#m8-te

[soundless-surveillance]

:: Soundwave, sir? :: was the tentative message sent. M8-TE slid his claws together, tilting his head. While he had grown comfortable with Soundwave the past months, never had he dared to send the first message. But the Commander had been so silent lately, and so M8-TE found himself trying to be a little braver. :: May I visit ya, sir Soundwave? ::

Oh. Well. Maybe Soundwave should have seen this coming, but honestly, he hadn’t expected it. He hadn’t talked to M8-TE since Megatron returned and he’d broken things off with Tarn, had honestly more or less forgotten about the drone in all the hurt he’d felt. He hadn’t thought M8-TE would contact him. And he had no idea what to even reply.

Or, well. He had. Because visiting right now? Was a bad idea. Soundwave wasn’t sure he could keep his promise about not allowing harm to come to the drone.

::Nemesis: not secure. Statement: not safe for M8-TE to visit.::

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M8-TE's visor flicker as he stares up at Soundwave, touching his own crown when noticing the matching colors. "Ya too, sir?" he asks, and even he can't keep the amusement out of his voice. There might be some fondness as well, however, as M8-TE would never have thought he would see and yet he finds the sight endearing in a very, very odd way.

“Affirmative.”

If there was amusement in M8-TE’s voice, there was ice in the one Soundwave picked - and that was merely a recording. He didn’t appreciate the ridiculous circle of exaggeratedly large organic flowers resting on his helm, but the magic kept replacing it whenever he attempted to rid himself of it. Even crushing the flowers while still wearing the ridiculous thing did nothing, they just mended themselves like nothing had ever happened.

Soundwave was seriously considering sticking his head in an incinerator to see if the flowers could be burned.

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After his unplanned meeting with Megatron, M8-TE is just going to... stumble into the room Soundwave had told him to go to. And there the flier will stand, frozen, visor white with shock. Rather unresponsive, actually. But at least he is still alive?

Soundwave had told M8-TE to come meet him by his quarters. He had expected the drone to show up and knock on his door, so Soundwave could go meet him outside. He hadn’t thought M8-TE would actually come inside, and certainly not without first announcing his presence and asking for permission. He didn’t like people entering his quarters without his approval.

Soundwave was honestly shocked by M8-TE’s behavior, especially since the drone had never been anything but polite and considerate. Then he realized that M8-TE was standing stiffly, his entire frame screaming out that something was very wrong, and his surprise made way for concern. Carefully, he made his way over, bending his knees until his visor was level with M8-TE’s optical band.

“M8-TE? Capability to respond? Emergency?”

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✉ ★ ♋ ♒

Meme here

Put under read more for length

✉ : What would they say in a love letter to your muse.

There are objects of affection That can mesmerize the soul There is always one addiction That just can not be controlledYou are mine

It’s lyrics from “You Are Mine” by Mutemath - Soundwave isn’t good at anything romantic, so if he should ever write someone a love letter... Yeah, it’d be song lyrics.

★ : What their favorite thing is about your muse.

Soundwave doesn’t know if it’s his favorite thing, but he does like that he can seemingly make M8-TE laugh by flashing a smiley over his screen. He doesn’t really understand why the drone finds those funny, but it’s a simple way to ease any situation. Also, with his own somewhat limited social skills, he does count it as a victory when he can make others laugh.

♋ : Who would be the big spoon and who would be the little spoon.

Well, seeing as M8-TE has his wings, that’d make it really hard for him to be the little spoon. He’d have to be big spoon, the other option is anatomically impossible.

♒ : How my muse would describe yours in one sentence.

"M8-TE: polite, pleasant company, shares very fascinating knowledge with Soundwave.”

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“I t-think your p-promise that I’ll be... be unh-harmed were the f-funniest one," M8-TE said. He may be stuttering, voice edging into static. But his visor was a mix of angry red and sickly purple, and he did not look away from the mech before him.

Meme here

“Correction: promise was that designation M8-TE will remain unharmed should he cooperate. Statement: he is not. Therefore: promise nullified.”

After picking up a transmission from the injured drone, Soundwave had subdued him and brought him back to the Nemesis, neutralizing his weapon systems and chaining him with stasis cuffs. Facts were, M8-TE came from another ‘Verse, and he possessed important knowledge. Not to mention his frame and the oddity Soundwave sensed from his spark. Yes, the drone was definitely worth interrogating, and if M8-TE cooperated... well, then Soundwave wouldn’t need to hurt him.

[mnemoiisms]

::Hello, sir, I have a question! So, like, that butterfly ya gave Tremblebit- what would ya want in exchange of one more?:: M8-TE sent out, once again sending it to the wrong mech. He was currently watching said butterfly, fluttering around in its now sizeable cage.

The ping startling him from his work made him tilt the comm device to read the senders ID and the first few words of the message. Well, it was nice to be called Sir and this must have been Evac asking for assisstance. Wonderful. He’d be happy to-... wait what?

.: I haven’t given anyone a ‘butterfly’. Who is ‘Tremblebit’? :.

[aliascleverbot]

::Greetings, this frequency was mentioned in a report given to me some time ago- I am merely doing a follow-up. I am Slickride- and you are... Cleverbot, is this correct?:: the drone asked, scrolling through the report. ::Would you mind to talk for a bit, or is this a bad time?::

::Follow-up on what? Yeah, that’s me, what’s... Oh. Hang on. You’re that guy. Mr. Porny. What do you want?:: Cleverbot didn’t sound hostile - yet. Honestly, he was just rather confused about why this Slickride wanted to talk to him. About what? Was he going to scold him for having been rude? Pch. Cleverbot would go right ahead and be rude to him, too, then.

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Familiar stranger

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Was it wise to step through a portal into another ‘Verse, one which he knew very little about? No. No, it wasn’t. Was Soundwave going to do so anyways? Yes. Exactly because he knew nothing about this ‘Verse, and he wanted to. Besides, from his encounters with M8-TE, he had concluded that the drone was trustworthy and wouldn’t deliberately lead him into an ambush. And even if the worst should happen... Soundwave was confident in his own ability to fend for himself.

Waving a servo, he opened a bridge and stepped through, pausing on the other side to take in the room he had arrived in. The unfamiliar drone whom he assumed to be Slickride got a small, measured nod, then found himself ignored as Soundwave gave a much kinder nod to M8-TE. Reaching into his subspace, he produced the butterfly Tremblebit had been chasing, or at least one like it, now encased in glass. Don’t ask how he got that - point was, it was for Tremblebit, and he wordlessly handed it to M8-TE, counting on him to pass it on.