A Family.

chap. 7

Soundwave stared at the console as it blinked cybertronian. He was translating a knew inscription of the whereabouts of another relic; they were nearly done, afew more left.

Loud peedes steps filled the silence of the room.

"Soundwave." Megatron called out.

Soundwave turned his helm to look at megatron, he knew what megatron wanted, there was no other thing he asked for anymore. (Aside from more work, ofcourse.)
He displayed '97%' on his visor

"Good." Megatron quickly turned around and made his exit, his servos behind his back, through the inky black door.

Soundwave nodded once he left and turned back to the computer.
Not much had happened for awhile; he was just decoding the relics location which was nearly complete and didnt need his full attention, frequently checking camaras and occasionally checking up on lazerbeak who was on a scouting mission at the time.

Time passed quickly until megatron had returned.
"Soundwave, Call an insecticon soldier, preferably shrapnel."
Megatron commanded, although it was not very commanding more like an ask for a favour from a friend.

Soundwave nodded and internally smilled.( so glad he wears a mask; hes the emotionless drone, who does as told--(no way he was ever going against rules ever again.)) He went back to typing on his computer. His digits quickly touched the darker blue buttons.

Megatrons optics shaded over slightly as he rocked forward slowly. He looked like he was about to collapse.

He leaned further ever so slightly until shrapnel entered the room.

"Lord megatron, you called?"
His screechy, little voice rung throughout the room.

And just as predicted, Megatron collapsed. He had probably overworked himself again, nothing serious.

"My L-lord!"
There was a series of 'my Lords', and 'are you alrights, my leige'
Many approached, But soundwave was the first there, he placed his digits on the exposed wiring around the neck, still feeling them pump with energon. He lowered his helm slightly and ex-vented in relief, although it would just look like he dipped his helm. He stood back up and went back to his control panel to alert Knockout.
Bots still murmered and swarmed their unconscious leader.

It did not take long for knockout to arrive, he didn't seem concerned, in fact he looked slightly amused. In control, almost. How was he supposed to trust megatron, his ( hopefully ) friend, in someone who looks like he wants to tare his peedes off and watch him bleed out? And, knockout has attempted to offline megatron before, whose to say he won't do it know?
However, knockout was the ships only good medic, if anyone was going to help it would be him.

He stayed at his post infront of the computer screen, whilst knockout instructed nearby bots to pick up megatron because 'he didn't want to damage his recently buffed suit anymore then it had been'.

Soundwave had blocked the background noise out whilst he worked, the thought of intervening if things went south on knockouts end only crossing his processor a few times.

Time past and not much happened, he worked. Soundwave did get stuck near the end of the encryption, because of this, he thought he should take a small break, check on megatron then retrieve lazerbeak.

Soudwave left the dimly lit room, and entered the hallway. He ex-vented, and sent a return message to his beloved friend, lazerbeak.

The hallways. Dull and grey and boring and-- ughhh. Although, this time, walking through it felt like taking some hallucinogenic drug.
The walls looked like they were vibrant and almost moving. And despite the usual creepy affect hallucigenics have, he felt-Yes felt, at ease. Like nothing was ever going to go wrong.
--because, when had that ever happened?

As he lowered his head to enter the med bay, he was greeted by knockouts signature head nod and hello, soundwave. That became the norm for them, not much ever changed. Soundwave liked it like that.
"Megatron, is alright. You arn't needed here." Knockout continued.
Soundwave nodded and left.

On his way out he received a note from lazerbeak: in your studio, boss bot. Soundwave once again nodded, to himself this time and headed to his studio.

A not that long a walk, atleast.
He lifted his slender servo to the identification scanner. The door slid open and he shuffled inside.

The room was mostly purple, blue and black. It was covered head to toe in speakers and computers and other technical thingamajigs. There was a stage with white tiger stripes that stopped I the center forming a circle.
He stepped onto the platform, dead center of the circle andPatted his peede into the floor gently.
He looked over to see his beloved friend circle him, chirping happily. Lazerbeak was about to land on soundwaves torso, However they both was immediately disrupted by a knocking.

He opted to ignore it, it wasn't megatron, so he didn't care. The area around him rose and music started, one of his old songs played.

Lazerbeak never ended landed onto soundwave and decided to dance to the music; they can hear their old friends voices, from when there was simpler times. Just them and their music.

Then the knocking came again, then again. Getting louder each time. I'll eventually he gave in turned of the music and pressed a tab on his computer, to open the doors.
Lazerbeak settled onto the consol when the music stopped.

Arachnid stood at the doors.
Lucky him.
She growled loudly, soudwave stared blankly at her. It was more then enough to put arachnid in her place.

Soundwave was still staring, waiting for what was so important.
"Here, I bought the recent developments of the ship" she spoke first, her face plate shifted into an angry shocked look, like she expected him to talk to her.

He strode over, with his helm held high, this angered her more and he internally laughed.
He stood at a distance and stretched his arm out.

Arachnid passed the records over, immediately turned around and left.
He looked at the records, looked back up and returned to his place on the platform.

He was going to try to relax for awhile. Today has been eventful.
His berth rose from the floor, simular to how the console had.
He leaned back onto it and ex-haled quietly. Lazerbeak chirped and landed on his torso.

Peedes- feet
Servos- hands
Helm- head
Frame- body
Nano-kliks- seconds
Energon- blood ( kinda )
Optics- eyes
Digits- fingers
Processer- the mind (brain mabey?-)
Ex-vented-  breathing out
Torso- chest/stomach kinda