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Warnings: slash (implied)?
Family
Soundwave entered the room he shared with his creations. His plan had been successful, despite some unforeseen situations. He had never meant for his partner to collide with the human vehicle, but Jazz had left the Ark when he wasn't supposed to leave. It was only fortunate that Prime had someone tailing the saboteur. The fact that the Porsche had almost died at his hands sent a wave of discomfort to the Con, who didn't knew how to deal with it. Why couldn't he have found Reflector interesting? The camera had been, and was still, interested in him. Maybe if he hadn't met Jazz first. . .
Who was he kidding? Meeting with Reflector always gave him a headache and strained his carefully built mental walls. A fact that always angered Soundwave, who prided himself on the stability of his mental processes.
Soundave walked to his desk tiredly, the chatter of his creations reaching his audios and soothing him. They might've been small and young, but his Cassetticons had worked their way inside the Decepticon ranks. Against all odds, and the animosity the majority of the Decepticons felt towards him and his creations, they had become important to the cause.
He was extremely proud of them. Even Ravage, his oldest creation, was still young enough to be considered a mere spark-child. Not like the black panther acted his age. War and the demands of his creator had made him age rapidly. The same could be said for Laserbeak and her twin Buzzsaw. But it was Rumble and Frenzy who continued to puzzle him. They were his youngest creations and still retained much of the naiveté newly sparked creations had. It wasn't supposed to be like that, as the spark he used was far from pure and not so young; unless he had unconsciously placed that trait on their programming.
Everyone believed Soundwave had used his own spark to give life to his creations. Their link encouraged that idea and neither Soundwave nor the Cassetticons felt the urge to disperse the rumors. Soundwave had actually asked Vector Sigma for their spark. Back then, Megatron had complained about the lack of good spies and Soundwave had the sudden thought of creating the perfect spy and saboteur for the service of the Decepticon cause. He had planned, designed, created and assembled his first creation with virtually no assistance. Everything had been done, attached and was tested by him; from the color of his paintjob to the neural circuitry and programming. The result of his work was a small, black quadruped robot with red optics.
Once his creation's body was completed, he agonized over how he would voice his request to Vector Sigma. The old machine had a way of working like the mythical creature the fleshies called genies. You asked for a spark and hoped Sigma didn't mess it up by exploiting some loophole or bad wording made by the poor creator. It took him three vorns to find the correct way of wording his petition and he left Sigma with a healthy spark for his creation.
The spark he got from Sigma had been perfect. Being careful to not destroy the spark, he separated a small portion of it and, once stabilized, placed it in his creation's laser core chamber. The spark was inside, but it was too small to power up the body of his creation. He had planned it that way in order to create a link with his creation. He used his own energy to power up his creation for the first time. Soundwave still remembered the feeling of pure joy and relief he felt when Ravage's optics went online. His creation had been extremely weak at the beginning and his thought processes were somewhat childish at times, but Soundwave had learned to be patient and carefully taught him everything his creation would need to become the best spy in the Decepticon ranks.
Megatron had been pleased with Ravage's work and ordered Soundwave to create more spies for him. The Communications Officer began working immediately. He stood before Megatron with his two newest creations. The twin sisters, Buzzsaw and Laserbeak, were small with a jet-like appearance and a thirst for violence. Soundwave loved them both, but the war had been at its peak and he had neglected both of them. As a result, Laserbeak was more insecure and shy, opting to attack at a distance and ignore everyone save Soundwave and, after a sever punishment, Megatron. Buzzsaw was more daring and liked to attack everything and anything that moved, especially humans. They were both quite, like Ravage, which didn't surprised Soundwave as he used portions of the same spark to give them life.
It would be a couple of millennia later, after Jazz had returned to him after a rather long argument and time of separation, when he felt the need to create another set of brothers. It was just a whim of the Communications Officer that resulted in the creation of Rumble and Frenzy. They were supposed to be twins, but a complication with Rumble's spark had the robot activated the next day.
Today, while hearing his creations argue about something trivial, he realized that Sigma had done something to the spark he had received that day. He had, from time to time, wondered what the stupid machine had done to mess with the specifications he had requested. Now he knew. . . They all had something that reminded him of his partner.
Ravage had the saboteur's stealth and ability to improvise in the direst of situations. Laserbeak and Buzzsaw had his partner's most dark traits; his anger, violent tendencies and cruel streak. Jazz was no innocent mech; under his foolish behavior lies a mech who did not hesitate in placing a bomb on a Decepticon base near a Neutral's refugee camp. The explosion took both the base and the refugee camp and left no survivors. Rumble and Frenzy had the Porsche's thirst for entertainment. They had taken on human music, television, outdated videogames and speech mannerisms and went around the Nemesis playing pranks on the other, much taller, Cons.
Soundwave felt tired, yet his energy readings were slightly above seventy-five percent. He wondered what his creations' reactions would be if they knew the Autobot could be considered the human equivalent of a father thanks to Vector Sigma. He figured they would throw themselves in front of an angry Megatron and his fusion cannon. Soundwave tried to think what Jazz's reaction would be, but the insufferable Bot was too unpredictable. Would he be glad of having a family of Decepticons? Would he be mad at Soundwave for not telling him? Would he feel guilty for trying to kill them? Soundwave had no idea, and frankly, he didn't want to know. Besides, a family is a blood-bag term. Cybertronians don't have families.
Then why did he feel so uncomfortable at the knowledge that Jazz would not hesitate to kill his Cassettes and vice versa.