#Soundwave's cassettes... are simply menaces

[steelthroat]

For my wonderful @vivificanousprime

So Prime Shockwave is now stuck in G1 dimension because of some weird experiment, and he bonds with the only slightly smart mech he finds, Soundwave, of course... his G1 counterpart is too goofy to be engaged with.

They are trying to make their new relationship work, and they start listing things they have in common... then they make out (don't ask how, we don't wanna know)

(fear not this is far from finished... but I underestimated both Shockwave's design and how hard it is to draw digitally. So here'sa sneak peek of a small comic)

[sonicasura]

After a slight incident of mistaken identity with the humans—Sentinel was all too happy to switch active patrol for monitor duty. It was such a shame the humans mistook his plow alt mode for one of their sanitation machines.

…Jazz would simply have to enjoy the less pungent parts of this organic city on his own, well, once he saw Blurr off. The intelligence officer hoped he could scout out where that “disturbing yet functional” construct took the AllSpark. A shame the blue speedster’s function meant it was against protocol to introduce him to the Repair Crew. Both of them agreed to a race at some point in Earth alts.

The elite cyber ninja was cruising along some of the less congested streets when—he picked up a faint AllSpark energy surge. Wanting to investigate and make sure this one wasn’t a Decepticon trap, he followed the signal.

Run down building after run down building met his optics pretty soon. Jazz remained vigilant in keeping an eye out for any swooping Decepticons. The fact all four known ‘Cons on Earth could fly meant he’d have to be extra ready to face aerial superiority. He kept following the signal eventually switching to root mode to maneuver where his alt couldn’t…

“Mrrrow?”

Jazz perked up at the sound of an organic creature meekly called out. To be careful, he ran it through the local network and come up with an organic called a “domestic feline”. Otherwise, most commonly known as a cat. He knew better now that organics couldn’t shoot slime—at least the intelligent ones… The elite cyber ninja decided to address the cat rather than let it stay unappreciated. “Uh, hello?”

Chances were it was one of the intelligent organics so he would be polite. Or try to be.

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Something much heavier than what those little organics were supposed to way slammed into his pede hard. He had roll with the hit in order to minimize the damage as paneling cracked.

*Roooooooaaaaaaaaar!*

Jazz was met with the sight of a distinctly cybertronian form, though the alt mode was far more inline with those cat creatures!

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Lurker did not have echolocation abilities.

What they did have was heightened senses overall and the ability to utilize the Omnitrix as Theremin for disorientating soundwaves! The apparently further trained cyber ninja couldn’t employ hologram tactics if he can hardly think. Lurker felt quite proud of themself when they avoided reusing the same test that they gave to Prowl. If anything, the larger playlist gave them oh-so-many options to push the Elite Guard!

Were they being a little petty in taking it harder on the majority organicphobic Autobots?

Hmm, not really. Elite usually meant the best of the best, but if these four couldn’t take it? This showcased how bad another war against the Decepticons would go for Cybertron.

‘Hey, can I switch you to my tail hold?’

‘Yes. Why?’

‘I wanna steal his nunchucks.’

All the while, the smilodon cassette applied increasing pressure onto the struggling to adapt cyber ninja. Jazz was going to need to change his strategy soon or the Omnitrix user might as well force him to try something new—

A ninja star nearly grazed their ear earning a deep foundation shaking growl from them.

Prowl hopped into view looking disapproving.

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“Are you alright?” The repair crew cyber ninja questioned over the comms, keeping a close eye on the “big cat”. Prowl had been observing organic life nearby when the menacing growls caught his attention… Their test for Jazz was far more unforgiving than his own had been.

The white and blue cyber ninja cautiously crept over to him, a faint limp in one pede. “Is this a common occurrence among the non-intelligent organics or… a test?” Jazz questioned in a flurry of comms. “Are you even allowed to interfere?” He kept his optics still observing the hostile presence here though he sounded worried for his fellow cyber ninja.

Prowl was touched, truly.

“Tag Team Battle Initiated.”

The shapeshifter suddenly spoke before tossing the cassette player they were… carrying…

In a similar transforming fashion, a cassette carrier towered over the two of them wearing the same hour glass symbol. A green visor blocked its optics from view yet the distinct lack of green in the cassette’s eyes told things.

Prowl uttered an Earth swear, then readied his stars to square up to the new challenge.

—ROB’d Anon.

I have planned this for ages. Can’t use ninja bullshit if you can’t think straight.

Looks like Prowl and Jazz are gonna team up for this test. Also valid on Dart to make things harder with the Elite Guard.

[artificial-absinthe]

Psychic

by Queenie_97

Notes

Despite the attempts of my job to kill me, I'm still alive! Which means more Megawave for you all ♥Enjoy, as always ;)

See the end of the work for more notes

Megatronus felt enormous inside him.

–Are you sure that you wish to continue, Sounders?

Soundwave didn't consider himself as someone who would easily withdraw from an already taken choice, though it was indeed hard to keep his ground in situations such as this one. He nodded.

Megatronus was simply too big, so much more than any other average bot. Everything about him was enormous, from his blades to his fists, from his body to his mind. Soundwave knew this, just as he knew what to expect from the other one in a situation like this one.

In this… intimacy.

The word tasted bittersweet into his mouth. Intimacy meant trust, it meant giving oneself to another. Those things were dangerous, so much more than shootings and fights. His past had taught him that he oughted to be mindful, keep himself from damage, that not every Cybertronian was worthy of his devotion. The harsh streets had branded it on him for life.

But Megatronus was different, Soundwave said to himself each time that his fingertips brushed the plates of the other. Megatronus was truth, power, he was certainty and hope. Megatronus was a symbol of strife, of ideals and things so marvelous that Soundwave could hardly believe they existed. Megatronus spoke to him about egalitarian societies, of places free of thirst or starvation, free of hate or fear, or discrimination towards his cassettes. Soundwave believed in him, of course he did.

And so he gave himself to him with everything he had And Megatronus was really enormous inside him. And he also gave himself with everything he had.

Soundwave could feel him all over. There was not an inch of his body that were not trembling by the sensation, strong, intense. Megatronus was intensity, passion and drive, he was a blow of hot air among a frozen night.

They burned. By moments, Soundwave feared that the metal from the berth they laid on would smelt by the temperature emanating from them alone, but that thought was later dismissed. He didn't care if the berth would hold, he didn't care if Cybertron itself was engulfed by flames. He only cared about Megatronus keeping close to him, that he remained at arm reach.

–Are you… are you alright?

Megatronus was holding his hand. He could feel the pressure of the bigger digits over his own, the hardened metal by years and years of work into the mines. There was something of rustic charm to it, some appeal that made him desire those hands stroking each one of his sensory receptors. He nodded again

Megatronus, dim optics, gave a smirk to him.

–So…

The next wave struck him like an asteroid. Soundwave felt himself shivering under his plating, quivering to an alien rhythm. Megatronus kept on giving more and more to him, without him asking or rejecting it.

It was wonderful. It was few, but too much at the same time, as if a part of him wanted to be filled by Megatronus until he exploded, but another part beseeched from him to be careful, warning him of the existing risks if he exerted too much. Soundwave silenced that voice when Megatronus laid optics on him again. Yes, he wanted this. Yes, he liked this. He loved it.

Megatronus seemed to know which was the exact target point, which was the perfect rhythm coming from Soundwave. He followed it perfectly, he complemented him in a way no one had ever before.

Soundwave still felt that it was too much, that he was about to collapse from exhaustion, that his sensory receptors were about to overload and burnout. Was that even possible? To die because something was too good?

One of Megatronus' hands left his to slither its way to his waist. His large fingers caressed his abdomen. Soundwave felt extremely small and slim before the other's bulk. Some time back, that difference would have turned out menacing to him, but no more. There was certain attraction instead, as if Megatronus bulk could generate gravity and Soundwave were irresistibly pulled to it. That did made sense. There was no other explanation. Megatronus and himself would always be together, would always be united by a much greater force than themselves. Soundwave would make sure of it.

–Sounder, I…

Megatronus didn't have to speak for him to understand. He also felt it, he felt as well how the waves flooded his body with increasing speed, how his particles vibrated and how electricity rushed through him, how his fans whirred furiously in a vain attempt to cool him down. And it was good, so good.

Soundwave turned his face. He had his visor on, he had chosen to keep it on and Megatronus shouldn't take it personally. On the dark glass, Megatronus' optics glowed like supernovae. Soundwave took a picture, then another one. He wanted to remember the expression on the other's face for eternity.

His energy levels were high as the skies. Megatronus shuddered in his place, as if his body were unable to hold itself. He seemed about to blow up into nothing but metal tatters. Soundwave had the feeling that if they keep like that they were going to blow the whole planet, but a single glance towards Megatronus was enough to make him realize that he still didn't care what could happen to the rest. There was nothing to lose and so much to win.

With a final thrust, he gave to him everything he had. And Megatronus fell over. His large body collapsed on the berth, causing it to creak. Soundwave, beside him, dropped barely more delicately. Megatronus' hand climbed to his head, stroking the spot where his cheek laid under the visor.

–That…– he stuttered, unable to find his own voice. Soundwave shifted beside him to better look at him. –I had never done anything like it. How did you say it's called?

–Cortical psychic patch.

–I had never listened speak about anything like it –he chuckled. –But I guess I had never met a telepath like you.

Soundwave's laughter rang as a chime when Megatronus enfolded an arm around him. Carefully, he unlatched the tentacle from the other's back of his head, and withdrew it into its place.

When it seemed that the silence was going to last for the night, Megatronus spun to look at him.

–Do you believe we could use something of the sort for other means? I mean, we must think ahead of us. The revolution…

Megatronus couldn't finish. The smack from Soundwave left a pleasant burnt on his cheek. Chuckling, he pulled him close.

–That's why I love you, Sounder.

Soundwave allowed Megatronus to lean his weight on him until he could detect that the other was sleeping. Before tiredness overtook him, he considered Megatronus' words. Yes, maybe he was right. Maybe the cortical psychic patch –or whatever it was really called– could be of use to them in the future. The revolution could turn violent, could end up wrong, could even unleash a conflict much bigger than any of them and… No, he didn't care. Whatever could happen, Megatronus would be fine. His cassettes would be fine. And if mental weapons were an option, Soundwave would see that they played to his favor. Everything was going to be alright.

End Notes ¡Ta da! I do not know what I wrote, but it seemed to me that it would be interesting to play with the idea of mental connections and the great intimacy that would imply. I have to admit that I'm not very sure about how it turned out, so any feedback is welcomed.

THIS WORK IS NOT MINE. IT'S A TRANSLATION FROM A SPANISH FAN WORK CALLED "PSÍQUICO " BY QUEENIE_97.

Unfortunately, her account is no longer active, but a time ago I had asked her permission to draw something about this work and I still plan on doing it.