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Chapter 29: New Divide

{Previously}

Once at the top of Darkmount, the Decepticon Leader to his horror spotted an entire fleet of attack helicopters, firing an entire payload of rockets at his fortress. Growling at the sight, Megatron never noticed the unknown mech sitting down on his massive throne, that was right behind him.

Turning around, "Soundwave, please inform Knightwave, that I'll be needing those schematics sooner rather than a week… You…" the warlord snarled, finally noticing the mech sitting in his throne, "That throne doesn't belong to you, traitor!" Megatron sneered.

"Neither does it belong to you, it belongs to no one."

Glaring into the mech's red optics, "You were once a proud warrior, now what are you Dreadwing?" Megatron growled.

Standing up from the throne, and pulling the Nexus from his back, "I'm your judge." Dreadwing remarked.

Megatron roared with laughter, his optics burning a violent purple, as he pulled the Dark Star Saber from off his back, "Do you really think that you can possibly cast judgment upon me?" he sneered.

Glaring back at the warlord, "It wasn't my choice, but rather your actions that have decided your fate." Dreadwing addressed, taking a defensive stance.

Taking the hint, the gunmetal mech charged his once-loyal commander, slamming the Dark Star Saber down upon the Nexus. Glaring into Megatron's wild optics, Dreadwing endured the force of the Dark Star Saber, forcefully pushing forward, causing Megatron to skid across the metal floor. Shocked at the maroon mech's strength, Megatron dug the heels of his pedes into the ground; which made an unbearable screech.

"Look at us, Titans among the weak!" Megatron laughed, "If you had one ounce of Decepticon pride left I'd consider sparing your life, and together we would've destroyed the Autobots!"

Glaring from beyond the clashing blades, "In the end, it doesn't matter if we were Titans." Dreadwing remarked, using one leg to kick the warlord away, "All that matters, is how this will affect the future."

Smirking, "Future?" Megatron cackled, "There is only one future; one that is ruled by me!" he exclaimed, dashing over towards the seeker, with his blade aimed to kill.

Ex-venting Dreadwing closed his optics, within a quick instance the maroon seeker caught the Dark Star Saber, with his free hand while still gripping the Nexus blade in the other. Megatron's optics grew wide with shock at the very sight, never had he thought anyone could endure his deadly blade. Then in one swift movement, Dreadwing gripped the jagged blade, tearing it right out of the warlord's grip, only to throw it aside.

"Impossible!" Megatron gasped.

Fresh Energon oozed from Dreadwing's palm, however, the large seeker didn't seem phased. Aiming the Nexus at the warlord, "I will not allow you to create a doomed future, even though I have followed your will for Eons, from this day on I am no longer a Decepticon."

Growling, "Do it then! Finish me as an Autobot would!" Megatron sneered.

"No… I am no Autobot…" Dreadwing squinted his red optics, "However, I'll make your death swift."

Before Dreadwing could make his move, the entire fortress began to falter; the support beams snapped, due to the number of explosions caused by the military assault. Suddenly, Darkmount began to sway back and forth, the fortress began to collapse into itself. The two mechs couldn't keep their balances anymore, seeing that the massive structure started to tilt.

Taking this opportunity to flee, Megatron bolted towards his weapon, as an attempt to secure his only way of destroying the Autobots. Noticing the warlord's attempt to flee, Dreadwing used the stabilizers on his heels to propel himself forward- a portal suddenly opened up in front of the seeker.

[STATEMENT: Time has run out. His death must be delayed.]

Trying his best to avert his trajectory into the ground bridge, the seeker ended up being flung into the portal, on the other side crashing into a sand dune.

Smiling at the closing portal, "About time Soundwave." Megatron remarked, placing the Dark Star Saber back upon his back, and walking into another ground bridge.

"I do hope a full retreat has been ordered?" The Warlord growled, receiving a silent nod from his Communication Chief. "Good, at least we still have the advantage in numbers…"

Looking down from the Nemesis' bridge, Megatron watched with pure disgust, his Darkmount slowly burned before him. Needless to say, he was filled with an undefined rage; that burned as hot as the smoldering rubble of his short-lived fortress.

'First Dreadwing betrays me, now my plan to destroy the Autobots has crumbled to the ground!' Megatron silently sneered. "What could possibly surprise me now?"

[Statement: Optimus Prime has infiltrated the Nemesis]

"WHAT!?"

Optimus stood in shock. Never has he seen an artificial spark, nor has he expected Knightwave to have created a 'pocket' Omega Lock. Prime didn't know what to think about the current situation. Dreadwing had revived a message regarding Knightwave's capture, but it was a ploy to retrieve the still frames of Breakdown and the destroyed frame of Smokescreen's original body.

What really surprised the Prime was Soundwave's defection against Megatron. For Eons the seeker has been Megatron's most loyal, and for him to just change… it was impossible to believe.

Walking through an open ground bridge, Knightwave approached Prime; his visor displaying chains of code. "All that I require has been successfully moved into the NEST base."

"What of those?" Optimus gestured to the artificial sparks.

"Those are no longer needed… unfortunately, those have been damaged during the eons they spent sitting around the Immortal."

Optimus nodded, "Then we should depart."

Without warning, the Medbay lights shifted into a deep red hue. The ominous color gave way to the wicked howling sound of a proximity alarm. Knightwave retracted his visor, his violet optics started off into a darkened corner; a red light blinked in a rapid motion.

"We gotta blow this Medbay." The purple seeker muttered, getting a message from Soundwave.

Optimus snapped his gaze over towards the blinking light, "I understand. If we wish to preserve our stronghold on this data, we mustn't allow Megatron anything he could use to attempt reconstructing the Omega Lock… and most of all the secret behind the Emberstone."

Chuckling a Cynical tone, "Knock-Out won't like this."

{What doesn't he like?} Tap-Out laughed along, {What are you two waiting for? Blow this place outta existence.}

The Prime gave a stern look at the fused Triple Changer. His optics glistened a powerful neon blue, transforming his servos into canons.

"I'll stay behind, you return to the NEST base. Wait for my signal and open a ground bridge."

Tiling his helm, "What are you planning?" Knightwave questioned.

"Damaging the core reactor will prevent the Nemesis from returning to Cybertron, for the time being." The Prime remarked. "I'll see to it that Megatron won't be able to reach orbit."

{Keeping the Nemesis from leaving Earth might tilt the balance to our favor.} Tap-Out agreed.

Rocking his helm, "Indeed it might be the leverage we need to repair what is left of the original Omega Lock." Knightwave added.

"I am grateful for your assistance in all this, Knightwave. Especially you Tap-Out." The Prime praised, activating his face mask. "In this time of crisis, I am glad to call both of you allies. Quickly return to base, I fear Dreadwing might need a bridge"

In that instance, Knightwave retreated into the ground bridge; getting confirmation from Soundwave about Darkmount collapsing to the ground. Walking into the base, the seeker opened up another bridge, allowing a pissed Dreadwing entry.

"Where is Optimus Prime?" The maroon seeker asked. Sand rolled down his seamless panels.

Transforming into Tap-Out, "He's staying behind to not only destroy the Medbay of any incriminating data but to damage the Energon reactor to render the Nemesis incapable of returning to Cybertron."

Still keeping an annoyed face, "I am still confused as to why Soundwave denied me my chance to wipe Megatron from existence."

Shrugging, "Beats me… I'm not his sister." Tap-Out remarked, walking over towards a makeshift Cybertronian computer console.

Ratchet overhearing Tap-Out's voice, walked into the makeshift laboratory; followed by a patched-up Drift. "I take it that you want us to bring all the data together?" He asked.

Shaking her helm, "Knightwave doesn't want anything to do with the Emberstone… not right now at least." Tap-Out informed. "When the time is right, and when he has settled with who he is– who he was– he'll then consider using the data Rigor Mortis has left for him."

Ratchet nodded with agreement. After what he was informed about, he too would've been flabbergasted to the point of avoiding his own Destiny. If what was said was true… Then Knightwave has a lot to take in.

The makeshift lab took a silent turn. No bot didn't know what to say; I didn't know what to think. As far as most of them were concerned, this 'lab' was more or less a moratorium. Breaking the short-lived- but felt like an eternity- silence, the sound of heavy pedes echoed from down the darkened hallway.

"So it is true…" a voice called out from the hall, "You are alive." Ultra Magnus remarked. Stepping into the room after mustering up the will to 'help' a deceased Autobot.

Putting her servos on her hips, the red femme let out a snicker, "Ultra Magnus." She smirked. "And I thought I'd never see you again."

Smirking back, the once Elite Guard Commander approached the medic, "I see that you haven't changed, well minus a few noticeable differences."

Swaying to the right, in a sassy manner, "Still trying to flatter me, Commander? Despite all those times, I turned you down, you never stopped trying." Tap-Out chuckled.

{Good grief… and I was really starting to think you were nothing like your brother…} Knightwave sighed.

Taking a stern stance, the Commander looked passed the flirtatious femme; locking optics with that of Dreadwing's. There was a flame in the revived seeker's crimson optics. A fire that seemed to burn a hole through Ultra Magnus' fore-helm. He knew that look all too well. It was the same look he got from his subordinate- Sideswipe- the look that screamed 'Do anything and you're deactivated'.

Clearing his 'throat', the Commander snapped himself out of his daze. Taking a more professional approach. "Times have changed me, Tap-Out." Ultra Magnus began, his optics never leaving Dreadwing's. "It has come to my attention that you are working alongside an ex-Decepticon. One that was known for his prowess in that of Spark Revival."

Tilting her helm, "My apologies for my behavior, Commander, and to elaborate further; I am not just working alongside him–"

"–We are currently the same." Knightwave finished, fully demonstrating how the pair swap control over the shared frame.

Ultra Magnus' blue optics opened wide. Never has he pictured something like this ever existing. Yes, he has seen Smokescreen's transformations, but this was something else entirely. Two separate individuals sharing one frame. Not to mention the one that stood before him has the potential of reviving those who have passed; this has to be a coincidence… no, fate had to be the reasoning behind this great news.

Bowing his helm, the Commander spoke in a stoic tone, "It is my honor to be in your presence. I have been told many great things about you. Even though I have just recently arrived, the complements have ceased to end."

{Smokescreen must've been the deciding factor… you should give yourself more credit.} Tap-Out inputted, her voice sweet.

"Thank you for your… for your acknowledgment, Commander, but there is no need for praise." Knightwave waved, his posture suggested embarrassment. "I'm just happy to be on the right side…"

{Wow… you're actually embarrassed. Hm, and I thought Decepticon's didn't feel embarrassment.} Tap-Out giggled, her 'joke' resulted in an optic roll.

Putting a mighty servo on Knightwave's shoulder armor, "In my time spent fighting, I came to the assumption that picking sides–"

[DOO DEE DOO]

The com relays began to blink a deep red, and the map on-screen displayed a still face shot of Optimus.

"Knightwave, I am in dire need of a ground bridge." The Prime's voice announced. "The Nemesis is going down."

Quickly taking action, Knightwave used his connection with the Nemesis bridge network, to open a ground bridge. The distinct hissing whine of the portal echoed throughout the compound.

"Why hasn't he come through yet?" Drift questioned, looking around at all the Autobots.

Squinting his optics, Knightwave glared at the vortex; indeed something wasn't right about the delay.

"Troubling…" Dreadwing sneered, "You don't think the Nemesis has crashed upon the call?"

Ultra Magnus stepped up and approached the ground bridge. His blue optics scanning deep with the shimmering portal. "Optimus…" he shuddered, catching a glimpse of the Prime limping through the portal… an arm missing.

Pointing at Ratchet, the Commander let out a cry for aid, "Doctor we need medical assistance!" He ran over towards the Prime, helping him exit the portal.

"Optimus, what happened?!" Ratchet questioned, dashing over to help with guilting the damaged Prime over towards a berth.

Closing his optics, Optimus too had no recollection of how his condition came to pass. It happened so swiftly that he thought it never happened. His vision began to blur, for a second before closing his optics again- he thought he saw Solas Prime.

"I have induced stasis." Ratchet remarked, taking a closer look at the severed arm.

Knightwave, who had closed the portal, ran over for support. His optics locking onto the purple residue that dropped off the jagged wound.

"Megatron." The seeker hissed.

{Meanwhile}

The Nemesis didn't crash land too far from the smoldering remains of Darkmount. The wreckage span for a mile and a half. The ship remained mostly intact, abid missing chunks of metal and winglets. Overall if the Energon core were to be repaired, the Nemesis should be able to fly again.

Storming happily through the shattered halls of the warship, Megatron boasted a great prize. Within his grasp was the severed arm of his mortal enemy; Optimus Prime. Gleefully walking into the damaged control room, Megatron hasn't looked more prideful.

"Soundwave." The Warlord smirked, "I want a damage report, give me an estimated time of when to expect my ship to be flyable."

Nodding, the dark blue seeker began to calculate how long it'll take for the Decepticons to be airborne again. Due to them being low on resources, the seeker was expecting just enough to give the Autobots an edge… that soon came crashing to the ground.

[Knock-Out to Nemesis, can you even hear me?!] the red mech's voice bellowed through the com-link.

"Knock-Out, have you finished surveying the Omega Lock wreckage?" Megatron questioned.

With an audible snicker, [Nevermind that my Lord, for I have found something– or should I say someone who might level the playing field.] Knock-Out jeered.

Shooting a glare at Soundwave, the silent seeker knew exactly what he meant. Opening up a space bridge, both mechs awaited their new guest. Stepping out of the portal, Knock-Out held a cocky grin. His red optics glowing a cherry hue.

"May I present, yours truly." The red mech smiled.

Watching with pure intent, Megatron's optics suddenly widened. A devilish smile stretched acres across his wartorn faceplate.

Laughing, "You are right Knock-Out." Megatron praised, "HE will definitely help us keep our stronghold against the Autobots!"

{Nevada Base- Sector 7- two days later}

The man known as Agent Burns paced back and forth across a large catwalk. His piercing blue eyes are locked into that of Knightwave; whose visor reflected Agent Burns' glare.

"Tell me again, why are we allowing these machines to stay here?" Burns stormed, glancing at a calm Colonel Lennox.

With a deep sigh, "For the up tenth time, Jack, they are allies." Lennox crossed his arms.

"Allies? Allies wouldn't allow their enemies- even if they swapped sides- to take refuge within our base. Especially this base!" Agent Burns bellowed.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, "This is our most top-secret installation. There are four football fields thick of concrete surrounding this installation; nobody and I mean NOBODY knows we exist." The Colonel implied.

Throwing his arms up in frustration, Burns trotted over to a steel chair. The sounds of the metal scraped against the ground. "Another question, sir, what about the others? The other machines."

"There haven't been any reports regarding Deception activity. We have been monitoring the warship. Nothing."

Slumping down into the chair, Burns let out a mumbling sigh. He didn't like the idea of aliens… machines at that. Regardless, he chose to work for Sector 7 and never had he thought giant robots were even a thing.

Knightwave, however, wasn't too amused by Earth's inhabitants. They were so similar to Cybertronians, but yet so different. Two different species caught up in a war that expanded trillions of light-years. Not to mention eons of history all wrapped up in one package; it was getting to the point where the Seeker just wanted to go into power down.

{Stress getting to you?} Tap-Out asked.

'You could say that…' The seeker mumbled.

'With Optimus injured, there is no telling what that could entail.' Knightwave sighed, 'Not to mention I haven't received any messages from Soundwave…'

{You have the right to worry. I'm deeply concerned for my brother, I know he is safe back at Cybertron… but I can't shake this feeling that something bad is about to happen.}

Gazing off towards the covered frame of Breakdown, Knightwave let out a shuddering vent. It was as if the body was calling out to him. A hollow tone. A scream. It sent a shiver down his very bipedalism cord.

'I need Dreadwing.' The seeker muttered.

The grand halls of the Hoover Dam base gave the triple changer a feeling of nostalgia. It reminded him of back home. Back before there was a war. Back before he was deactivated. There was an ominous feeling about the concrete walls. A feeling that even Tap-Out admitted that gave her a sickly sensation. Stepping out of the main passageway, Knightwave entered the epicenter of the Sector 7 compound. Military and civilian vehicles line the stone walls, making the place look more like a dealership.

"Knightwave!" Smokescreen's voice reverberated off the domed ceiling, followed by the sound of clattering pedes.

Lifting his visor, the purple seeker grinned, "I see that you've found your way here. Apologies for not sending you a ground bridge… These Earthing aren't allowing me to use them… well not anymore."

Waving a sharp servo, "No prob bob." The young mech beamed, "So… how's Optimus?"

'Earthing terminologies are confusing…' Knightwave thought, "He's stable, it might take a while to craft him a new arm, but overall his systems are running at optimal efficiency."

Rubbing his fore-helm, Smoke let out a jagged sigh, "That's good to hear."

Raising an optic ridge, "You haven't seen Dreadwing around, par chance?" The Seeker asked.

Smoke nodded his helm, "I have. He's back down that hall, talking to Ratchet and Drift."

"Much appreciated." Knightwave bowed, taking his leave.

"Hey!" Smokescreen called out, "Is it alright if I head back over to the Japan base? I… I have something to do…"

"I'm not in charge. Whatever you want to do is up to you." The purple seeker smirked, continuing to walk away.

{The Nemesis}

The downed warship rattled and creaked. The damaged core was beyond normal repair, and with the US military surrounding the vessel, there was no safe way of getting off the ground. Megatron wasn't doubtful. The Warlord simply marched through the ill-lit hall, and through a ground bridge that led into a grand hall.

"The Autobots may have thought that damaging the Nemesis would have kept us away from Rigor Mortis' research, but I beg to differ." Megatron monologued, turning a corner into Vector Sigma.

"Tell me, what data has this AI revealed?" The Warlord questioned.

Turning around to race the gunmetal mech, a singular red optic gazed into crimson. "Much wanted information about the Omega Lock, my liege," Shockwave replied.

"What of the Emberstone?"

Shaking his antennaed helm, "Despite using the severed arm of Optimus Prime, I have found it difficult to access any archives related to such a query."

"Do you suppose it is a failsafe to prevent anyone other than Knightwave from accessing the archives?"

"That is a logical assumption." Shockwave affirmed, "However, I deem continuing to search for the Emberstone as an illogical move."

"Care to elaborate?" Megatron crossed his arms.

"I do not wish to further this debate. I am simply suggesting that instead of pursuing a fruitless endeavor, we work with what we have."

Nodding, "I see… what will you need to construct an Omega Lock?"

"I'll compromise a list of materials. In the meantime, I suggest we work on a means of collecting said materials."

"I'm relaying in your expertise Shockwave." Megatron leered, "However if you fail me, you FAIL the Decepticons. Do I make myself clear?"

Shockwave simply nodded his helm, "Unlike Knightwave, I will not betray you, my liege."

"On your word then, I'll be taking my leave to Vos." The warlord glared, walking out of Vector Sigma and taking to the skies.

With the Medbay gone, Knock-Out was forced to relocate. The red mech wasn't too happy to discover where; one of Shockwave's hidden laboratories on Cybertron. The place was damp, cramped and most of all–

"Absolutely disgusting!" He shouted, stepping in a pool of Cyber-nucleic acid.

Grumbling to himself, Knock-Out mumbled curses at Knightwave for not telling him whatever plan crawled into his drives. To come to think of it, Tap-Out was most likely the mastermind behind the blasted plan. Slouching into an uncomfortable lab chair, Knock-Out let on an agitated sigh; one that rattled his very chest plate.

"Knightwave I swear to Primus, once you and my sister separate there'll be a ped waiting to be shoved up your afterburner." Knock-Out sneered.

Cutting Knock-Out's wicked thoughts, the sound of heavy pedes were heard coming from the entrance of the lab. Stepping into the ill-lit chamber, was none other than Shockwave. The mech's unsettling calm demeanor rattled the red mech's core.

"I take it that your little walk with Megatron went smoothly?" Knock-Out mused.

Approaching one of the many vats of Cyber-nucleic acid, the deep purple mech analyzed the beast that was growing within.

"Uh hello? Anyone there?" Knock-Out taunted.

Snapping his gaze, Shockwave's faceless faceplate held no emotion, besides the ominous red his optic produced. "I view your constant queries as irrelevant, and most of all annoying."

Placing a servo over his chest plate, the mech let out a sarcastic gasp, "Aww! That hurts and coming from someone so close to Knightwave. Why ever!"

Stalking over towards the small doctor, Shockwave beamed down a heavy glow. His hulking frame dwarfed that of Knock-Out. "If you wish to keep your voice box, I suggest you keep your motor mouth shut." The scientist growled.

Patting Shockwave's chest plate, "Oh please, and if it makes you feel any better, Starscream was reduced to a pile of scrape." The red mech smirked, hiding his true feelings of fear.

Easing off, the deep purple mech let out a sigh, his ragged frame shuddered. "Care to elaborate?"

'I can sense this is the start of a beautiful friendship.' Knock-Out grinned to himself, "Well if you must know, I wasn't involved. However, Knightwave was the one who told me. Apparently the Autobots were the ones who had the most pleasure taking out Screamer."

"I see… This reminds me of my execution… it was illogical of me to believe Knightwave would never partake in such a brutal form of deactivating another."

A still silence set in. Both mech's stood parallel from one another, both thinking… both had stirring feelings.

"Shockwave," Knock-Out spoke up. "What if I told you something so hard to believe, but yet so unbelievable you'll probably blow a fuse…"

"Logically, I didn't believe you when you informed me about Knightwave's fusion with your deactivated sister… nonetheless, it was Lord Megatron's discovery of Vector Sigma that had changed my mind about many things."

Rubbing the back of his helm, "Yes Vector Sigma… would you like to take a drive with me down there? I don't want to risk our Master walking into the conversation I wish to have with you." Knock-Out said with a hint of nervousness.

"Is it about this Emberstone? I have already deemed the search of it illogical, and have decided to put all my work efforts into finishing my Predacon project."

Shaking his spiked helm, "Oh no, that'll be something far more… logical."

The grinding sound of Shockwave's tank treads clattered across the rusted wasteland of Kaon. The once-proud Decepticon capital was nothing more than a pile of scrap shaped like a skyline. Driving silently next to the hulking Cyertronian tank, Knock-Out was mesmerized by the handicraft of Rigor Mortis and Knightwave. Each moving component captivated the doctor. So much work was done to shape Shockwave into what he was now, there was nothing left to give the doctor an indication of who he was before… before he was deactivated.

This had the red mech wondering; had him thinking about what he'll say to Breakdown. If anything, would he still be the same? Would they still share a spark bond, or would have that bond been broken? Knock-Out was at a loss. This drive had not only reminded him of his lost sibling bond, but it reminded him of all the damaging things he has done. Starscream didn't deserve to die the way he did. To be completely honest; if it weren't for his lust for power, Knock-Out was considering him as a way to move on from Breakdown.

'Guess I really fragged myself…' Knock-Out thought, noticing the open vault of Vector Sigma dead ahead.

Transforming into their bipedal mode, both mechs approached the grand doorway of Vector Sigma. This was the second time Knock-Out has visited the grand hall of wisdom- both times within the span of 48 hours, but there was something about this place that made his spark quiver.

"We have arrived, now would you care to elaborate?" Shockwave remarked.

Stepping into the grand hall, "First, would you give me your most honest opinion about Knightwave? I want to clear the air of any negativity." Knock-Out implied.

"He is a traitor. It was illogical of me to have believed him, to believe that he was one with the Decepticon cause."

"What gave you that idea?"

Stopping at the doorway Shockwave's singular optic flashed, "I do not know…"

"You don't know? What of Dreadwing?"

"Who?"

Snickering, the red doctor let out a cynical vent, "So I take it, Megatron has left out a few details."

Walking up to Knock-Out, "What do you know?" Shockwave snapped, "Tell me."

"Shockwave, Shockwave, Shockwave… Ever since I first met you on that battlefield I've known more about this war than Megatron… ha, I'm bluffing, but in this case, I do know more."

"Do you take me for a fool? If so, dragging me out here without Megatron's permission is considered- TrErk!

A long silver blade protrudes from Shockwave's chest plate. The shimmering vibrance of the sword that penetrated the deep purple mech's spark chamber, sent a wave of pain throughout Shockwave's frame.

"Don't move, unless you really want to be deactivated." Dreadwimg sneered, pulling the Nexus Blade cleanout of Shockwave's paralyzed frame.

'What's happening?! Why can't I move my body?' Shockwave thought.

Relaxing his frame, the red mech let out a much-needed sigh. "Took you two long enough," Knock-Out muttered, walking passed Dreadwing and over towards Knightwave.

Rubbing his fore-helm, Knightwave couldn't bear to look towards Shockwave. "The blasted Earthing base, the Autobots are taking refuge in, was preventing my connection to the Decepticon space bridge…"

{So we had to break out… Ultra Magnus wasn't too happy, but once we mentioned gaining another ally he caved.} Tap-Out informed.

"Would you please lower your voice, sister, hearing your voice in my head is just weird…" Knock-Out nagged.

{You know won't be weird? My ped up your tailpipe when I get my own body to do so!}

"To be honest, the way you phrased that… was weird." Knightwave muttered in a monotone voice.

{"SHUT UP KNIGHTWAVE!'} Both brother and sister shouted.

{~Sometime later~}

The blinding lights of a circular overhead light clouded Shcokwave's vision. Unable to express his discomfort, the dazed mech let out a ragged vent. Something felt wrong… did something felt right? Whatever he was feeling, he didn't like it; or did he? His drives were working on a logical explanation for whatever he was experiencing, but even that felt off. For the first time in eons, the deep purple mech felt his spark beat fast.

Jolting into conscience, Shockwave looked down at his cuffed servos. Memories flashed. Memories of his capture. Memories of the torture. Memories of the Autob- no… they weren't Autobots…

"What is this!?" Shockwave growled, squirming around the berth he was restrained to.

"The lie… the lie you believed in for eons." Knightwave's voice carried from the darkness.

"Knightwave… what have you done to me?"

Dimming the overhead light, Knightwave looked down upon his old friend. It had been eons since he last gazed upon his first patient. Never had he heard his voice filled with emotion.

"Finishing what Rigor Mortis started."

Shockwave felt the sorrow in the seeker's voice, he felt a sorrow deep within his spark, that dwarfed anything he has felt before… he felt whole. That was when it clicked. He had more rational thinking. He wasn't using ones and zeros. He wasn't thinking about the logical and illogical. He was thinking like himself; He was himself…

"How is this possible?"

Deactivating the plasma cuffs, Knightwave held out a helping servo. "I need your help, old friend. Not as Decepticon or Autobot, but as allies."

"I deem this… reasonable."