A Friend for Graduation by Spin
Chapter 5: The Rally
Whoa has it really been that long since I updated? Where did all the time go?
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"DATASNIPE!" Turing towards the sound of the bellow, the professor forces himself not to snarl at the approaching figure. Instead he tries to paste a friendly smile onto his face.
"President Nobletrans, I did not expect to see you outside my lab today."
"Given that today is the first of the rest days, I suppose not." The gold and bronze mech stands defiantly before him. "Nowhere else to be professor?"
"Not really. Just thought I would spend a little bit of uninterrupted time in my lab."
>Whirl>
"Is there some way in which I may assist you?" Nobletrans' optics narrow slightly.
"How about an explanation?"
'Uh oh! What dose this fool think he knows this time?' Datasnipe attempts to keep his tone light and innocent when he replies.
"Explanation, Nobletrans?"
"As to way you had a student miss all his planetary lectures yesterday?"
>Whirl>
"Ah," Smiling sweetly Datasnipe offers up a portion of the truth to the golden mech. "Soundwave requested to join me for the day, as he had already completed the course material for those lectures I could see no legitimate reason to refuse him."
"And where did he accompany you to?"
>Whirl>
"Oh, around." Datasnipe half-shrugs as if to emphasise the vague nature of his words. "Nowhere in specific, just an extended stroll really."
"A stroll?" Nobletrans crosses his arms over his curved chest. "And what did you do on your 'stroll'?"
"Just a bit a random conversation, about various thing happening in the world, nothing specific."
"Hur hu. Nothing specific." Nobletrans' optics narrow. "Just a random discussion. Your latest project one of these random topics?"
>Whirl> Trijade twitched on his creators shoulder.
'Latest project? That idiot Midiquack wouldn't of been stupid enough to talk would he?'
"I suppose it might of passed through our conversation."
"And how goes your latest attempts at new creating encryption techniques?"
'Encryption? Ah... he knows nothing.'
"A bit slowly to be honest. Hit a bit of a 'creative block', I suppose they call it."
"I see." Nobletrans uncrosses his arms in defeat. "I suppose that would explain the lack of a recent report on you progress."
"If you wish, I could have a report, of my progress or rather lack there of, on you desk before the students return."
"If you would be so kind. Good day to you professor."
"And to you Mr President." Nobletrans give the maroon mech a final glance before continuing on his way.
'I know you're up to something Datasnipe, and I will find out what it is.' President Nobletrans fumes while he considers the maverick professor. 'Hmm... You got rather defensive when I asked about your project, but relaxed when I mentioned 'Encryption techniques'. That's not the project your working on is it? So what kind of project is more important to you than designing weapons and distributing them around our peaceful city? And what dose it have to do with that student?'
Once safely inside his lab with the door firmly sealed, Datasnipe utters a sigh of relief.
"I do believe our beloved president is going to be a nova size pain in the waste disposal unit from here on in."
>Ark>
>ARRrrrrrrK!> The high-pitched cry echoes through out the campus, startling many of the inhabitants.
>ARRRRrrrrrrrK> A again it rings out, stinging the audio receptors of those closes to its source within the building housing the lecturing staff's quarters.
>ARRrrrrrrK> From within the same quarters as the painful shrieks, muffled shouting can also be heard.
"I am SORRY Trijade, however you simply cannot join us this evening." A maroon and green mech informs the wailing green creature, as calmly as he can.
>ARRRRrrrrrrrK>
"The other Affiliates are rowdy enough on quite nights, as you yourself well know." The master of encryption tries to reason with his winged companion. "On one such as this, when every member is likely to be in attendance, the risk to your well being is simply too great, you will have to remain here."
>ARRrrrrrrK>
>BANG> >BANG> >BANG> Came a pounding noise on the sealed door, from outside in the corridor.
"Datasnipe!" A muffled yell reaches the two companions through the door. "Some of us want to get some rest not get permanent audio damage, shut that flying tin-can up!" More muffled sounds follow the complaint, presumably agreeing with it.
"Trijade please!" A small red visor glows angrily. "If you keep this up it will bring Nobletrans to our door this very night, and I've already had to arrange to meet Soundwave out side the campus to avoid his continuing interference." Datasnipe softly pleads with his small friend, hoping to avoid disturbing his neighbours further.
>Whirl> After a moment, Trijade responds dejectedly.
"Thank you," the professor responds in relief. "I will retell to you every detail of the meeting I can upon our return, but now I must prepare to meet with our young scholar."
Along one of these gloomy streets walk two mechs. Their dark colours almost blending in but their fine state of health contrasting strongly with their current surroundings. The elder of the two appears to be more at ease with this environment, than his young companion, by the confidence in his steady pace, the certainty in his movements, and the focus on his destination. The younger mech observes his surroundings with interest but keeps close to his elder.
"Filthy creatures" the elder murmurs to his companion, mentally indicating a grovelling empty nearby trying to get their attention. "They have no self respect what so ever, they take and take and give nothing back to our once great civilization" He hisses as both silently dismiss the sound of the beggar's pleas for fuel and continue on their way.
"Ah... here we are Soundwave" The elder finally comments, indicating to a nondescript building a head of them. "What you will learn hear today will be of far greater value to the rest of your life than all of that foolish diplomatic whining about pacifism and charity, your other lectures preach." Soundwave looked a little doubtful but it is obvious to his mentor that his curiosity had won out long ago.
As they continue their approach to the building a bulky mech steps out in front of them.
"And where do ya think yer goin?" He grinds out, his voice as rough as his amour is rusted, he stands defiantly in front of them.
"Calm your self, warrior," Datasnipe's voice rings out with subtle authority. "I've brought the lad here to learn of the wondrous future the almighty has planned for us, from those remarkable enough to be chosen to lead us into the new age."
"Hu?" The warrior seems perplexed for a moment, as if unable to process Datasnipe's words. Then he passes a curious optic over them both, lingering a little upon the younger Soundwave. "Hmm... Thinkin' a joinin' up kid?"
"Option under consideration" was the monotone reply.
"Wha? Under... Yer both some kind a smart mechs or somethin', hu?" A slow, unpleasant smile creeps its was onto his face plates. "Well any army needs a bit a cannon fodder."
"Indeed it dose. So glad to see you are aware of the natural order of things and are content in your role in this life" Datasnipe replied in friendly tones as he and Soundwave made there way past the confused but still smiling warrior guarding the door.
Once inside the building Datasnipe immediately goes towards a door near the back of the filthy, foul smelling room. Neither professor nor student pay the various over energized mechs, passed out on the floor and tables, any mind as they proceed to go through the door and down a dimly lit ramp.
Downstairs the floor is packed, there isn't ten square meters of floor space that doesn't have a mech standing in it, and this subterranean room is by no means small. Soundwave finds it easy to imagine four of the Acadamy's main lecture theatres could fit in here with room to spare.
Datasnipe leads them deeper into the room. As they pass the various mechs already present, Soundwave is able to catch snippets of conversation…
"…lots here tonight…"
"…here to hear him…"
"…guest speaker…"
"…the almighty…"
"…wouldn't waste his time on us…"
"…boss is very excited…"
"…must be him…"
"…who else…"
Curiosity overrides caution once more as Soundwave turns to question his mentor…
"Of whom do they speak?"
Datasnipe stops and favours Soundwave with a smile not unlike that of the warrior outside.
"They speak of the one who shall shape our future" Datasnipe turns his attention back towards the far wall and Soundwave notices for the first time a stage of sorts there.
A dust blue mech is standing on the stage, near the centre, babbling about "…this being a momentous occasion…"
"Fascinating, could He actually of come to our pitiful city?" Datasnipe breathed.
"…the greatest mech of our time…" A shape starts to emerge from the shadows at the back of the stage.
"By Primus! It is him…" came a shocked voice from someone in the crowd. No one was listening to the dusty blue mech, all optics are on the approaching figure.
"…the almighty…" As he steps into the light one name is present on so many lips it's like every spark in the entire building spoke his name…
"MEGATRON."
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For a Soundwave fic I think Datasnipe and Trijade are starting to dominate it, sigh I'll have to do something about that or it will all end up squashed in chapter 8.
Thanks to everyone who got this far, especially: Soundwave's Idol and noone.
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Now if I can only think of what to write for Meg's speech