Chapter 4: Defeat is Illogical

Planet of Remnant

Somewhere on the ocean

Day 1 after leaving Windpath…

Midday

To most people, simply staring out into the ocean would only bore them until they sought another form of entertainment to cure their boredom.

Shockwave's control over his emotions as well as years of patience could allow him to stare off into the infinity beyond without a single hint of boredom. As a scientist, patience was a cornerstone to his work; without it, he would not have succeeded nearly as much as he had. Hard-work was only useful when it was used with patience.

That did not mean, however, that his staring out into the vast expanse of ocean was unproductive. Contrary to popular belief, a great deal could be accomplished with one's mind. One could comprehend knowledge they had already gained, come to new theories, form new hypotheses, and reach new conclusions.

Shockwave had a great deal to learn about this world, so before the dustoff from Windpath, he had been going through databases, and downloading every byte of data that his scroll would allow. He could have used his own internal systems to store info, but he decided that only extremely critical information was to be stored within his own systems. It wouldn't take him long to memorize data as his mind was sharp. It could even be said that he possessed a sort of photographic memory as the saying went.

His current thoughts were with the Cross Continental Transmit System. It was the reason that communications and Remnant's worldwide network were a reality. The system relied on four towers, each located in different parts of the world. All four towers had to be active in order for the system to operate. Even if one was down, communication was cut off. Short-range communication could exist without the towers, but without the towers, kingdoms wouldn't be able to contact each other.

Shockwave couldn't help but frown at this flaw. What sort of fool built a system that could be taken down so easily?

All it would take was a very skilled saboteur to disable the system. Even if communications were down for the briefest of times, that was all that was needed to cause some serious chaos. Scramble the tower systems, cut the power, or plant bugs within the system. There were so many ways that the CCTS could be exploited. It was amazing that there were no serious attacks against the CCTS. Hackers didn't even have to be physically within the proximity of the towers to have their way.

Also a subject of interest was the Great War. It was a war of ten Remnant years, and it had been a brutal one at that. All Humans and Faunus fought because of a disagreement on how to stop Grimm attacks. Ironically, it was also due to heightened global hostilities that Grimm attacks increased, which prompted both sides to often stop fighting each other temporarily and fight the Grimm first. It appeared that despite their differences, at least all combatants could agree that the Grimm were a greater threat than each other. For as long as Humans and Faunus had existed, Grimm had always pushed them to the brink, even in this age of advancement.

Shockwave couldn't help but equivocate the Great War to the War for Cybertron. Centuries of war had existed between the Autobots and Decepticons. Sometimes, it was a struggle to recall a time before the war. The Golden Age seemed so distant, almost like a utopian that could never be achieved. Megatron had promised another "golden age," though after so much time had gone by, that promise had seemed hollow and substanceless. With the core of the planet shut down and the Allspark gone, Cybertron was nothing more than a wasteland and the scientist hadn't the slightest clue on how their dead homeworld could possibly be restored. Cyber forming technology wasn't even deployable on a planetary scale, not even close.

His whole life was built around logic, and though he never voiced his opinion on these matters out of respect for his leader, Shockwave couldn't help but think that Megatron's vision had long become warped into something much more different than originally planned. Megatron was the leader of the Decepticons, and his followers were loyal either genuinely or by intimidation. There was no middle ground.

In the end, though, between the Autobots and Decepticons, the latter was the only one with even the slightest chance of being able to restore Cybertron, however minuscule the chances were.

And he always joined the winning team.

Shockwave heard the waves splash against the boat, and he averted his gaze only momentarily so that seawater did not get into his eye and visual receptor. He would have to make sure that exposure to liquids did not rust his metal parts. He was certain there were anti-rust treatments that he could use.

This boat was filled with many people, Human and Faunus, children and adults, quiet and shy, and many others. He did not talk to any of them and nobody went out of their way to talk to him. That suited him.

Of course, he was prepared for a conversation when it did happen because logical dictated that soon or later, someone was going to walk up to him and muster up the courage to do so. He cut an impressive figure, and that probably served as a sort of intimidation factor.

There were more than a few ways to intimidate a foe with the way he was now. These organics did value their personal space and were particularly averse to staring. The conclusion was simple: to unnerve anyone, all he had to do was stare them intensely in the eye and invade their space. It was a classic tactic meant to intimidate and off-balance a target.

"Mental note to self." Shockwave murmured to himself as he watched people go about their business. "Study psychology in order to obtain more effective psychological tactics. Human and Faunus emotions, though similar to Cybertronians, may contain more layers to understand."

Until he could find more reading, he would have to resort to observing and taking note of conversations aboard this ship, provided that he remain subtle about it and not attract attention he didn't care to have.

Some five meters away, there was a Faunus who had an extra set of ears, presumably a mammal. Those were the most common Faunus types.

(X)(X)(X)(X)

Day 2 after leaving Windpath…

Early morning...

Shockwave was now opposite of where he was the previous day. He had eaten a quick meal from the mess hall before taking to the deck to enjoy what little quiet time he could afford on this vessel.

Yesterday, he had sorted out more than a few things in his head, the most important of them being the difference between Faunus and Humans as well as how to tell the difference between the two.

It had taken some time to get attuned to his Faunus senses, but he found very quickly that he was able to tell who was a Faunus by looking at a person. It was like his body was sensing a sort of organic pheromone. By knowing when someone was a Faunus, he could also distinguish a Human too.

Shockwave heard children as they ran by him, and he regarded them in a very curious light. These smaller versions of the living were something else, something he had never seen before. Cybertronians did not mate in order to reproduce and sustain the species as a whole. The Allspark generated new life. The only comparable thing to children on Cybertron were sparklings, and even then, that was a stretch. Sparkling was a term used to associate a bot or a femme with inexperience and naivety.

These children, on the other hand, were born from a woman, grew in body and mind with time, lived and matured, then aged and died. Children were truly the blood of their parents. Deoxyribonucleic acid was derived from a combination of the parents. In this way, the genetic makeup of the inhabitants of Remnant linked them all.

That ultimately led Shockwave to conclude that this was a weakness. All one had to do was have a thorough understanding of a body, Human or Faunus, and through this genetic similarity, one would be able to unlock the strengths and weaknesses of all. He needed to know just how similar his own DNA was to this world.

Shockwave had done some scanning of his own DNA, and he deduced that his Faunus blood was laced with something else, something alien to this world, but something that he was intimately familiar with.

Energon.

That might partially explain why he could fuel his Hyperflux Cannon, but he also concluded that his body required something else to power his technology. His best guess was that his aura was feeding it.

Every living thing with a soul possessed the ability to generate aura according to all sources of information he had. Aura gave the user the ability to enhance physical strength, defend their bodies, unlock the aura of others, and the capability to heal injuries. All of these abilities varied in power and scope depending on the amount of aura one had, the potency of aura, and sometimes if dust was involved.

Shockwave understood just fine what aura was and how it was used, but all of his logic and reasoning couldn't find a plausible and clear explanation why aura worked the way it did. It was illogical in every sense of the word. The soul wasn't actually a physical body part within a person. It was a spiritual and immaterial part of a person if he was reading correctly; it represented a person's morality and or emotional state. Immaterial things could not possibly generate such power.

Yet all the evidence told him that aura's power was real, and that meant it was powered by something.

Not only that, but aura was only part of the power. When one had an aura, more likely than not, one also had a semblance. A semblance was as power tied to a person, and every person had varying semblances. Again, the only thing that sources could all agree on was that these powers often were tied to a person's character.

Once again, this sort of reasoning was illogical, but like it or not, semblances were also a real thing.

The scientist had deduced that if there was another power that gave him the ability to use his Hyperflux Cannon, it was aura, but how he had unlocked it was a mystery. Usually, another aura-user had to unlock aura, but there were some cases where aura could be unlocked through sheer willpower or by meeting other conditions.

More importantly, since he had an aura, he also processed a semblance, but he wasn't really sure how he could find out what his was.

The only thing that he had to piece his way towards his own semblance was that a semblance was based on the person.

Shockwave knew who he was and what he did, but even so, that could open the door for a myriad of different powers. All he had to was look through a encyclopedia of listed powers in history to realize that knowing himself narrowed his potential powers down to perhaps a few dozen powers.

Semblances could be found accidentally or a person could be tested, but being tested required precedence, and this world had likely never seen a Cybertronian before. As such, it would seem that the only way for him to find out his semblance was to go about his business and hope for something to trigger it to life.

This was his only solution, and he was not pleased by it. Hoping was a fickle thing, and was not controllable.

It was through this digestion of information that Shockwave had come to realize that he had so much to learn about Remnant seeing as he was finding the need to understand how this world worked. If he continually augmented the number of things he wished to fathom, he would have to begin prioritizing lest he find too many things to work on.

The sound of a little boy chasing a little girl caught his attention. The former bot let his gaze linger on this chase. To think that they were the future.

The future…

Shockwave knew where this train of thought was going to lead him and he instantly shut it down. This train of thought was not one he wished to recall. Thought it was a part of his past and part of what shaped him into who he was today, the memories were just as much useful to him as they were irrelevant to him.

Idealism has no place for me. Shockwave slammed the door on the memories. Only cold-hard logic.

(X)(X)(X)(X)

Day 4 after leaving Windpath

Midday

In order to keep himself busy and focus on what was most important, Shockwave elaborated further on his own plans for the future, and less on information about Remnant. He would have time for that later.

His mind had led him to a dangerous path two days ago, and he didn't wish to think about it and the best way he could think to distance himself from those thoughts was to prevent himself from thinking about them, and that was best managed by keeping busy.

There were still at least a few more days until they reached one of the coastal cities of the Kingdom of Vale. From there, he would strike out on his own and secure a base of operations where he could be left alone.

He did prefer to work alone, but there was merit in getting help. As such, there were a slew of ways he could find help.

The most obvious one was to hire freelancers of various skills and trades. It was not an uncommon thing to do, and Shockwave knew that he had the ability to fund any freelancer with a offer they could not possibly refuse.

Hiring other huntsmen and huntresses was another choice, but it was a more risky choice. First, he needed to guarantee that they would be loyal to him. Second, he needed to make sure that they wouldn't expose him. Finally, he would need to know their every power and skill in battle, things that could be obtained with many degrees of success and failure.

For the umpteenth time in the days of the voyage, he heard the same children chasing each other in a game called tag. At first, he had labelled such behavior as useless and illogical. Children were meant to learn and grow and develop both physically and mentally. How were the expected to be the next generation when they played games that would ultimately amount to nothing in the lives?

Shockwave then came upon another way to view this game. From what he had heard, it was a game called tag, and it required that a single person, the one that was the tagger, chase others, thus making the tagged person the new tagger. This game did require physical activity, and this game could be modified in vastly different ways.

There could even be some sort of mental work involved. Quick-thinking and split-second decisions needed to be made when it came to the environment around them. Tag could even be considered as a sort of simplified version of a much more dangerous game meant for huntsman, huntresses, and Grimm.

Although this new way of considering the game of tag was interesting in itself, there was more importance behind what it represented.

Shockwave knew himself to be very opinionated due to his logical nature. If something did not follow logic, he did not agree with it, and tended to see any other way other than his as inferior. If he was willing to admit that another viewpoint was right…

"Travelling alone?" The voice of a man, the Decepticon noted.

He remained in his position, with only his head turning to see who wanted to talk to him. From the dresswear, he appeared to be the ship's captain. No one else dressed like this man. The white in his hair and beard spoke volumes of his age, and his wisdom and experience. If this man had captained a ship for a long time and was still sailing, he must know a thing or two.

It was tempting to discourage this talk from happening, but the scientist knew better than to do anything that could get him thrown off, however pleasant this many seemed to be.

"Isolation is my greatest ally." Shockwave spoke in a soft tone. "It provides me with clarity and peace of mind."

"Well, that could be said for anyone." The captain didn't disagree, but did not fully agree either. "But eventually, everyone needs someone they can trust, someone they can rely on. We all need friendship and family."

My experience says otherwise, old man. Shockwave could swear that his mental voice growl. Do not presume to know who I am.

"You have been watching me." Shockwave pushed himself off the rails and faced the captain. "Why?"

"The lonely ones, they've got the most interesting stories." The old man made his thoughts clear. "I've heard quite a few, but they've all got something worth listening to."

"And what would telling my story accomplish?" Shockwave prepared his defenses. "It is illogical to listen to a story and expect changes."

"That's the sort of thing that person who's not good at conversation would say." The captain replied calmly. "It's a pattern that I've seen in the lonely and paranoid types."

Shockwave disagreed that he was lonely, but he could agree that he was indeed paranoid, and with good reason.

"Also, your appearance makes it clear that you're anything but normal." The captain pointed to his prosthetics. "No offense."

"None taken." Shockwave responded indifferently. "And to answer your original question, no, I am not lonely. I am not meant to have friends and family. I am meant to live my days serving a more productive and useful purpose."

"You should have some more faith than that." The captain declared with a bit of concern. "It's what makes us alive."

"Living is a mental state of being." Shockwave coldly replied, intending to end the conversation. "Nothing more."

The captain seemed to get the hint, but still nodded respectfully and left to do whatever he needed to do, but not before leaving a few more words to consider.

"When wisdom and valor fail, all that remains is faith." A slight pause. "And it can overcome all."

Shockwave heard the words, understood their meaning, and almost ignored them entirely. Any sane person would realize that faith accomplished nothing. It was a means of excusing actions and decisions when one could not and or would not take responsibility for themselves. Faith was a weak explanation for how the world and the universe worked. Religion relied upon faith because it was easier to simply believe that there were mystical and otherworldly powers at work than to find the true answer to how anything worked.

Faith was illogical, and Shockwave would never believe in it.

(X)(X)(X)(X)

Day 6 after leaving Windpath

Late afternoon…

One of the more quieter times was here, and it was not a time to be thinking or making theories or coming to conclusions.

It was simply a time for meditation, something that could help clear the mind, give one even more focus. He could use some more of that given the ups and downs that had to contend with while aboard this vessel.

They would be reaching the Kingdom of Vale sometime tomorrow, and as such, it seemed fitting to do something other than staring off into the endless oceanic waters. He had made considerable headway in his thoughts.

Standing at the front, he closed his eyes and tried to use his aura, or rather feel it. He had no experience in using it per say, or at least none that he consciously knew of. Of course, once he tried to sense it, he could feel it, but he wanted to be able to sense it not just because he was consciously looking for it, but because he knew it was there and he didn't have to question its existence.

The sound of the ocean waves as they splashed against the hull of the ship was nothing unfamiliar to his ears, as he had become accustomed to hearing them for the entire duration of the trip. It was the difference in sound that caught his attention.

It sounded like water falling against water. Waves didn't splash high enough to really make that noise, so unless something was rising out of the water, like a creature from the water…

The ship began to rock, and this caused him to open his eyes. The voyage had been free of any weather impediments, which would also cause the ship to move like this. However, there was nothing but the setting sun in the sky and a few clouds.

Shockwave felt something that attacked him. It was not physical, but something was clawing at him, a force that wanted him dead.

The sound of water against water made him stand up straighter. He then rushed to one side of the ship and saw something rising from the water.

A black appendage, covered in white, and sporting the occasional red. Then two more appendages. Then three more.

It was… a Grimm.

"What in Primus's name?" Shockwave tried to understand what he was looking at. "A sea Grimm?"

Even as his curiosity became piqued, he still armed himself and took aim with his Hyperflux Cannon. He took a shot, one to test the lower settings of his cannon. The shot did make a scorch mark, but unlike the Grimm in the forest, there was no smoldering hole clean through to the other side.

Shockwave surveyed all of his surroundings. Tentacles all around, all of them more than capable of dragging this ship down to a watery grave if he didn't do something about it. He was aware that the ship was armed, but just the same, he intended to make sure their chances of survival rose.

Shockwave heard a few scream coming from below. Tentacles were actually trying to drag people off to their deaths. Shooting the tentacles would also mean damaging the ship if he used more power.

He would have to do this the hard way.

He first seized one tentacle with his hands and began to exert the most strength he'd ever had to use since arriving on this planet. He would soon know how much strength he had. He twisted and turned the tentacle, but the monster would not relent. He fired three searing shots into the tentacle, and a loud growl could be heard from below.

The tentacle let go and plunged back into the sea.

"Thank you." The man, another Faunus, looked up at him. "I was going to die."

"Get below deck." Shockwave pushed the man to a slightly more safer position. "You are not safe out here."

The man just took his words and the fled the scene.

Whatever this creature was, it had so many of these slim arm-like appendages that it would be impossible for him to tackle them all himself.

"Portside cannon!" Someone shouted. "Fire at will!"

Intense gunfire began to crackle in the air, and for the briefest of moments, the memories stirred.

Gunfire. Screams of death. Metal against metal.

He closed his eyes. He opened them.

The skies were black, the only light were the infernos raging across the landscape, the blaster fire from both Autobots and Decepticons.

"Huntsman." Someone was trying to get his attention. "You okay?"

Shockwave pulled back from his recollection to see the captain of the vessel on the deck above.

"We need your help." The captain pointed to the other side. "The Grimm is trying to sink us. We need you to get the tentacles off of us."

"Understood." Shockwave complied without hesitation.

The scientist dashed to the other side of the ship, trying to assess where the Grimm's main focus was on. He couldn't see the main body, but he had an idea of what it might look like. A body that sported this many appendages seemed unlikely to have the equivalent of legs, not this far out at sea.

Shockwave fired another shot at one of the tentacles, and this time, the creature, instead of taking the attack and retreating, tried to attack him instead. Shockwave subtly moved his body out of the way, leaving only the smallest of margins between himself and the water-covered appendage.

He then grabbed it with his hand and pumped five more blasts into it, making sure that his shots wouldn't hit anything other than their intended target. The effect was what he wanted as there was part of a limb now turning into dust as it fell to the wooden deck. He then wasted no time in pushing to the rear.

The engines were located towards the rear of the ship, and if those were compromised, then they would be stranded. They would have to signal for help, and that was counting on anyone being able to hear their radio signals. They were still a ways off from Vale, even if it took a days more time of travel.

Shockwave slid under another tentacle before smacking it with the weight of his cannon. It collapsed for a second before he wrenched it so hard within his grasp that it broke and was rendered dead weight.

The weight of the ship began to shift violently, and the former Decepticon struggled to maintain his balance and still run. Perhaps his biggest asset was his body coordination, which allowed him better control over his body than most. This combined with his Faunus senses allowed him to maintain his course.

Once he'd reached the back, he looked down to see that there were indeed tentacles, but instead of reaching up, they were coiled around something, like they were trying to crush whatever they were wrapped around.

"I will have to get the tentacles uncoiled." Shockwave asserted to himself. "But how without damaging the ship?"

Unless he gave this thing a reason to disengage, then they would be doomed to die a worthless and forgotten death.

His best chance was to actually get to the Grimm itself, and so far, it refused to show its body. Given the size of the Grimm and how it chose to attack, it was a surefire bet that this one had sunk more than a few ships and had to fight some enemies to take down some of those ships.

Shockwave took a look down into the water, and though the water wasn't crystal-clear, there was something big down there, something big and ominous. He wasn't scared, but he calculated his chances of being able to kill as very low.

The most rational part of his mind told him that this was going to get him killed. It told him that it wasn't worth the effort and there were better ways to solve problems like this. There had to be a more advisable course of action that didn't risk his own well-being. Even if this wasn't his world, he knew that he could make it better. In a world full of illogical things and illogical people, it would be disastrous for him to die before he could make a difference for the better.

The other side of him, the more daring part, informed him that his best accomplishments were done knowing that risks were always a possibility and that to not accept risk was to never truly advance further. People who used their emotions, which was everyone, always took risks, and thought they didn't all pay off, risks were still taken. They couldn't possibly all be fools if some had succeeded.

His conflict was irrational.

Shockwave took a breath before diving into the water. Although swimming was not one of his strong suits, he knew enough. Also, he noted that his organic eye would be of no use underwater, not without something to shield the water. His robotic eye was perfect however, so he closed his organic eye.

He moved a bit out to see what he dealing with.

The Grimm was massive in size, and it sported so many tentacles. Counting them all quickly was out of the question. It's body was a single mass from which all tentacles sprouted from. At its center was a circular gaping jaw with rows of large sharp teeth. Most of its body was black with the occasional white and red.

Shockwave fired his Hyperflux Cannon, the blast finding its mark. The Grimm didn't take kindly to this and reached out. The scientist knew that his mobility in the water was hampered.

So he wasn't surprised when the Grimm grabbed him and began to pull him towards its mouth. The grip on his body was unbelievably brutal. He couldn't move an inch, and he felt the air being crushed out of him. He couldn't breathe underwater, and he began to suffocate.

Then out of the blue, the grip lessened and he came lose, floating once again in the water. His first bodily response was to breathe in and out, a decision that he thought he would regret. The sound of cannon fire overhead could be heard.

Except his body didn't respond in the way he expected it to. He took a breath in, then breathed back out, albeit heavily. He breathed in and out again. He wasn't drowning; he was breathing the water in and out of his body.

No time for this now. Now that he knew he could fight underwater indefinitely, his chances of victory had just been raised.

Shockwave fired more successive shots, the shots hitting the body and causing bleeding points from which blood began to seep out. If he kept this up, the creature was going to die a slow painful death.

While doing this, he also had to contend with tentacles trying to snag him, but having learned from experience, he knew that his best chance of staying out of reach was by dodging and weaving. The Grimm let out another roar.

What became even more complexing was how the the Grimm decided to completely break off its attack of the ship in favor of him. This time, Shockwave could do very little as four tentacles grabbed him by each arm and each leg.

It began to pull at all of his limbs, as if to try and separate them from his body. A normal person would probably already be in pieces. His Cybertronian biology, whatever remained of it, probably was what was keeping his in one piece.

The sight of his imminent death awaited. Those teeth looked as long as himself.

I am not afraid to die. Shockwave mumbled these words. But dying before finding my answers is unacceptable. Illogical."

He felt… anger? Did he even know how to identify emotions anymore after so long without using them?

Somehow, forcing himself into determination gave him some sort of mental inner strength. For a tiny second, he felt a bit of empowerment. What he did not realize what that for the first time, his aura was activating in full and its power shimmered to the surface in an intense glare. Its touch to the Grimm was agonizing.

He was once again freed from his bonds. He hadn't realized that he had opened his organic eye, and found himself seeing perfectly.

"This is aura?" Shockwave looked down at his entire body as it glowed a dark purple. "It defies science, and yet…"

His aura beginning to show itself, he raised his weapon and fired again. The Grimm reeled back as it was under attack again. Shockwave pushed himself forward, firing numerous times without pause.

This was more than enough time wasted. It was time to put this thing down and get back to what he wanted to do in the first place. Not knowing how he did it, his aura began to increase his speed and now, he could go in for a kill.

Steeling his mind, he darted head-first into the mouth of the beast, taking care to avoid the sharp white teeth. Once within the confines, he began to fire continuously. It was a classic tactic that worked on all enemies: destroy the innards.

One shot.

Two shots.

Three.

He lost count, and continued to blast away. If he was using a trigger finger, it would be running on automatic. He was discharging shots as rapidly as the Hyperflux Cannon would allow him. The whole time, he did so with his usual impassive stare.

Kill it.

Destroy it.

It was logical.

Eventually, his shots were piercing its innards to the point where sizable holes were being made which allowed water to pour inside. Black smoke indicated that the beast was indeed dead. Thinking fast, the former Decepticon exited the way he had entered. Forcing the dead monster's mouth open was the only issue.

By the time he had forced his way out, the monster was almost scattered to the waters, and Shockwave navigated his own way to the surface with his robotic eye aiding him in this desire.

He surfaced, his lungs taking in the air in the atmosphere. It felt no different than breathing underwater. Was it his Cybertronian parts that helped him or was it his Faunus traits?

"Man spotted!" Someone's voice shouted from nearby. "At our nine o'clock!"

The man known as Shael pushed himself back to the ship, and a rope was lowered and secured it in his grip before he was pulled up slowly.

"Well there, tough guy." Matte helped Shockwave as he was pulled up. "That was impressive to be sure."

"It was the logical thing to do." Shockwave offered as his feet hit the deck.

"We probably oughta get you dry." The captain noted the water dripping all over his form. "We don't want you to catch a cold."

Shockwave doubted he could get diseases but simply said yes just for the sake of being polite.

"Thanks for saving us." Matte declared with a smile. "Guess that means we're even now."

"That would be the logical assumption."

A slightly longer chapter than normal, and one that combines a bit of action with classic Shockwave mind stuff. When it comes to Shockwave, there are so many things that I could talk about, and many of you seem to appreciate me going through his thought processes, so I hope what I did made sense.

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