Soundwave Meets the Internet
"Cricky. Look over there, that there is a King Cobra, one of the most venomous snakes in the entire planet!" The Australian quickly chase after the jet black serpent. It released an angry hiss as warning, flapping it out its skin that surrounded its head while spitting out a few squirts of venom.
Steve Irwin jumped out of the way, laughing in excitement. He pulled out a long, metal stick; picking at the slippery reptile, and with great reflexes, was able to pin the snake down only a few inches below the head.
He carefully picked up the cobra, squeezing its jaw shut, and holding it up to the camera lens.
"Cricky, this beautiful creature can kill over 20 men with just a single bite!" Irwin grinned and carefully tossed it a few feet away before taking off like a mad man to the nearest vehicle. The camera crew followed.
"Crickeh… chsszt …Cricki-ty!" Soundwave adjusted the voice a bit so it wasn't so static-y, "Cricky!" An amused grin spread across his unseen.
"That glitch!" Starscream slammed his clenching fist into the wall, leaving behind an impressive dent for a mech his size. "I am not a paperboy! I am Second in Command!" His intense glare fell onto the data pad as if it was the cause of his rage. "Megatron will pay!"
"Look over there! That there is a Cybertronian, a sentimental being very powerful; one shot from the rockets and I'm gone!"
Starscream twisted around to see Soundwave peaking around from the corner.
"This Cybertronian is known as Decepticon, one of the most dangerous creatures in the universe."
What was this mech doing?
"Soundwave, what has gotten into you?"
Soundwave didn't pay any attention; he quickly laid down on his stomach and slid across the floor towards Starscream as if approaching a dangerous animal.
"Soundwave," Starscream warned struggling to keep his tone to a minimum. "What in the name of Primus are you doing?"
"Crickey, this type of Decepticon is known as Starscream, a seeker, and the most delusional mech in the Nemesis!"
"What is that suppose to mean!?"
"He often confuses his weaknesses as strengths, biting off more than he can chew and in most times turning into Lord Megatron's biggest bitch."
"I am not Megatron's bitch!"
"He is delusional because he thinks he will become the leader of the Decepticons; sadly when the time strikes this here seeker cowards away."
"Soundwave, I don't know where you got that strange, voice, but I can assure you it won't be there for very long..." Soundwave didn't pay the angry seeker any mind.
"Often times, this seeker attacks from behind, like a hungry tiger hunting its prey. His natural enemy is the Predacon, who often beats up these types of seekers: The annoying type."
"Soundwave I'm warning you too-" Too bad Starscream didn't get a change to continue his threat. Soundwave darted away and disappeared around the corner.
Knockout hummed to himself, enjoying his personal quiet time alone with his mirror, admiring the way the light made his frame look more attractive.
"Cricky!"
Knockout jumped his mirror slipping out of his digits and crashing to the floor, shattering into a few large pieces.
"Oh, for the love of Primus!" He scraped up the pieces and dumped them into the local trash shoot, before investigating the murder of his reflection.
Soundwave stood peaking around the corner. "Look over there. That is the Decepticon medic, Knockout, the most psychotic mech you'll probably ever see. He thinks he's the most attractive mech in existence."
The red mech huffed, resting his hands on his hips. "I am the most attractive mech in existence, Soundwave, and I would enjoy it if you left me alone."
Soundwave rolled behind the medical table. He carefully peaked up at the medic.
Confusion didn't come close what Knockout felt, "What in Primus' name are you doing?"
"This medic pampers himself constantly, often stealing other bots' waxing kits for his own personal use. Many scientists, mostly Starscream, think of Knockout is a femme, due to the fact that he worries more about his looks then his own patience."
"Why you little, worthless, know-it-all," Knockout grabbed the nearest tool he had and turned it on. "Prepare for surgery…huh?"
Soundwave was gone, yet again.
Steve has never laughed so hard before in his entire life. Blue Energon tears rolled down his face repeatedly, he tried to dab them away, but with how shaking his servo was form laughing so hard, it was probably better off letting them dry themselves.
"Do you feel any better, Steve?" Soundwave questioned, holding out another cube for his friend. The drone snickered a few times before calming down enough to take the drink. "You have no idea. I still can't believe you did all this because I had virus."
Soundwave smiled, though Steve couldn't see it, it was still there. "I only wanted to make you feel better. With the Autobots still at large we need all the bots we can get."
It was a lie.
A stupid, white lie, but Soundwave didn't want to open with his spark just yet. As the humans say, don't wear your heart on your sleeves. He'll have to wait until Steve was one-hundred percent sure.
"I understand," Steve sighed, smiling presciently. "It's till nice to know that someone at least cares enough for my well being."
Steve had no idea.