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                 ※ ー that voice —— a voice to move millions to rebellion, to tie its                  owner’s digits to the puppet strings of the masses — it makes his                  entire frame shudder in apprehension. thundercracker has done                  nothing wrong, oh no ; but the unspoken threat hanging over his                  head is enough to make his wings twitch && tremble, pedes                  shuffling.       exodus from cybertron, fate saw       fit to fling me out into the stars. ❞                  convey his message properly. to another mech, the seeker’s                  speech might seem too wordy still — to thundercracker, it’s                  but a broken shard of what he’s trying to interpret.                  numbers of criminals && pulled them into action — && the seeker                  groomed && molded in the towers of luxury, enticed by that                  cause, raised alongside the bane of your existence, will                  answer.                  answer.                  answer.       for my trinemate ; for STARSCREAM ?       lord megatron, i would never abandon our struggle. ❞ ❝ my lord, i-i was lost. after our                  ※ ー vosnian is an eloquent language, && english isn’t enough to                  he’s relying on a rusted language && an age-old talent for speech.                  so speak, megatron, with a timeless chorus that drew in countless

❝ surely you don’t mistake me

]]:\ Megatron listened to the Seeker's explanation silently. Thundercracker's voice still held the melodic tones of his native language. He was so used to the cadence of the flight-frames here that Thundercracker was almost a pleasure to listen to. That is, if it didn't sound like excuses coming out of his speakers.

]]:\ "I mistake you for no one," Megatron said, once the Seeker had finished talking. His voice was commanding, as ever, much harsher even though they both spoke the same language. "You are Thundercracker... and I am glad to have you return to us, so long as you can prove yourself loyal." His optics sparked with challenge. "Currently, there is a... vacancy that I believe you would be apt to fill."

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The massive mech turned to face the new arrival to his warship. Megatron's movements would have been, on any other Decepticon, casual and confident, but with his frame seemed much more potent and aggressive in nature. The mech's own crimson optics looked down on Thundercracker, identical to Starscream except for paint. 

However, he knew there to be other differences, more subtle, but much more interesting. "Welcome aboard, Lieutenant." His voice filled the room without effort. "It has been a long time since I have seen you... and I must ask, where have you been all of this time?"

Megatron had patience for deserters, liars, and cowards. They were all so easy to see, and even easier to predict. What he valued was, of course, none of those things. It was to be seen where Thundercracker stood in his optics... and whether or not he would be as predictable as the rest. 

                ※ ー a sort of nervous excitement makes his wingtips give

                a little twitch, but he pings back an affirmative regardless,                 sweeping back in another arc.                           ( he can only hope there aren’t any natives on this desolate                             rock taking notice of the alien curvature of his form. )

                seeker speed brings thundercracker to the nemesis in no time,                 && he shifts to default mode in a brief fluttering of plating.                 crimson optics glance about the gloomy interior halls && at the                 troopers guiding him, feigning confidence in the slight sway of                 hips && the angle of his wings.

                && he stops just after entering the center of operations, posture                 rigid.

❝ ah … my lord ? ❞

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))> Knockout was so confident that he didn't realize for a full second that the other contestant had taken a turn away from the main route. "No! You can't do that!" Scrambling for the other racer's coordinates, Knockout tracked the sleek black Automobile. 

))> It was on course to be at the finish-line, by his admittedly amateur predictions, 4.09 seconds faster than him. Growling with rage at the cheap tactic, Knockout pushed himself faster. Even with his modifcations to the human vehicle he wasn't sure he could make up the difference. 

))> No. No, of course he could. He'd never lost yet. He knew this city's streets almost better than Kaon's airways now... he couldn't lose. 

Race Me

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]]:\ Soundwave skimmed over sen7inel's reply. It fell into his predictions reasonably well, and he had prepared a variety of scenarios to suit this situation. He selected his preferred response to the human's demands. It was constructed to taunt her still, and would hopefully push her to find out everything she possibly could with her limited capabilities. Soundwave wanted that need for knowledge in sen7inel. He so rarely chose poorly. 

]]:\ As soon as the last character of her message appeared on his screen, Soundwave typed out his own response. 

>> Y O U W I L L N O T U N D E R S T A N D U N L E S S Y O U O B S E R V E

]]:\ A measured moment later, he continued with;

>> B E A S S U R E D T H A T M O R E W I L L C O M E I N T I M E

]]:\ Soundwave had not always been so skilled with manipulation. It had never been his purpose. Record keeping of all kinds was his purpose, but the war had change many mechs, himself included. 

]]:\ The characters on sen7inel and Soundwave's shared screen shifted to show their conversation in Neo Cybex before disappearing entirely. The Decepticcon remotely turned off the workstation hidden somewhere in the United States of America, and let Ravage slip between his talons and jump soundlessly to the floor. 

]]:\ By the time that he turned, the minicon was gone, and his response was truly set in motion. Soundwave turned to the task of dealing with his lengthening queue of requests and notifications, returning to his Lord's side until sen7inel found him. 

]\ As per his Master's explicit instructions, Ravage stalked into the human female's dwelling. It was unpleasantly alien, barren of all things familiar. Her heat signature was obvious, no attempt at hiding, at cloaking. The little datapad in hi jaws clattered to the floor of the main room before Ravage leisurely turned to leave, allowing some time for the organic to lay eyes on him.

]\ His Master had been detailed in his instruction as he always was. Ravage could have easily been in and out with no one the wiser to his existence, but he trusted Soundwave. His audials swiveled at the sound of the human's approach, and he turned to get a good look at this one red optics glowing with detached curiosity.

>>INTRUSION DETECTED!<<

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))> Knockout adjusted his rear viewfinder to watch that pretty black thing behind him. Exactly where it should be. Second place. The red mech heard the powerful rumble behind him and let that spur him even faster forward. 

))> He'd be lying if he said he was racing to win. Right now he was just teasing his contestant. "Oh, we both know I'm going to win," he said to himself, enjoying the sound of his own voice in his alt. "But let's make you fight for last place, shall we?" Knockout laughed, thoroughly enjoying himself. Maybe the driver would even give him a good run. 

Race Me

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:||\ Megatron ignored the stutter in Thundercracker's vocalizer, presuming that Soundwave had not informed him that he would be speaking with the Lord High Protector personally. 

>> The landing bay is available for your use, Leitenant. It is on the rear port side of the ship.

:||\ It had been a while since he had seen one of Starscream's doubles, and as he recalled, they were no better than his Second in Command. 

>> Once you board the ship... report to the bridge immediately. I wish to speak with you.

【 ー the voice that responds almost makes the seeker halt midair, words escaping his grasp momentarily. the tip of a wing dipped ever so slightly, his form twisting into a graceful arc.

              —— :: lord megatron — p-please forgive my manners.

                                  ah … is there a location where i may land, sir? :: —

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36 [ Soundwave ]

36. What makes them guilty? 

Soundwave feels guilt over very little; he can explain everything that happened with regards to war and battle away with his loyalty to the Decepticon cause and the greater good of their fight (although he does acknowledge that there is plenty of moral grey area regarding his actions). 

When he does feel guilty, however, it’s usually in relation to his cassettes. Soundwave feels guilty if he allows them to be hurt. He’s very protective of the mini-cons, and still mourns those who didn’t make it to Earth with him. 

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Send me some numbers, and I will tell you:

What does their bedroom look like?

Do they have any daily rituals?

Do they exercise, and if so, what do they do? How often?

What would they do if they needed to make dinner but the kitchen was busy?

Cleanliness habits...

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>> Transmission received, Lieutenant Thundercracker. This is frequency 0067.000.341-SH. Please continue holding flight pattern until you are connected...

:||\ Megatron received the commlink request, and arched a ridge.

>> Lietuenant Thundercracker.

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[commlink... searching]

]]:\ Soundwave was horrified by his mistake. He relayed a ping to the mech quickly, flagging it urgent. 

Soundwave; did not intend to send that.

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]]:\ Soundwave silently escorted the human to the Nemesis sending a ping to Laserbeak to scour historical records for possible mentioned of the device. It was entirely possible this his cohort would know something he couldn't recall himself. Soundwave's knowledge came only from his personal experiences, his cassettes held eons worth of memories each. 

]]:\ The mech transfromed back into his bipedal mode upon reaching the nemesis, and smoothly picked up the human. It would have been useless to do anything else. Humans had such a slow walking speed. The disc had been subspaced, but he was still mulling over it's purpose. 

Laserbeak... has possible lead on artifact purpose. Soundwave informed the human via commchat. 

Data Recovery

Roxana nodded, knowing what Soundwave meant by the words he spoke-- just as much as the ones he didn't. "I understand. I'm...otherwise unoccupied. I am interested to see the use of this artifact." Okay, Roxana didn't know if it was an artifact-- but the fact that Soundwave didn't seem to know what the disc was exactly have her a clue that it was old.

The corner of Roxana's mouth twitched at the thought of the disc containing a secret wealth of knowledge-- the praise she'd receive for finding it was a nice thought on its own, let alone the fact that such knowledge might help the Decepticons in their ventures.

It was always a treat to head up to the Nemesis-- let alone head up there in order to figure out what exactly a now-found artifact did. The opposite could, of course, be true, and the disc could contain nothing of value-- still though, she and Soundwave may have the same reaction to that. Better to have it than let it wander from human hand to human hand.

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]]:\ If Soundeave had the inclination to display his emotions he would have smiled. However he simply kept his minor amusement to himself, and ran his talons over Ravage's plating, sharing his joy with the minicon. Ravage knew his Master's tics and behaviors nearly better than his own, and was pleased as well by the human's response, if only by proxy. 

]]:\ The mech's optics skimmed over the reply the followed, each character appearing on it's own before him. It was a question that he himself would have asked, and it was a good gauge of the situation. Why would this complete stranger demand the human's loyalty after such a crippling attack? The truth given at this point in their tenuous relationship would have ruined everything, so instead, Soundwave chose to give a calculated fabrication. 

]]:\ In his opinion there was very little distinction between the truth and a lie anyways. This infraction was hardly a crime, simply a bending of the language they were using. 

>>Y O U W I L L W A N T T O B E L O Y A L T O M Y C A U S E

>>T H E R E I S S O M U C H Y O U H A V E Y E T T O K N O W

]]:\ Soundwave entered the information into the terminal and sent it to the hacker's terminal. He slipped his talons under Ravage's plating to get at a bundle of wires that the minicon had managed to tangled into an uncomfortable knot. His slim talons slowly smoothed them, optics never leaving the screen, waiting for sen7inel's reply. 

]]:\ It wasn't quite a lie that she would want to be loyal. If she wanted to, it made his plans fall into place smoother than he could expect. It would take much work, though, and Soundwave knew that the harsher truth of the matter was that sen7inel would likely comply by force, at least in the initial stages. Fear was a well-known tool to the mech, but it was hardly his preferred method. 

]]:\ But still, he would wait and see... he was eager to be proven incorrect. There was 37% doubt still... and he was happy in this case for the odds to be in her favor.

>>INTRUSION DETECTED!<<

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))> Knockout's ego was thoughtfully stroked by the mention of his beauty, and of course he had no choice to comply with the challenge. He knew the bridge that the driver mentioned, it wasn't all too far from where they were, and he knew the route that he was going to take. He needed a nice thrill today. 

))> His engine hummed beneath him, then growled a warning. "Count of three," he suggested, casually leaning back in the driver's seat of his alt. Casually he continued with "Three." 

))> The red car's tires spun on the pavement, rubber screeching on asphalt before roaring off down the road. The human would have cheated him first if they'd had the chance, he was sure. Knockout glanced back to see the sleek black automobile fast on his pedes...  

))> He was going to give them a real race, and they'd know it.

Race Me

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)» Oh, what a wonderful sound that was… What a pretty, throaty engine. He’d love to do something else to that throat, a little something humans taught him, in fact.

)» “If you want it to be, handsome,” Knockout purred at the driver, who wasn’t half bad herself. For a human, anyways.

)» Knockout teasingly revved up his own engine, eager for a little race. His energon pumps were already gearing up to double-time it.

Race Me

"What a fine looking set of wheels you are…" Knockout drawled, with his holomatter avatar leaning on the door of his alt-mode. "But you can’t go faster than me, though."

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]]:\ Soundwave waited patiently for sen7inel to respond to his message. And finally, she did. The glyphs appeared on the monitor in front of him, and the mech slowly uncoiled his consciousness from the datanet, while relinquishing none of his control. It wouldn’t do to make a mistake at so critical a moment.

]]:\ The mech's talons resumed motion over the input sensors. He wouldn't be giving up the cryptic responses, but he had to give her something enticing. Make her ask questions. Her personality analysis left him with the impression that she needed to know things that were unclear, that she would hunt for answers. He was at 78% confidence with this plan. The rest was margin for humans to be erratic and unpredictable, a trait he both admired and despised in the creatures.

> Y O U R L O Y A L T Y

]]:\ Soundwave waved away a ping for his attention, and relayed some data files to where they were being requested. He felt, rather than saw, Ravage's arrival to his comm station. The mini-con elegantly jumped up onto the terminal with optics towards the screen with detached curiosity for his Master's new project.

]]:\ Both mechs were eager for a response to appear on the screen.

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"What a fine looking set of wheels you are…" Knockout drawled, with his holomatter avatar leaning on the door of his alt-mode. "But you can’t go faster than me, though."