Information is Power

SOUNDWAVE

[subvertedarchitect-blog]

Soundwave. Just wonderful.

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Sarcasm detected.

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Primus Blessed more Fun Police.

Error: Incorrect use of adjective “fun" with improper terminology.

Request: Cease lousy attempts at sarcasm immediately.

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Hunt: On

Given a few hours' rest of natural recharge, Soundwave felt himself rejuvenated and his vision clearer than before, and believed himself capable of carrying out his - now secondary - plans. 

He was now aware of Megatron's energy signature on the planet, and conscious of Shockwave's location off-planet. At some point, retrieval of Shockwave would be necessary, and preferably, soon. But while Megatron roamed above the ruins of cities long ago...

Soundwave would find his way back up to the surface, and he'd find his leader before anything - so with pristine new facial armor and weary, wobbly joints, Soundwave left his temporary berth and began his ascent to the top streets of Cybertron... or rather, what was left of them.

[wellendowedscientist-blog]

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His vision might be cloudy, but his HUD is functional enough for the communications officer to start estimating travel times.

Soundwave has no idea how he’s going to get there, though. The fact remains that he’s a cassette tape player. “Negative. Your recovery is on the top of my queue. Flight-capable transportation will be acquired.”

[wellendowedscientist-blog]

“I am not in any immediate hurry, though Megatron requested I begin research on the tear phenomenon as soon as I am capable. I shall await your arrival and gather information from this network in the mean time.”

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"Affirmative."

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Soundwave, there you are.

And….Glitch. I was not aware you were still functional.

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“Shockwave. Status?” It’s formal and distant at best, but even with the crispness of his repaired vocalizer, his voice wavers a bit in the slightest hint of worry - having located Megatron and Shockwave is quite the step forward in his plans… whatever they may be, right now.

[wellendowedscientist-blog]

“I am presently on a small asteroid. I have my coordinates, but they are quite a distance from Cybertron or any planets that sustain life.”

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“Acknowledged. Energy reserves?”

[wellendowedscientist-blog]

“Currently high. I have been in worse situations—no need for the concern, Soundwave.”

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“Concern is mandatory on a level of self-preservation.”

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“Perhaps. In any case, do you possess a method of transportation that can reach my location?” Shockwave sends Soundwave his coordinates, trusting he won’t give them to anyone else.

[bricksizedmicrocassette-blog]

His vision might be cloudy, but his HUD is functional enough for the communications officer to start estimating travel times.

Soundwave has no idea how he's going to get there, though. The fact remains that he's a cassette tape player. "Negative. Your recovery is on the top of my queue. Flight-capable transportation will be acquired."

[wellendowedscientist-blog]

Soundwave, there you are.

And….Glitch. I was not aware you were still functional.

[bricksizedmicrocassette-blog]

“Shockwave. Status?” It’s formal and distant at best, but even with the crispness of his repaired vocalizer, his voice wavers a bit in the slightest hint of worry - having located Megatron and Shockwave is quite the step forward in his plans… whatever they may be, right now.

[wellendowedscientist-blog]

“I am presently on a small asteroid. I have my coordinates, but they are quite a distance from Cybertron or any planets that sustain life.”

[bricksizedmicrocassette-blog]

“Acknowledged. Energy reserves?”

[wellendowedscientist-blog]

“Currently high. I have been in worse situations—no need for the concern, Soundwave.”

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"Concern is mandatory on a level of self-preservation."

[wellendowedscientist-blog]

Soundwave, there you are.

And….Glitch. I was not aware you were still functional.

[bricksizedmicrocassette-blog]

“Shockwave. Status?” It’s formal and distant at best, but even with the crispness of his repaired vocalizer, his voice wavers a bit in the slightest hint of worry - having located Megatron and Shockwave is quite the step forward in his plans… whatever they may be, right now.

[wellendowedscientist-blog]

“I am presently on a small asteroid. I have my coordinates, but they are quite a distance from Cybertron or any planets that sustain life.”

[bricksizedmicrocassette-blog]

"Acknowledged. Energy reserves?"

[wellendowedscientist-blog]

Soundwave, there you are.

And….Glitch. I was not aware you were still functional.

[bricksizedmicrocassette-blog]

"Shockwave. Status?" It's formal and distant at best, but even with the crispness of his repaired vocalizer, his voice wavers a bit in the slightest hint of worry - having located Megatron and Shockwave is quite the step forward in his plans... whatever they may be, right now.

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Ah. Megatron. Soundwave's vision is still cloudy and his vocalizer is sore - hes only just came out of a haze, vaguely remembering the outline of his leader as he was lifted. It was all sensory memory, no clear visual, but his audios worked excellent as always, which is all that matters. His motor functions are operable, just languid, slow. Careful. His body feels foreign, with his repairs, and he's cautious to not break anything else. He's not entirely sure where he is at first, and decides that does not take priority just yet. It's dark, but the atmosphere is familiar - that's all the comfort he needs at the moment before he addresses his leader.

Well. After scanning the connection for third parties and tracers. 

"Lord Megatron," he sends, almost testing, surprised at his own voice. He believes it was Shockwave who repaired him - maybe, maybe not - but the sound is crisp and fresh, uncultured from the dialogue he picked up on Earth, however minimal.

But he likes it, the ruthless monotone sound. "Current location is believed to be Cybertron. Atmospheric conditions indicate that I am located deeper in the planet-"

His voice cuts off abruptly, something pings. "Location software has pinpointed my location as the remains of Kaon. Energy reserves full, motor functions recovering from stasis lock. Commands?," Soundwave asks, as he tests his fingers and pedes.