@stiillness said:
By law, Ratchet is now getting a vibe check, but at least it's only a balled up blanket being thrown at him. (SG)
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By law, Ratchet is now getting a vibe check, but at least it's only a balled up blanket being thrown at him. (SG)
Astro-second, minutes, months passed, time never halting never considering those whose lives it carried on. Shockwave found himself unsure of why he’d been keeping track of something that meant so little to him, the passage of time meant one step closer to a new a scientific discovery. It left no logical reason to record the passing of time.
Unless, it had something to do with their current project; Their objective to find and confirm status of Ex-Deception Communication’s Officer- Soundwave.
It’s the only starkly different factor from any other projects that would indicate a need to observe the passing time when it held no significance to the actual project. Where ever or How ever Soundwave was out there, time had no effect on him. At least not under baseline assumptions of his fates.
Perhaps the most frustrating of all this time keeping, however, is the fact it felt like they’d hardly made any progress; Between keeping some eyes on the ever expanding Autobots, they’d been unable to locate Megatron, only find some signs of the Predacon clones, but not a single speck of Soundwave or his cassettes.
>It was illogical to have so little to show for.
Within this vexation it’s why Shockwave gives into a pull rather than a logical string of code to continuing working away and monitoring their current situation. Something has pinged him, pulls his one eye to scan over the work area of his old lab now rejuvenated. Flipping through several different frequencies and optic modes to determine the source, the incoming message strange in all ways possible leaving the scientist in a uncertainty of how to proceed unless he received another.
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Her eyes briefly narrowed when she sensed Soundwave’s thoughts concerning the human race and the destruction of her phone, but the girl remained silent for a few more minutes. He underestimated her clearly. Good. That put any ensuing conflict in her favor.
“I know what you are,” she finally spoke, “and I know that, whatever your goal might be, it’s going to lead to this planet’s destruction. And I can’t let you do that for both humanity and Cybertronians’ sakes.”
Soundwave misunderstood this planet. He had never seen the Titans’ vengeance on those that would destroy Earth. She had. If anything, this was for his own good.
“I don’t want to fight if I don’t have to, but I will. So I will ask you this: leave now with nothing or you will face me. And you don’t want to face me.” From her understanding, that metal casing carried its own nervous system. Bending his arms and legs with her telekinesis were going to hurt like a motherfucker, and hadn’t this soldier faced enough pain in a civil war?
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Skyfire’s wings minutely flinches behind him as his own words play back at him. That.. That wasn’t weird at all. The shuttle tried his best to keep his anxiety at bay, but it probably became rather apparent he was nervous when he immediately started messing with his servos; a habit that he just couldn’t break no matter how hard he tried.
“Uh.. I’m um...” Skyfire looks elsewhere, anywhere besides that mask that showed nothing but his own reflection. He was not a fan of that, only for the fact he didn’t find himself attractive, but otherwise it was a nice feature on the other mech and if he wasn’t busy battling with his emotions, he’d probably inquire more about it, “I’m S-Skyfire.” The shuttle finally manages as he continues to wring his servos. Slowly, without his noticing, he was beginning to strip off some paint from his servos but that wasn’t something new. That was just another bad habit he possess.
The shuttle cautiously leans forward some and gently inquires, “What.. What is your designation? Or are you not going to give me it? If not, that’s o-okay. You don’t r-really have to, but I w-would really like to k-k-know it.” He would had tried for a smile then, but he simply was too riddled with nerves to manage one. Oh how he loathed himself when he got like this.
Soundwave remains The FavoriteTM
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Metallic chips clanked subtly against a vibrating surface as the heavy hauler drove by; the landscape was empty & scarred, ugly & deformed. Millennia of warfare had done its job just a bit too well at making what was once a brightly colored, hospitable home into a desolate wasteland.
It wouldn’t stay that way forever. It could all go back to its former glory, perhaps even better if given the chance to heal, given a makeover by its inhabitants. It would take a long while for that to occur out here, but the progress could be seen already -- a starting point. Buildings were being rebuilt, spaces cleared and made way for more development. Other Cybertronians from the outside, trickling in by the shipload, with anxiety dripping from their frames. Anxious to come back, in fear of it all being unreal -- & possibly all of it being taken away again. Yet those who came still wanted to try to salvage.
So why was he, the Prime, out here by himself? Why not be with the others, helping rebuild? In truth, he had been. Yet scanners had picked up a strange signal out in the more desecrated section of Cybertron, & with fear of outside forces trying to take advantage of the weakened state of his people, he decided to investigate.
Who could he meet here? Starscream? Wasn’t likely, the flier had most likely flown away some place to cower, wanting no part in helping the remaining Decepticons move forward. Neutrals? It seemed like the most plausible idea.
Rubber tires came to a stop once he had reached the coordinates. Whoever had been here was most likely still nearby... at least, that was the thought. Slipping into his bipedal form, Optimus took a few steps forward, glancing at his surroundings. What an unusual spot to bridge to.
“This is Optimus Prime,” he began to call out, to whoever was around to listen. “I ask that you come out. You are in no trouble here, but it would put others at ease if you showed yourself.”
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"Hello there sweetling!" She giggled, returning his chirps and trills. Next to her sat the box of promised treats. She'd never met another cassette before!!
And primus knows she didn't know Soundwave had adopted a cassette bitty! Though it did make her a bit sad. Did...did cassettes just not want their bitties? Or were the both of them just equally unlucky? Oh well, Rosanna was glad Ratbat had a found family. Maybe Mr. Soundwave knew about cassettes then? Perhaps she'll ask later.
Luckily there would be no danger for either of them in Rosanna's care. She was to soft, and not build of strong metals like the others for battle, nor did the mini have a lick of combat training. Nor would Ratbat be at risk of other decepticon because she would come play here. Under Soundwave's watchful gaze, but off to the side a bit to not interrupt his work.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Ratbat, my name's Rosanna!" She greeted, holding up an arm for him to land on if he wished.
“Incredible-- did you plan this group assault?”