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Traitor
They always assumed he was just a paranoid minibot; someone who saw traitors everywhere just as Red Alert did. What they didn't realize was that he was only doing it to save his own tailpipe and to convince the Autobots that he wasn't actually the traitor.
As expected, they never saw it coming.
The Autobots, even Red Alert, believed he was a completely and utterly loyal Autobot. Why wouldn't they? He was an Autobot since the very beginning and never shown any signs that he could even vaguely be linked to the Decepticons.
After all, he was the one that, Bluestreak and Ironhide aside, appeared to despise the Decepticons the most.
Some of the minibots knew that long before the war started, he had been courted by a cassette player, just as many had in the past, and had declined the offer. What they didn't know is that after a vorn of persuasion, had freely decided to accept the offer and was still loyal to said mech.
It had been a long time since he last saw his partner and it felt great to be back. The soothing pulse of his companion was causing him to fall into a gentle recharge.
Now only if the brat were to move over just a tad, then everything would be back as it had once been, long before the war as well as before his partner had other cassettes. When he had left for his undercover mission, Ravage had just agreed to join him and his old friend.
Cliffjumper grumbled, nudging the younger bot over just a tad as he stretched. "Rumble, move over. I get the right side of the cassette holder."
Rumble onlined his optics, coming face to face an individual he had long since thought of as his enemy. "What are you doing in here anyway, Auto-dork?"
"If you must know, I was here first, brat."
The looks from the others were priceless and Cliffjumper was glad that he had gotten a few good image captures to show Soundwave. But now that he had a bit more room, he was going to take a long, peaceful rest.