Wow. Internet explosion, much? FIFTEEN REVIEWS! So sorry for it, y'all are probably dying. The bug's still around where I can't see the reviews, but I can see them in my mail. A couple were too long and I couldn't read the rest because y'all screamed at me (more like at the characters) But don't worry, after a few days I can see them.

Trust me when I say this; I read the reviews literally the second they are posted. (That is, if I can)

So here's the diverse POV change I promised from last week.

Chapter 36

Approximately twelve hours ago...

A wave of anger washed through my processor before disappearing as my codes immediately terminated it. Though, saying I was void of any emotions would be a lie.

My servo subconsciously rubbed my shoulder, where that Neutral had crashed into me. It had ceased to a dull throb, the dent gradually working itself out. Making a move to repair might cause more harm than good.

A weight planted itself on my opposite shoulder, my helm instinctively turned to identify the presence.

"Laserbeak: report," a command that had been built into my processor repeated itself as it has always done on a daily basis.

My creation shifted his wings and spoke, his beak and tongue moving to produce the words, "They're hard on her."

I let a sigh out and ran a servo over my faceplates. It has been a while since Barricade has retrieved the human femme. Laserbeak and I have monitored her through Ravage, and the results aren't the best.

What angered me the most, was when they shot her. Anger had boiled in my energon, unable to be pushed away by my codes. Least to say, it looked more like punishment than a way of stopping her. Payback seemed sweet for them.

"Are we going to make a move soon, Master?" Ah, yes. There's the name they've always called me. Soundwave just didn't seem to be used as much by my creations.

I turned and began walking down the Section-A corridors, momentarily glancing at Charlese's former quarters. A frown settled itself on my usual smug visage, "Megatron plans on it."

"Good," the vulture crooned, "I want to rip an Autobot to shreds!"

"Reminder: training is to be used for self defense," my creation hissed after those words. He and I both knew he wouldn't actually attack, unless ordered to do so. It was for his protection, with his size he or Ravage could be ripped apart.

And I was not in the mood to lose my creations.

I joined Laserbeak in watching over Charlese, only to find that she wasn't present in the room. Ravage was lying on the floor, settling with relaxing. Confusion momentarily swept over my processor, "Ravage: Where is the human femme?"

In response, his gaze switched over to the ventilation grate high on the wall. Of course, she always uses the shafts. My older creation was just as curious as I was, where had she gone?We watched as Ravage followed Charlese's signature, he wove through the hallways and stalked in the shadows. My creations were built for stealth, and it deemed itself useful many times over. The young jaguar continued his way through the Autobot base, finally stopping before a large door, where three Autobot signatures were detected.

Said Autobots walked out, I quickly identified them as the Chief Medical Officer, the tactician and the weapons specialist. Ravage balanced himself on all fours, lowering himself into the shadows. He stayed there, reading Charlese's frenzied signature.

Laserbeak and I were broken from the connection when the door to the surveillance room slid open, the large and injured frame of our leader stepped in, smiling sadistically, "Soundwave, we make our move today."

I nodded, smirking. The femme had given us the location of the base, and it was not far from here. We could make our attack in less than several hours.

I stood from my seat, ignoring the pressure Laserbeak's claws applied on my shoulder to stay steady. I followed Megatron through the corridors of our backup base, it was much smaller that of our previous one.

Our leader entered the main hangar, where many other Decepticons were waiting for orders. Megatron stood proudly before them, "Decepticons! Destruction will reign upon the Autobots," A synchronized battle cry rang out in the hangar, and the leader smiled.

How he holds this power and respect, I will never know. He has my loyalty and reverence for however long he will stay strong. Though his decision in making Starscream his first lieutenant will always place me in pondering, but I am in no position to ask my leader why.

I watched as Megatron began to order the drones, soldiers, front liners, etc. around to prepare for the upcoming battle. I silently stood at his side, as both his soldier, right-hand man and friend.

Although we never speak of it out loud, we both know that some sort of friendship exists between us. Ever since many vorns ago, when the Decepticon cause just began, I've been with my leader.

A couple human hours passed, all Decepticons to go on the assault were present and ready to move out. Megatron and I stood at the front, waiting for the Air Commander and his trinemates. My leader seemed to patiently, yet impatiently, wait for the tardy lieutenant, who appeared not even a few minutes later with both Skywarp and Thundercracker.

I checked in again on Ravage. Seeing that he was still monitoring the femme, I closed the link. My optics scanned over the small army we've put together. Satisfied with all those present, Megatron turned and transformed, making his way out of the base.

I followed in my Mercedes alt. mode, keeping close to the outdated mode of Megatron.

The drive took but a few hours, we now stood in front of the Autobot base. The small humans rushed out with their primitive weapons, the Autobots moved in to stand in front.

Sirens blared and lights flashed from inside, I quickly checked on Ravage, who was making his way into the brigs to free Charlese. Shutting off the connection, I focused on getting past all these Autobots and humans. I fired my blaster when a silver Autobot came too close, I opened his files and recalled his designation; Sideswipe.

A flush of emotions were sent pouring through the connection, and I glanced at the source. Ravage was standing between the yellow scout, Bumblebee, and Charlese, who was staring at one of the drones.

An Autobot holoform tugged the femme away from an oncoming blast. The Neutral was here too, it seemed. He was pinned against the wall by the Autobot tactician, Prowl.

I warned Ravage through the bond as he took on the yellow scout. However, my thoughts were ripped away from him as the weapons specialist tackled me, Laserbeak was ejected and he began attacking the black mech. I struggled under his mass, my helm turned for a second to see Charlese kept away from danger, and Ravage continuing to fight the scout.

Ironhide landed a hit on my faceplates, and berserk mode, as some call it, was activated. My processor switched off, all logic pushed away as I violently fought the mech, letting instinct and vorns of training take over my fight.

I mercilessly roundhouse kicked the Autobot, bringing him down to hit him on the side with my pede, successfully bringing him down. Just as I activated my blaster, charged it and aimed it at the mech, my processor went blank.

A presence was missing from the bond...

I glanced to Laserbeak, who had fallen to the ground and was writhing in pain caused by the connection. He was okay... so that meant...

My frame froze, staring but not quite seeing the broken frame of my eldest creation.

Ravage...

Charlese's cries hit my audio receptors, and fury took over.

I abandoned the fallen Autobot and made my way to the yellow scout, who had just taken down a fellow Decepticon. My fist swiftly met with his faceplates, then his stomach. In that moment of weakness, I dropkicked.

I was really not wanting to lose a creation... But it seemed to have happened, despite my mood.

When the rage ended, I felt numb. Standing, staring at the motionless frame of my cassette. Laserbeak catiously approached his brother, both of us ignoring the battle taking place around us.

I was never one for emotion, let alone for it to take over me. Nor was Laserbeak, we were usually sadistic and smug. The codes worked furiously to push away the emotions, to no avail.

The firewalls work well... But losing a son breaks the codes.

October 2, 2016, 5:27 pm