Hello all!
so... I said I'd post all four chapters yesterday, but I got distracted, and so here I am posting the other two the morning after...
If I were to accomplish anything with my equipment I'd require 2 things. 1. A clean area to operate. 2. A list of everything I currently have at my disposal. So I walked through the lab, collecting items of one source, glass. I then piled them at the entrance to the cave and was about to bring them out to dispose of them. Except, just as I stepped outside I saw a large white plane high in the sky, for a second I thought it was the Nemesis, I was unsure whether I should be elated or worried. But it didn't matter, as it was not the Nemesis, but in fact it was a simple human transport jet.
Of course no one on board would be able to see me, but that doesn't mean no other humans would be able to see me, and not just humans, but also the Autobots or Decepticons. I'd need a far more concealed disguise.
I turned back inside and went to the half functional computer.
It took me a moment to recall what exactly it was I was looking for.
Ultimately, I typed in 8 characters. 'M.E.C.H.'
The computer struggled to process my demand, but soon brought up the information about the organization.
It's leader Silas… or rather C.Y.L.A.S had approached the Decepticons in the late Breakdown's body with a deal, Project Damocles. A super powerful military satellite, with 'pinpoint accuracy at the flip of a switch.' produced by Silas himself. And seemingly destroyed by Earth's atmosphere. The rest of M.E. personnel are unnamed and unknown. And it seems C.Y.L.A.S met his end on Knockout's operating table. However, specifics are not mentioned.
I quickly looked up the construction of Project Damocles, to see if I could find any way to contact the organization.
I soon found information within the code of the Damocles project. Like locations where the satellite would not target. I assumed these were the locations of the residencies of the people who worked on the project as well as M.E.C.H bases.
I quickly found the closest one to my current location, then quickly transformed and left the cave to approach the remains of the organization.
I approached their last known location.
A factory, within an abandoned industrial district.
Fortunately no one was around to observe my less than discret alternate mode. And if they were it would be fairly difficult to see as the sun had ceased casting its light.
I found one of the silos had been hollowed out, and an access for vehicles added.
I transformed just outside and cautiously ducked to fit inside.
Once within, I realized it was empty. Save for a few flowers in the center of the silo. Looking up I found that the roof had caved in, however the part of the roof that fell was noticeably absent. I looked around at the walls, trying to see if anyone still operated from this location.
I found the walls of the silo to be mundane and not revealing anything of importance. So I transformed and drove slowly out of the silo. I then simply roamed around the enclosed factory complex. Just as I was about to give up and check the other locations, I noticed a small human. roughly the age of the Autobots pets. Judging by the figure it seemed to be female. I idled as I awaited to observe what she would do. If I preemptively approached a random human, one who was not allied with MECH. then that could have disastrous consequences.
She didn't stumble around as I'd seen a few inebriated humans do when they were out at this time in places such as this. Instead she seemed determined, but withdrawn. She certainly had a destination in mind. I watched from between two smokestacks as she entered the large silo, at which point I lost sight of her. I left my hiding spot to approach. From the outside I saw her kneeling in the middle of the silo. A dark green cardigan obscured her features, but beside her was a grey knapsack, its top was opened and out of it she pulled a single orange flower, just like the ones that were already placed there. I ran a simple search on what specific type of flower it was. According to the humans search engine, the orange flower was an orange lily, or a tiger lily, or a fire lily, whichever term is correct it is commonly known for pride, but also hatred.(1) I also ran a search on what is meant by leaving flowers on the ground. Apparently it is a show of remembrance to one who has been lost in death. Usually left at the place of death, or where the corpse is later stored. I found the meaning of the flower to contrast sharply with the act of leaving the flower in the first place. it peaked my interest, was the female upset with whomever was buried there, or who died there. Or was she proud of him? I was so intrigued that I began to dedicate today's Audio log to this encounter. In my ruminating I hadn't noticed her stand up and begin to leave.
So when she left the room, all she presumably saw was a large, strange purple vehicle with a large cannon on the top as it spoke to itself, talking about her.
"... from what I've gathered from the Humans internet, the act of placing flowers is meant to convey sadness and longing for a deceased acquaintance. The specific type of flowers also adds different meanings. The ones this specimen has left are called Orange Lilies, they are also known as Tiger Lilies as well as Fire Lilies, regardless of their proper title…"
"Ah! Are you… are you with the government?"
I instinctively transformed from the sudden noise.
I realized what I'd done and backed up before transforming and backing into the shadows.
"Are… you here under Iago's(2) orders, ready to kill me?" she asked hesitantly.
Now that I could actually view her thoroughly frightened face, I could observe her features. She had a thin face with small lips and striking bright sky blue eyes. As well as honey blond hair, her nose was very small and her ears were covered by both her hair and the hood. But for such a young girl… she looked striking, by human standards.(3)
Without even realizing it, I'd forgotten that she can still hear me while in my vehicular form.
"The subject has spotted me. I will have to continue the original intended Audio log at another time. The subject has bright blue optics, with golden blond locks, a small olfactory sensor and currently indiscernible audio receptors…"
"I… you… can talk… you can… You're… You're one of the things that killed my father!" she finally managed to say.
I abruptly ended my Audio log at having been reminded that she could still hear me. So much for hiding and acting like she hadn't just seen me.
"I am… unaware of your Sire's designation." I answered hesitantly.
"Oh cut the bull, why else would you be here other than to gloat over his grave!" she shrieked.
"I actually came to this specific location searching for someone, possibly someone like you." I answered.
She seemed to become far more hesitant at that.
"Are you going to kill me?" she asked.
"That depends on what you will do." I answered her vaguely.
"What leads to my survival?" she asked.
I transformed to kneel over her.
"What do you know of an organization known as MECH?" I asked her seriously.
"Who's asking?" she eyed me warily.
"The one currently in possession of a weapon capable of producing miniature black holes." I answered bluntly.(4)
"Understood… Mech is an organization, founded on the idea of a new world order, under the lead of my father, ruled by an iron fist of extremely advanced technology." she answered.
"And this sire of yours, is MECHs leader?" I inquired.
"He was, until about 2 and a half months ago."(5)
"And by logical chain of command, you'd be his successor?" I stated.
"Yeah, you'd think that. Except for Iago. he claimed a 16 year old girl couldn't lead a terrorist group."
"You are 16 years old, I assumed you were slightly younger?" I amended my file on the human teenager before me.
"Well… 15 and a half, I tend to round up." she corrected, to which I once again corrected the file.
"So… if you're not working with Iago, and aren't here to kill me, not yet at least, what are you here for?"
"I require the assistance of a human, the only ones I'm aware of that wouldn't immediately run or shoot at me are the members of MECH."
"And so you decided to stalk the 16 year old daughter of the world's most technologically advanced terrorist leader through the abandoned factory that was once one of their bases?"
"So I decided to search for any member of MECH, whether 15.5 years old or 16 years old, whether they be the son or daughter of the late leader of the organization, and happened to find them in the factory that served as their fathers grave." I corrected as I stood up straight and turned to check our surroundings.
Her jaw flapped open.
"You… you can't just say that! That is so disrespectful and it honestly hurts!"
"Did I ever say your feelings would be my concern?" I questioned.
"Feelings should be everyone's concern!" she exclaimed.
"Feelings interfere with logic."
"Logic is a great thing, but it can only get you so far. If you dont feel you don't truly live."
"And who says?" I asked her, this was a legitimate question that I desired to hear her answer to, so I turned to regard her once more.
"Science. Why do you think Humans are the dominant species on this planet?"
"Firstly, the current dominant species in terms of might is us Cybertronians, secondly the current dominant species in terms of population is bacteria. Thirdly Humans became the 'dominant' species due to their ability to explore, test, solve, adapt, and invent. And fourth, your science is simply incorrect and ultimately illogical."
"And who says?" she mocked.
"Me, I am in fact still alive, and yet I have no feelings for me to 'truly live'."
"By that logic you shouldn't be able to feel intrigued by what kind of flowers I'm placing at my fathers grave." she retorted.
"You… heard that." I muttered.
"And now you're shocked or embarrassed that I heard you practically stalking me."
"I feel no such things." I lied.
"Fine, abduct me, or whatever it is you intend to do." she said as she lifted her arms straight up.
"You accept your fate so simply?" I asked.
"Well, it's not like I can run far enough away from you. You'd either blast me and find someone else, or drive and catch me. So I might as well be obedient and start off on the right foot."
"The right foot?" I asked confusedly.
"There's a saying, 'got off on the wrong foot.' it basically means we didn't have the best first impression, so I'm saying the reverse of that. Also, might I point out that curiosity is an emotion."
I only huffed in response as I transformed. I rotated my gun so it was out of the way of the hatch and left the gun hanging off the back, just above my rear treads. Then a hatch opened from the top of the tank.
The human didn't bother asking, or waiting for me to ask her, she simply climbed up my tread assembly and spread her arms as she balanced across towards the cabin. She then hopped off the tread and onto the base and slid down into the cabin.
"Exercise extreme self-control." I ordered.
"Yeah, yeah, don't press buttons, don't flip levers, if something says do not press don't press it." she responded.
"...affirmative."
We then drove back to the cave.
Once we arrived I didn't bother waiting to let her out before transforming.
"Hey! if I'm gonna help you, you gotta at least show some common decency!" she cried from inside me.
I sighed and opened my chest panel to reach inside and pluck her out. I then set her down on the computer console.
I then went back to sorting.
The child sat and dangled her legs over the edge of the console as she gently kicked them in boredom.
"If I'm supposed to help you, I need to know your name."
"My designation, is Shockwave." I stressed the correct term.
I then returned to sorting.
"Aren't you gonna ask my name, or designation or whatever?"
"I have no need to know your designation." I answered bluntly.
"Well that's rude. Anyway my name is Sloane."
"I highly doubt I'll find a situation in which your 'name' must be used." I replied.
The girl didn't respond after that. Not until several cycles later that is.
"So… Do you have any other helpers that I should know the names of?"
"I'd be concerned my decision to accept you as my helper was illogical if you did not know your own 'name'" I answered.
"That's big science talk for 'just me'" she answered sarcastically.
I simply ignored her as I piled up all the predacon parts in a corner instead of the entrance. These I may actually use in the future.
"So, what are you doing. And why did you need me?"
"I am clearing a space for me to work as well as organizing and cataloging what I have at my disposal. You are a part of that list."
"Ok… that doesn't explain what you need me for." she pressed.
"I am in need of a suitable excuse for resources I may need. Consider yourself as my escort."
"So, what you need is for me to explain why a giant purple robot tank needs high tech items."
"Among other things." I answered.
"What are you intending to get that I need to explain?"
"Energon, Predacon bones, Growing tubes, and many more essential items."
"Umm… you lost me before Energon and got me back at Growing tubes." she answered sheepishly. I sighed and turned back to my work.
"Couldn't you… ask others like you, like the ones that killed my father?" she asked.
"I am unsure of the events surrounding the demise of your sire." I stated honestly.
"A large… what do you call yourselves again?" she started.
"Cybertronians."
"A large cybertronian began to fight my father's home-made cybertronian on top of the silo you found me in. That very silo was the control hub for the home-made one. The fight became so intense, that the real one smashed the home-made one through the ceiling where it crushed him."
"Then where are the remains of the ceiling, and the offlined fake version?"
"Other members of MECH took care of that, along with my father. They then implanted him into the body of another of your friends, which they'd found dismembered in the woods. From what I've heard, he then went on a rampage, killing all the MECH members he saw, then somehow gained access to the Decepticons, where we lost track of him. All we know is he stole his own project Damocles back from the government."
"So, the silo is not really his final resting place?"
"Not technically, but it is where he spent his last moments as a human, hence that's where I decided to place my flowers."
"Incidentally, what was your intent with those specific flowers?" I asked.
"Ahh… well… for as much as you call my father 'sire' that's all he really was to me. I lived at the base. But, I rarely saw him, I usually had to take care of myself, the most care I received was four bored guards in the corners of any room I was in. however they never interacted with me. Either they were under orders not to, or they just never decided to interact with me, either way it really shows how much my 'daddy' cared. But as he is my father, I can't wholly hate him. So, the flowers that carry a double meaning of hate and pride… they… they suited the situation."
"I understand."
"You… you do?" she asked as she rubbed her eyes with her sleeve, she was certainly tougher than I thought as I noticed that she didn't actually rub away any tears, as there weren't any.
"Indeed. While it is not the same situation. I've been abandoned by my master twice now. Both times he did not bother to check whether I'd survived. While I agree with him much of the time, I can not forgive him for this."
"And so you need me, to help you make something to get revenge?" she asked
"Not quite, more the opposite of revenge."
"You're gonna give him a gift?"
"No, I'd rather not interact with him, so I'm constructing something that will dissuade him from coming near me were he to locate me."
"So… like a 'Shockwave's room, no entry' sign?"
"Something a little more… abstract."
"Humor me." she practically demanded.
"Before, I mentioned I was in need of Predacon bones. Are you aware of what a 'Predacon' is?"
"No…"
"I've heard it be likened to a 'giant robot dragon'."
"As in the Komodo dragon? Or the 'fire breathing winged lizard' dragon?"
"The latter." I answered after a quick search of what a Komodo dragon was.
"Oh… wow, and I assume it'd be scaled to you, so how big a dragon would be to me, but multiplied at the same rate so it would be roughly the same scale to you?"
"Affirmative. However with my current limited resources, that will prove a challenge."
"I know who can help you get some of those resources, but you're gonna have to help me first." she said.
I sighed but turned to her to show I was listening.
"MECH can certainly help you get the resources, but in order for that to happen, you need me back in a position of authority within."
"And how do you expect me to assist you with that?" I inquired.
"We can force our way in. with you they can't do anything to me." she replied.
"Your confidence is illogical, they managed to capture multiple of my kind. Breakdown, Arcee, Bumblebee, and Starscream. Three of which lost a part of themselves and had to have it replaced or substituted, with Breakdown being reformed into your sire."
"Wait, you know their names?"
I sighed.
"Indeed. Breakdown was the body your sire later inhabited, and his… file… states he was given to Knockout… the Decepticon medic…" I oddly found it difficult to explain, I summed it up to me not knowing the full circumstances.
"So he was turned into a full on Cybertronian by an expert?" she asked.
"he... was… dissected… by an expert." I struggled to correct.
"...Figures, he wanted to live as one, and wanted to die as one too… and he got his wish." she finally said after several long cycles.
She then simply watched me in silence as I continued to clear the cave. Soon I had everything I may need in the future piled in the corner and everything to be disposed of was by the entrance.
"No matter how much you organize, the stuff will still be in your way, at this rate you'll block the cave entrance." she spoke up.
I looked over to her, then at the quite constricted cave entrance.
"I feel the need to purge my lab of these materials." I said.
"I require your assistance."
(Sloane's pov)
"I require your assistance." he declared in a monotone voice.
I looked up from my lap to see him at the far end of the cave. He seemed to be waiting for me to head over to him before he left.
"I… require your assistance." I replied.
He looked over to me and noticed that I couldn't leap to the ground from the computer console.
An echoy metallic sound escaped him, which sounded suspiciously like a sigh as he approached to offer me a hand.
I was extremely tempted to mention that irritation is an emotion. But I refrained from doing so for my own safety.
"Thank you." I said as I hopped off his hand and onto the ground where I ran ahead of him to the entrance.
"Appreciation noted," he answered.
He slowly stomped towards the entrance, when he got there he did whatever it is he did to turn into the tank.
"I'm not sure how you Cybertronians work, but I don't think I can explain a giant pink tank."
"Firstly, I am not pink, my primary color is purple. Secondly, I am able to find a new alternate mode. To do so, I merely need to view one of similar mass and is of the same type."
I nodded before climbing up his side and hopping into the hatch.
"Exercise extreme self-control," he ordered.
"Yeah I know, you told me earlier." I sighed. The inside had so many buttons and knobs and glowing bits. And right in front of me was a big old window. But it was tinted black so no one could see in. On either side of the window were also massive screens, showing his surroundings. One just above the window was a basic short range radar and beneath all of it was a massive control panel. I sat in the chair but didn't touch anything at Shockwave's command. We soon arrived at some abandoned gas station. I heard the whirring as the tank gun moved out of place to permit the hatch to open. The hatch above me popped open and I scrambled out.
"I require a mobile storage unit." he stated as the hatch closed behind me and the gun returned to its place.
"So… a trailer?"
He didn't respond, but luckily, there was a tattered and rusting trailer hidden behind the gas station. I walked around to it and dragged it around. To the front, when I did there was a long smooth purple car. It did what Cybertronians do and turned into a robot, this one was much shorter than Shockwave only reaching up to the middle of probably his shoulder. And his arms certainly weren't as impressive; he had no massive black hole creating gun, or he was just super advanced and he did have a black-hole gun but it didn't require the size of Shockwave's.
"Lieutenant Shockwave!" The purple car exclaimed.
Shockwave also turned into a robot and stood over him.
"We all thought you'd died in the blast!?"
"My demise was greatly exaggerated, the only things that did perish in the detonation were the Predacon clones… and my loyalty." He rumbled.
Then without any hesitation Shockwave began to beat the newcomer until it had fallen unconscious. Or it was dead, I'm not sure if giant robot vehicles can fall unconscious? Shockwave then grabbed him, and went around behind the gas station. When I followed him I saw him reaching inside his chest to pull out a long purple cable, which he plugged into the back of his head. Then he turned the other robot over and plugged the other end into the back of its head.
He then turned to me.
"As you are approximately my trusted assistant, I will require you to unplug the cord from the back of my head, after roughly one cycle, or if another occurrence may interfere."
"What is a cycle and how do I disconnect you?" I asked nervously.
He sounded serious… more serious than usual somehow.
"Disconnect the Vehicons end first, then wait 5 astro-cycles before disconnecting my end." Then he twisted the end connected to 'Vehicons' head and it locked in place.
I still didn't know what a cycle was or what an Astrocycle was, so I waited 10 minutes before I began to disconnect the two.
"Hi… Mr Vehicon, I'm gonna pull this cord out of your head. Please don't wake up and kill me or Shockwave."
I twisted the cord which unlocked it, then with a hiss I raised it so it was no longer connected, thankfully Vehicon remained unconscious… or dead.
I then waited another minute before I unplugged Shockwave.
"You are clearly unable to determine the appropriate passage of time." He reprimanded.
"Oh no. Did I mess something up?" I asked worriedly.
"On the contrary, your delay allowed me to acquire knowledge on the events that have taken place in my absence."
"If you had pulled it when I'd told you, then I would not have been able to gather such intel. And if you had pulled it before I had told you, then I would have lost my memories, and part of my conscience would be mixed with the Vehicons."
"Sorry, I don't know what cycles and astro cycles are." I apologized.
He was silent for a second before answering, "that was one astro cycle"
And 300 astro-cycles make up one cycle."
"So… one astro-cycle is basically a second and one cycle is basically 5 minutes."
"Affirmative." He responded before turning into a tank right in front of the trailer.
I walked around to his rear and picked up the trailer hitch. I turned to attach it but found there was nowhere to attach it to, and if there was, Shockwave's rear treads would get in the way.
"There doesn't seem to be anywhere for the trailer to attach to." I told him.
That echoey suspicious sigh sounded as he turned back into a robot and moved to the back, he then turned into the tank again so that his front treads were on either side of the trailer.
"That works I guess." I shrugged.
The cannon slid back and rotated so the barrel was no longer covering the hatch, then I hopped in and sat in what I now considered my chair.
Shockwave then drove on his own back to the cave. When we arrived he didn't bother letting me out and turned into his robot form to pile all the unneeded resources onto the trailer. It was clear we'd need to make a second trip.
When he was a robot I found that the window became his chest, which was a new point of view. It was cool to watch everything shift around to become new parts. He then turned back into a tank and drove out of the cave with the filled trailer between his treads, of course all that meant was I was unable to see much. So I quickly became bored.
"Hey Shockwave, was that purple robot the master you were talking about?"
"No, that was a simple Vehicon soldier. He is merely a disposable clone." His voice rumbled through the cabin.
"So if he is disposable, did you kill him?"
"No, that would be illogical and draw undesired attention. The loss of a Vehicon's life may not be noticed by Starscream or Lord Megatron, but Soundwave or Knockout may notice. And they would certainly investigate. If all they know is a Vehicon was badly damaged and has no recollection of who his attacker was, they may hopefully assume that an Autobot was in this area."
"Is that what you did with the cord, you removed his memories?"
"Affirmative, the cortical psychic patch allows the user to view and even interact with the victims processor."
"The cortical psychic patch is the cord? And the processor is what you call a brain?"
"Affirmative on both counts." He said, there seemed to be a slight hint of pride in his tone.
"The Vehicon called you Lieutenant but, you aren't stuck up and strict like I'd expect one to be?" I asked.
"I'm not?" He asked.
"Well… you are, but not the way I would think a war mongering general would be."
"That may be because I possess a far more logical position than a simple general. I was my master's lead scientist." He answered.
"Oh… you sure like the word logical don't you?"
"Of course, if I were to look at the world without logic. Well then that would be… illogical."(6)
I laughed at his antics, if you could even call them that.
After a few more minutes, or cycles, I came up with another question.
"Hey Shockwave, what do you call that… turning into a tank thing?"
"That is a basic capability all Transformers possess. It is called Transforming. That's what I am, and that's also what the Vehicon you saw before was. As well as Breakdown, whom your sire utilized and the same goes for the ones who resulted in your sires demise. We are all Transformers."
"Wait… but I thought you were Cybertronians?"
"We are. Cybertronian merely means we came from the planet Cybertron. Similar to how I could consider you an earthling."(7)
"Ah, I understand."
"So, can you transform into anything?" I asked.
"No, transforming is still bound by the basic laws of the universe. Mass must remain constant, and each individual part must remain connected in some way; parts may change, but cannot change so drastically as to be unaware that they are the same. Parts can not be created nor destroyed, only converted."
"So, transforming still follows the basic laws of physics."
"Indeed. Transforming is governed by our basic laws. And we would know, as we've successfully built two of your kind." a voice answered. I jumped and looked around. There was no one else in here, and looking out the window didn't reveal anything. I stood up and gently opened the hatch as much as it could, to see four green cars surrounding us and a green helicopter hovering above us.
Shockwave was noticeably silent.
"Oh don't worry titan. We already know of your existence," a voice sneered.
"Iago…" I grumbled upon recognizing the voice.
"If you cooperate you'll be escorted to our base of operations. If you don't... Well, the same outcome occurs, only with one tiny change. You'll be in pieces."
Shockwave didn't respond, but he allowed himself to be escorted to the base.
"Well… we would have had to deal with this at some point." I muttered.
Soon we arrived at the base. A small community of four short buildings. Each had four stories and there was a road that went through the middle of them leading to an underground parking garage entrance. Once we were in the middle of all four buildings Iago told us to stop. Shockwave obliged.
"Titan, show yourself." he commanded. I heard the whirring of Shockwave's gun moving out of the way of the hatch, I'd seen Shockwaves transformation enough times to know that wasn't a step he goes through from tank to bot. I stood up and hopped out of the hatch.
"Sloane! What are you doing with one of the titans?!" Iago asked.
"This is my new tank, the Personal Interception and Negation tactics Combat tank. Or the P.I.N.C tank."(8)
"I highly doubt you invented a tank that can converse." Iago drawled.
"What do you want with me?" I deflected.
"We were not aware you kept the company of titans."
"And who says I do?" I asked.
"This." Iago replied before pulling a pistol out of the holster at his side and held me in its sights.
The sound of shattering metal echoed through the apartment complex as the P.I.N.C tank turned into Shockwave. In an instant he was kneeling behind me, his right arm placed defensively between me and Iago with his cannon aimed at him.
"Ah, there's the titan." he murmured as he dropped the gun to his side.
"I hope you acknowledge that harming my charge is a very illogical choice." Shockwave rumbled. I saw the little fins on the sides of his head flick in what I assumed was irritation.
"Indeed. For you cyclops, I hope you are aware of your greatest weakness." Iago answered as he raised the pistol to aim at Shockwave's eye.
"Unlike humans, my optic does not lead directly to my processor, doing so will merely inhibit my sight, not my ability to retaliate." Shockwave retorted.
"I see, but I have but one question. Why protect her? What can she give you that I can not?"
"Your argument is… Logical."
I gasped in shock, would he just cast me aside like that? We hadn't known each other for very long, but I felt we'd come to somewhat of an understanding!
"Yet, ironic," he continued.
"By that same logic what could you offer me that she could not?" he asked in return.
Iago seemed a bit miffed that he was unable to get Shockwave to side with him.
"Well, then… I simply won't give you a choice then. Join MECH in peace… or pieces." Iago ordered.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw plenty of snipers and missile launchers poke through the windows.
Shockwave stood up before looking down at me.
He looked back at Iago before continuing.
"We did intend to come to you for aid, simply we did not expect to receive this opportunity so soon." Shockwave admitted.
Iago licked his lips in satisfaction and seemed like he was about to turn and walk away.
"However, there is one condition."
Iago tensed and looked at Shockwave.
"Sloane takes over in her late sires steed." he demanded.
"Shockwave's log #1.(9)
From what I've gathered from the Humans internet, the act of placing flowers is meant to convey sadness and longing for a deceased acquaintance. The specific type of flowers also adds different meanings. The ones the specimen designated as Sloane has left are called Orange Lilies, they are also known as Tiger Lilies as well as Fire Lilies, regardless of their proper title, these specific flowers convey both hate and pride. With my current knowledge I surmise she is proud of her sire's accomplishments and feats, but hates him just the same for his lack of interaction with the subject. His obsession with my kind has led him to neglect his own offspring.
Seeing as my kind has resulted in her loss of a fatherly figure, I may be expected to fill the role of 'sire' in her life.
(1) so... Apparently there is a lot of controversy in what flowers have double meanings. this is the closest well known flower to what I wanted to imply.
(2) Yes, I've read Othello, and yes, Iago is named after Iago.
(3) If you notice I said 'by human standards' Shockwave is in no way interested in Sloane that way. he is merely stating facts as he sees it. and because when I tried to explain her physical features in Cybertronian terminology... well let's just say I literally couldnt... so I opted for Shockwave to explain it in human terminology.
(4) this is something I actually learned about TF:P Shockwave.
(5) so, I tried to determine how long would have passed since the episode with the Nemesis Prime... needless to say the timeline of TF:P is very hard to follow. so I guessed it'd be 2.5 months
(6) this one line was hilarious to write!
(7) this is my explanation as to why they are called both transformers and cybertronians. especially since creatures like steeljaws and drillers are native to cybertron but are unable to transform, they would still be cybertronians but they aren't transformers.
(8) ah... yes now Shockwave can't deny that he is pink... or P.I.N.C
(9) I think for this story each chapter is gonna end with either an audio log by Shockwave or something by Sloane like a page in her journal or one of her observations or something.