#piusomnipotente

[spark-took-flight]

Continued from here ll @piusomnipotente

Starscream was about to launch into his tyrade on why he was upset when Soundwave's words caught him off-guard. His singular optic widened in surprise, before his expression morphed into one of pure rage. The way Soundwave slapped his hand away only stoked the fury and fire, which had him desperately trying to reel himself in to not explode right away.

It wasn't working.

"How dare you?" He snarled, shoving the taller mech back a step. He glared up at Soundwave, his servos clenched into fists. "My vision was far superior to yours, both physically and mentally! I foresaw a great future under my rule, which you have ruined time and again!"

His temper was flared up hard, and he was ready to fight. He was squaring up for a battle, his shoulders and wings raised and braced, and he was stood up off his thrusters, trying to make himself taller.

"I ought to rip that stupid sound blaster off your shoulder. Slowly. Painfully. Make you feel every damn moment!"

[quantumlogician]

Shockwave: "Do you think I'd actually give them the power they seek? Freely? Oh no, they become mine." He's already daydreaming of his mechanical army.

@piusomnipotente: He hums, "Why of course. I blame how I failed to consider that aspect on the drinks."

Soundwave tips his head at Shockwave, "It would be advantageous in that case, should you ensure dedication to The Cause is a contributing factor in their neural network reformatting."

Shockwave: "Dedication to the Cause- sure. I'll make sure all their subconscious hears are the tenants of our glorious system." He's chuckling into this disgusting everything drink, but at least he can't taste it. "They behave to my whim, move when I do. Or we hollow them out, fit them with fabricated sparks of our own. Oh, Soundwave, the possibilities are endless and wicked."

[quantumlogician]

Ash and smoke furled in the air, dropping its closing curtain on humanity. A hazy darkness swept over the landscape, veiling the sun and its hopeful radiance from gracing the land beneath. Buildings fell from careless abuse at their foundations, encircling the tall tower the once-fallen leader finds himself now.

Sunlight wreathes his helm not unlike ivory branches. His servos heavy with renewed life, brimming with charge. He sensed a dear one returning to him, animate and well, greeting him up at the shoulder through his stilted vision. And rightfully, they will be gifted back to its father. A cherished one; most beloved.

" You have again given me a good chance to prove my honor, " said Soundwave — @piusomnipotente

" And, you haven't proven this already? " he leers, if not to gauge the destruction his new optics see before him. An army in shambles up to his best mechs, to such end they seemed only focus on tearing each other down to dust. Disappointment did not begin to encompass what he felt — that he had expected better of Soundwave here, but he will give him the floor to elucidate him on what exactly went wrong.

For as far as Laserbeak's trained focus could see, it seems to be plenty.

[deceitfulcharmer]

@piusomnipotente

Soundwave places the latest progress report on the arm of Megatron's makeshift throne. Day by day since his lord's return, Soundwave had been dutifully tracking how their forces had been recovering. The script was organized and color coded by priority; at the top in bright red was the Nemesis and her repairs. Listed underneath were actions being taken, the percentage of completion, and many other metrics. The rest of the list progressed in much the same way.

The meticulously concise communication was, at this point, a bare minimum expectation for Soundwave. He had been doing this for eons. It felt right to be doing it again.

"The daily report, my lord." Soundwave said, "Things are progressing well, but we still await the proper clearance to begin our hunt for the Autobots."

As he took a careful step back, Soundwave folded his hands together in front of him and bowed his head ever so slightly. Gaze averted, looking towards the floor; he would only look up when called upon. A paragon of piety and reverence- loyalty.

“Thank you, Soundwave,” Megatron rumbled, taking the report in hand.

Using another’s optics to see was far from ideal, but until they gathered the resources to facilitate his own repairs, he would have to make do. He felt Laserbeak shift on his shoulder, adjusting their shared view so that he did not have to hold the proffered report quite so awkwardly. As usual, it was expertly organised, and was a welcome familiarity on this strange new world.

Their situation was improving, but their faction remained divided, with heavy losses that could not be so easily filled. Even with the gift that resided within his chest, there was only so much he could do with fuel as limited as it was.

And then there was the matter of his right arm.

“Optimus Prime took my arm for his own, yes?” His remaining hand came up to pet Laserbeak between the wings, a small reward for their continued sacrifice. “Perhaps it is time for us to begin our hunt; he cannot be allowed to keep it any longer.”

[quantumlogician]

@piusomnipotente —

"Revolting." Shockwave can't see it, but Soundwave is making a face as he bends over to stare at the homunculus. "Tell me more."

" Very. Goes against all nature as we know it. " Shockwave holds it up to the blue one, allowing his inquisitive nature to shine through. " An effort to make a super soldier, or an unkillable soldier. If it shows promise and actually develop into maturity. "

[ask-smokescreen]

How strange it is for the first one who approaches Soundwave to be an Autobot. Does this one not know the meaning of self-preservation?

- @piusomnipotente

He knows maybe a thing or two about self-preservation.

He's also so confident in himself, that he can handle any Decepticon that comes his way!

Plus, with the war over in his universe, he may have forgotten the need to be maybe a little afraid of Soundwaves.

"Hey, mech, how come you're so boxy? Does it make it hard to recharge?"