Sins and Sparkles.

= /[AU!Senator Shockwave RP Blog]\ = ------- M!A----None Due to his experiment (and its unintended results), Shockwave is now intimately aware of the multi-verse. In his own ‘verse he is leader of an Autobot science team, focused on energy renewal. Yes, that’s right Autobot. In that timeline he managed to be saved before the torture of shadow play and empurata. Somehow avoid death with the rest of the senate and later joined the Autobots. Art credit senatorsh0ckwave

[formersenatorshockwave]

Handy Nights Out

[partyhardmedic]

This is Ratchet’s second time at Swerve’s, and the first time he hadn’t looked at the menu so much as been given what the bartender was willing to part with for free. This time, he hops up onto the stool next to Shockwave and begins flipping through the drinks display, making note of which mixes sound like they might be to his tastes but not choosing just yet.

“Any recommendations?” he asks, eyeing Shockwave’s half-empty cube. “What’ve you got there?”

[formersenatorshockwave]

“I have Haunting Past mixed with Mary Stu.” side glancing at Swerve, “I am sure he found it funny. It does however taste very good, Swerve has a gift for refinement indeed.”

Leaning over closer to Ratchet to look at the menus, “What flavors are you into?” He smiles dashingly a flicker of a flirt in his optics before looking back to the drinks.

[whatwouldprimusdo]

Without the other pinning him to the seat the truck quickly vacated his spot, a few twitchy steps into pacing before he stops himself. When he finally looks back over at Shockwave, there’s a pinched tension around his optics. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” And didn’t that come out sounding far more bitter than intended. Plating clicked over his frame, treads giving a little whirring spin. “It’s–” Optimus cuts off with a little sound of frustration, running a hand over his crest and bill, down to pinch at his nosebridge. 

There are a few moments of carefully shifting armor before he looks up at the other again. Antenna click down a few notches at that expression, though. “Physically, you’re Shockwave, but…” His demeanor crumbles a bit, treads spinning a slow rotation. “There’s too much discrepancy past the defining points.” statement accompanied by a little shuffle of hands, mimicing a scale. 

The mech this Shockwave was eerily similar to had been taken to his execution millions of years ago, had died again barely three years ago. The easily ignored hovering feeling of wrong had finally crashed into the Prime with all the force of a freighter.

[formersenatorshockwave]

“Oh.” his optics dim as the scientist looks to the deck, a disapproving frown crossing his face, “I understand. I appreciate you stopping before using me as a surrogate, I wouldn’t have agreed to that.”

Shockwave grips the back of his chair harder than necessary, before taking a seat. “I am sorry if I lead you on. I realize I made stir emotions of a lost friend, I was not intending to use that---”  Taking a another deep vent, “Could you just leave me alone for now?” I can’t hold this facade up much longer, please go.

“If you need more practice history or looking for precedents. My comlink is always open.” He replies icier than intended as his turn to look stiffly out the window.

[formersenatorshockwave]

Handy Nights Out

[from here]

The scientist same primly on the bar stool his tall elegant frame so practically displayed in just that way that other patrons couldn’t avoid looking at him.(Or was it the rainbow paint?) He was stretching over talking to a blue mecha, giving the mecha a soft pat on the shoulder before the car departed to join his friends in another booth.

Shockwave just returns nursing a cube and waiting for Ratchet.

[partyhardmedic]

Ratchet’s optics are drawn straight to Shockwave when he enters the bar–it’s hard to miss such a brightly coloured behemoth of a bot. He grins and waves, trotting over with a greeting of “Hey, Hands!”

[formersenatorshockwave]

Bestowing a brilliant smile on Ratchet SHockwave curls his legs in more to allow more space for his partner joining him tonight. “It seems we are both stuck on this ship. At least our company with be enjoyable.”

Gesturing for Swerve’s attentions, “What will your drinks be tonight?”

[badspeeder]

Blurr looked fairly surprised to see Shockwave roaming about, let alone plopping down next to him. He glanced at him and settled back just a bit, to make their talking a little more even.

“Shockwave. Hey… didn’t expect to run into you out here. K-Kyeehehheheh. Out for a walk?”

[formersenatorshockwave]

Returning that look of surprise with a friendly smile, the scientist slumps against the bulkhead. “They let me off the leash when they find my knowledge useful~” he cheerily answers, “I was just going back to hide out in Perceptor’s lab when i found much better company than an empty room.”

[badspeeder]

“Kyeheheh. Is that how it works with you?” His finials flicked and he turned to face the mech again. He pressed a claw to his chassis. “You can’t possibly mean me, can you? K-Kyeheheheheh. Come now, you’re just flattering me.” He waved his claw. “So… what’s your job these days?”

[formersenatorshockwave]

Shockwave looks around the empty halls,” Hrm. There is no one else here so logically it is only you I speak of!” With a soft laugh he pats Blurr on the shoulder, “On this ship? I am tending Preceptor’s experiments and providing theoretically useful information on a possible alternate--- or you mean more in general?”

[whatwouldprimusdo]

As pleasant as the kisses were, as much as he enjoyed being so close to Shockwave, the entire interaction had begun tasting decidedly… off. It was the reaction–how the larger mech, this Shockwave, his touch wasn’t familiar the way it should have been. 

That wasn’t to say Optimus had recent experience with the mech, but the associated memories were still easily accessable. The curious touches and inexperience? They further solidified the feeling of wrong wrong wrong buzzing through his system. It was Shockwave, yes, but it wasn’t–

“Stop.” His hands pushed lightly against Shockwave’s chest, at the same time he pulled his head back slightly, enough to snap the mask back into place. 

[formersenatorshockwave]

Optics widen to their widest calibers as they flare online, Shockwave jerks back instantly as the denial. His face a myriad of reactions, confusion, disappointment, hurt, embarrassment-- as the sound of the mask(he knows what that means) the scientist slides himself for the prime’s ex-enforcer’s lap stumbling just the slightest at his sudden change. He just messed some thing up---

“I am sorry--- there is supposed to be a date first isn’t there?” He covers quickly, his mind still berating himself mentally for a mistake and that ever present hum of him stepping out of his social class. 

Normally the bum is a pleasant denying convention but way the sudden change it buzzes and claws in that tampered edit part of his mind scratching at the surface--- no he isn’t going to let Optimus see that side ever. If as his mind suggests it be easier right now just to turn off those feelings and retreat and regroup. 

The over brightening of his optics make the smile seem wooden and forced, while the quiver of his audial blades some his uncertainty his his fights a hidden war in his  helm for control again. Rejection and pain-- as that’s the emotion that is upsetting him so--- just nudge that away... That’s ok,nothing ventured nothing nothing new would be discovered--- it has never been wise using himself for experiments. A deep cooling inhale.

“I apologize if I did something wrong?”

[formersenatorshockwave]

He had been pacing he halls lost in thought until spying one of his fellow stranded, with a contented hum Shockwave plops down beside Blurr. It will be nice to talk to the fellow educator without a disapproving aura in the room.  

“Hello Blurr!”

[badspeeder]

Blurr looked fairly surprised to see Shockwave roaming about, let alone plopping down next to him. He glanced at him and settled back just a bit, to make their talking a little more even.

“Shockwave. Hey… didn’t expect to run into you out here. K-Kyeehehheheh. Out for a walk?”

[formersenatorshockwave]

Returning that look of surprise with a friendly smile, the scientist slumps against the bulkhead. “They let me off the leash when they find my knowledge useful~” he cheerily answers, “I was just going back to hide out in Perceptor’s lab when i found much better company than an empty room.”

[badspeeder]

Truthfully, he’s tired. He’s been sifting through data like he has an actual job again and it’s wearing him down. How long will he have to look before he finds something useful? What is he supposed to do when he does? He’s out of his element- he’s out of his everything. He keeps a log and record of everything he’s found, but he isn’t sure if it’s enough.

Velocity is ruthless. Dodge is quiet. There’s less communication between himself and Polyhex. For all he knows, everyone there is either dead or Decepticon. He’d stay in Drift’s office, but it’s just getting worse. His lead Raider often tells him that walking might help.

It doesn’t take him very far. He’s sat himself on a small bench, one claw with his chin propped in it, the other swirling a cube of energon. He stared down at the liquid, as if it has all the answers. Maybe after this, he should just avoid Polyhex. It’s over and done with. He needs to focus at the task at hand. He needs to forget about the issues in Polyhex, otherwise, he’s no help at all.

He scratches a finial and sips his energon, staring at the scuff marks his pedes make on the smooth floor. “We need to figure something out soon…”

[formersenatorshockwave]

He had been pacing he halls lost in thought until spying one of his fellow stranded, with a contented hum Shockwave plops down beside Blurr. It will be nice to talk to the fellow educator without a disapproving aura in the room.  

“Hello Blurr!”

[formersenatorshockwave]

Handy Nights Out

[from here]

The scientist same primly on the bar stool his tall elegant frame so practically displayed in just that way that other patrons couldn’t avoid looking at him.(Or was it the rainbow paint?) He was stretching over talking to a blue mecha, giving the mecha a soft pat on the shoulder before the car departed to join his friends in another booth.

Shockwave just returns nursing a cube and waiting for Ratchet.

[whatwouldprimusdo]

“You’re fine,” the prime grins, bright and genuinely happy. The grin dissolves into another fit of laughter, with how eloquent Shockwave is normally is, it’s adorable how words have apparently left him. Optimus tips their helms back together for a moment before lifting himself up–sliding a bit under the larger mech to sit more comfortably in the chair, pulling Shockwave with him. 

One happy twitch of antenna later he’s pressing another kiss to the Scientist’s nasal ridge. “More than fine, I don’t think there’s anything you can’t excel at.” Another kiss, bumping their noses together to hopefully just breathe. “Something your universe doesn’t do, then?”

[formersenatorshockwave]

At least his grace has yet to leave him, Shockwave slides smoothly into the prime’s lap, a surprisingly light weight frame (Only the best of alloys for his frame.) curling onto Optimus’s chest as they kiss. 

Breaking the kissing he smiles, a soft yet excited laugh chimes echoing slightly, “Kissing is surprisingly exhilarating to expose yourself to fully to another.” Kissing him once again, “Tasting their ventings.” Another kissing, “memorizing the plush to their lips.” One more kiss, “Sensing the closeness of another’s spark as it spins as erratically as your own.”

His kissing stops only to test kissing else where down those tempting neck cabling maybe--- no no just the nasal ridge then the jaw line, slim artful questing digits dance over a transformation seam at the truck’s shoulder. Finally he speaks, “He never indulged it--- I wish we had.” Leaning back only enough to level a brilliant smile on the former leader.

[formersenatorshockwave]

Reporting!

[robotspacepolice]

“Yeah, that’s how it works. Everyone hates Prowl and Prowl hates everyone back. I’d be more shocked if that wasn’t the case,” Red Alert muttered, as if he was stating some immutable law of the universe. “And good riddance.”

The Security Director continued to watch the insufferable stranger out of the corner of his optic, hissing a little at his bouncy movements, but avoided commenting.

Once they reached the bridge, he gestured for the senator to wait outside. “I’m not making any promises. If he’s too busy to see you, that’s the end of it.”

[formersenatorshockwave]

Nodding Shockwave interestedly looks around the keypads and consoles.

He can wait. 

Diddly dally.

[formersenatorshockwave]

::Hey, Hands? It's Ratchet. Mind if I talk to you for a klik or two?::

::Sure!::

[partyhardmedic]

Ratchet snorts a laugh. Smooth, Shockwave.

::Not even close. But as long as you’re paying, care to join me at Swerve’s?::

It takes him a moment to realise how cheap that makes him sound, and he winces. That was the opposite of smooth. ::I, uh… we don’t have shanix where I’m from. I don’t think Swerve accepts the United States Dollar.::

[formersenatorshockwave]

::Oh! Serve would most likely take payment in earth tv sitcoms. But it can be my treat this time~::

[whatwouldprimusdo]

“Multiversal communication experimentation.” he parroted back, antenna twitching forward again. The interruption wasn’t enough to dissuade him from returning the kiss with marginally more confidence. He had done this before, despite how busy their time on Earth had been. 

While fingers unhinged from the spots they’d hooked into, they did slide down Shockwave’s sides to rest lower, somewhere between the scientist’s waist and hips. 

The Prime’s optics dimmed, slow smile greeting the older mech when he tipped his helm back to speak. “Maybe in a room with a lock, Shockwave?” 

[formersenatorshockwave]

Shockwave laughed, his mirth echoing off the pristine walls of the ship, before he throws his arms around the former prime’’s shoulder kissing back with much enthusiasm. Learning new things is exciting! And with his modifications every sensation was new, tastes that needed savored, tickles to his systems that must be pursued-- the way it all swirls threw his systems making his spark spin hard leaving him ditsy and leaning into the other’s hold even more clutching at strong plating for purchase.

Pausing to break the kissing, the scientist casts his gaze down in a seemingly demure look, “T--too much? I havn’t-- not much. Ever.”.

[whatwouldprimusdo]

The truck takes Shockwave’s weight with little effort, despite the velocity behind it. They sway slightly, but remain upright. Somehow, his hands manage to stay in place, one slipping down to soothe along the purple mech’s side while the other stays on his helm. 

Orion is silent for a moment, humming quietly. “We can do that tomorrow if you still want to,” he tips his head to the side to tap their antenna together. “Not now though, okay?” He sits back slightly, sinking down onto his calves to look Shockwave in the optic. 

[formersenatorshockwave]

Shaking his helm, before standing up in one fluid motion bringing the truck up with him, “No. There is a mystery to solve!” His optic flickers and readjust brightening and forming a half moon, a new fire alight in his spark. Turning to Buzzsaw with a flourishing bow, he knew the little spy does so enjoy the outbursts for the former senator.

Laces his finger’s through Orion’s, “Come. Lend me your strenght while I review the footage.” His voice hitches just the tiniest bit before his frame straightens again.

[formersenatorshockwave]

Reporting!

[robotspacepolice]

Oh Primus. He was cheerful.

What a dreadful thing to be. “Who told you that?” Red Alert huffed, looking at the near-stranger with skepticism. “The bridge’s this way. I’ll see if Magnus is interested in this supposed expertise of yours.”

The security director gestured for the other to follow him down the hall. “I won’t make any promises, though.”

[formersenatorshockwave]

For his size the former senator is surprisingly light on his toes as he prances along after the security director, happily answering, “It was report to Prowl or Magnus and since I have never got along with the former and he doesn’t seem to be on any form of authority position on this ship I will gladly avoid him! We don’t mesh well.”

Mutters softly to himself, “And he seems to be holding an extra grudge against me..” Pouts.

[colorfulgradients]

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[angulargeometry]

Quite Lovely.

[formersenatorshockwave]

::Hey, Hands? It's Ratchet. Mind if I talk to you for a klik or two?::

::Sure!::

[formersenatorshockwave]

::I was just about to avail myself to Magnus on just that topic actually~::

[partyhardmedic]

::Oh. Well, good. That’s half my job done already, then.::

[formersenatorshockwave]

::Oh! What was the other part of your job?::

::Was it asking me out on a date to Swerve’s::

Fufufu.