude," Frenzy chuckled, slinking forward and wrapping an arm about his friend's shoulder plating. "We're just kidding!"

"Yeah. We know you wouldn't do anything like that to our sister," Rumble added, pinching good-naturedly at the tabby's ear. "You're a good mech like that, Shocky. Very smart and gentlemech like."

Shockblast slowly lowered his shield, smiling anxiously at the twins. "T-thank you guys, f-for being so understanding. A-and I swear, I'll never lay a servo on Flipsides!," he added hastily. "N-not that I want to or anything!"

"Of course not," Rumble and Frenzy purred back, smiles growing. "Because we would break every pipe in your frame otherwise."

The poor tabby gulped.

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"Well, well, well... Don't you two look absolutely lovely."

Flipsides turned at the lustful drawl, frowning up at the bigger autodog looming over herself and her creator. Both Beastbox and Ravage scowled, tensing where they sat at their masters' pedes, but did not move. They wouldn't do so unless it became necessary. The big autodog, oblivious to the glares and scowls, leaned in closer; his optics narrowed with his leer. "One would have to wonder why such beauties like yourself are sitting out here all alone on such a pretty day."

"We thought a walk would be nice," Tracks smiled back tersely, sitting straight-backed against the park bench. "Get a little sun for ourselves. We never thought we'd run into someone like yourself."

The stranger perked at the pomeranian's seductive tone, ignoring Ravage's warning growl and inching all that more closer. He was almost leaning entirely over the thinner mech, his tail wagging as he set a servo on the bench. Tracks looked up at him, his smile becoming all that more tense and his optics reflecting his growing ire. Yet the other autodog thought it made him all that more sexy.

"If you sexy 'bots are all done with your walk, I have a proposition for you," the mech growled, pressing in closer. With no regard for Tracks' personal bubble, he pushed his face into the pomeranian's, panting a little as his lust spiked with those plump lip components so close to his own and the heavenly scent of the multi-coloured mech filling his olfactory sensors. "How 'bout we head somewhere, the three of us, and I'll show you an even better time."

Flipsides curled her upper lip in disgust when the stranger even had the audacity to glance over at her, winking. But before she could even say a word, her creator was setting a servo on the unknown mech's chestplates, smiling at him coyly as he gently pushed the other back. "I'm afraid there's a little problem with that," Tracks replied, optics fluttering seductively. "You see... She's my daughter, and I am married."

The big autodog shuttered his optics stupidly for a moment, before plastering that idiotic smirk back on his face. "Well, you know...," he cooed.

The pomeranian though had enough. With more strength than the kittycon had ever seen her creator show before, Tracks shoved the autodog away from him entirely, gazing at the stranger coolly as he tumbled to the ground hard. With a snarl, the other mech got back up onto his pedes, facing the pair. "Listen, you greasy, little whore-"

"Ravage," Tracks cut in dully, "Sic him."

The feline leapt to his paws at the command, pouncing at the autodog, teeth snapping and infuriating roars escaping his mouth. The stranger had only astroseconds to be afraid before he was knocked to the floor, writhing and screaming as he was attacked by the animal. Flipsides stared on shocked, as her creator did nothing, just sitting there beside her still; all perfect poise and nonchalant grace. Eventually though, Tracks did make a move, getting to his pedes and gesturing for the kittycon to follow.

"Release him, Ravage," the pomeranian ordered. With one last bite and snarl, Ravage withdrew from the autodog, circling protectively around Tracks' legs. Sparing the loyal feline a pat, Tracks stepped forward, looking down upon the mauled stranger.

"Before you dare to curse me or my daughter again, I think you should be aware of a couple facts," he told the other harshly. "One: I don't sleep with mutts. And two: You better learn some manners or the next 'bot you try to force into a frag will let their pet rip your spike off for good." Turning, Tracks began to march away, Ravage padding by his side calmly.

Flipsides looked over the battered autodog herself, folding her arms over her chestplates crossly. "And I'm barely a youngling, pervert!," she snapped, before she turned and followed after the pomeranian. The little femme latched onto her creator's arm when she had gotten close enough, gazing up at the mech in awe.

"Mother," she breathed, "You were spectacular, the way you handled that nasty 'bot! He really had no right to say any of that, and I couldn't believe how close he got to you. Weren't you worried at all?"

Tracks chuckled, rubbing the kittycon's ears. "Never darling. I've always been able to take care of myself, well before I met your father," he smiled. Leaning down, he whispered to her, "But of course, I do so love getting pampered by him."

The pair giggled at the inside joke, Flipsides hugging her creator's arm tightly as she began to purr. "You'll teach me everything you know, won't you mother? I want to be as strong and fabulous as you are!"

Touched by the sincere praise, the pomeranian scratched his daughter behind her ears, planting a soft kiss on her crown. "Whatever you'd like sweetie, I'll be happy to assist you with." Ravage and Beastbox shared a half-exasperated look, before they turned their attention back to their charges.

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Shockblast prided himself on not being fazed or scared over much. Slag, growing up with his type of parents' and friends could make a 'bot impartial to everything.

This was definitely not one of those cases.

"U-umm, I don't t-think you should, uh..." The kittycon backed quickly into the wall, ears flattened against his helm and tail bristled at his side. The little femme before him didn't pay attention to a single thing he said, skipping all that much more closer, her delicate lip components pulled in the sweetest smile.

"I'm only being friendly though," she giggled, slipping under the mech's pitifully raised arms.

'Yeah, too friendly!', Shockblast wanted to shout. Slag, he wanted to push the smaller kittycon away entirely, but there was two problems with that option. One, the femme was just a sparkling, and two... she was Rumble and Frenzy's sister.

"Listen, y-you're just too young a-and I'm really not that inter-"

Shockblast's pathetic protests were cut off as Flipsides jumped, wrapping her arms tight around the tabby's neck, pressing a soft kiss to his cheekplate. "That's okay," she replied, all sunshine and sugar still, as she dropped back down to the floor. Her persian tail twisted enticingly, brushing along the mech's legs softly as she turned away. "I'll be old enough soon. I don't mind waiting until then."

She giggled, her visor flashing in seductive mischief. "I know you'll wait for me too, Shockblast." Blowing her crush a kiss, the femme skipped away again, hurrying back down the hall to her berthroom. Her pet, Beastbox, threw the tabby a cutting glare before lumbering after his charge. Shivering, Shockblast sank to the floor, only noticing the love note that had just been slipped into his pocket as well.

"... I need to not come over here for the next little while...," he groaned to himself, dragging his claws down his face.

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"Daddy..."

Soundwave turned at the soft call, seeing his little femme at his door. She was dressed in her pajamas, her teddy bear clasped tightly to her chestplates with one arm. Not far behind her, followed a sleepy Beastbox. The two looked like they had recently clambered out of the berth.

"Daddy...daddy, are you bwusy?," the sparkling asked, pressing her chin into her teddy's head.

"Status: was just going over some stuff. Not important. Inquiry: is everything alright?" The persian set down his pen, spinning his chair so he could face his daughter completely. He held out his arms a few astroseconds later, when it became obvious she wasn't going to voice her thoughts.

Flipsides shuffled in place for a moment longer, before she padded over to her sire quickly, clambering up into his lap with his help. Wrapping a strong arm around her delicate frame, Soundwave leaned back into his seat, looking down at his little femme. "Inquiry: did you have a nightmare?," he asked gently, petting her puce coloured kitten ears.

She nodded back slowly but still said nothing.

"D-daddy...," she choked some time later. She was gripping the front of the older kittycon's shirt tightly, coolant pooling just under visor. Her other arm had her teddy in a strangling grip now. Both sire and pet looked on quietly, waiting for the femme to continue. "Daddy, y-you... you wo-won't ever g-go aw-away, w-wight? Y-you'll a-always c-come b-back...wi-wight?"

Soundwave's visor dimmed as he cupped his tiny daughter's cheekplate, looking her straight in the optic. "Fact: Will always return, even if I must go. Will never leave you alone," he assured.

"A-and... and mo-mommy too?," Flipsides sniffled, still tearing up.

The blue mech nodded his helm. "Correct: and mommy too. Fact: both love you very much, you'll always be our little femme. Inquiry: What has you so worried about this?"

The tiny kittycon sobbed, lifting a servo to rub at her optics underneath her visor. "W-wumble and fw-fwenzy... t-they said th-that w-when I get b-bwigger, a st-stwange mech w-will come an-and take mmm-me a-away t-to go l-live w-with him," she hiccupped, crying harder in distraught. "I-i-i, I d-don't wanna g-go away, p-pwease d-don't l-let a st-stwanger t-take me away d-daddy!"

A small smile tugged at Soundwave's concealed lip components. Gently picking up Flipsides, he held her closer to his chest, nuzzling the top of her helm. "Rumble and Frenzy: exaggerating. One day, you will meet a mech who will be your prince and you will become his princess. Only then will you go and live with him. Fact: But you will always be able to come back whenever you want. Will be here, waiting, with your mom always."

"R-rweally...?" Flipsides shuttered her optics up at him, her tears finally beginning to dry. "A pwince will come for me? And I'll be his pwincess?"

The sire nodded his helm.

A calm smile tugged at her lip components; giving a little yawn, the femme laid her helm down on her father's shoulder plating, curling up as best as he could in his arms and slipping off into peaceful recharge once more. Silently, Soundwave watched her, his ears slightly drooped against his helm. From beside his chair, Beastbox sent him a sympathetic look.

Everything he had said was true, but how the kittycon mourned that inevitable orn all the same.