Shouldn't the Decepticons be evil?

How do I help?

How do I help? How can I help the Decepticons when there is nothing I can do as a portrait artist for the Decepticons. Megatron assigned Soundwave to be my guardian aka my protector. Which also means in the words of a child'The adult got a babysitter' without any loose hanging reasons.I had my elbow leaning against the gray frame joining up to the window shield.

"Question: Does Auto enjoy shopping?" Soundwave asks.

"No." I said. "Reason: Auto does not want her legs to be exhausted searching for one thing in the mall."

"Soundwave: only asking since Auto is staring at radio awkwardly." Soundwave said.

I had a short laugh.

"You are easy to unnerve." I said, staring bright back at his radio.

"Soundwave: Not easy to unnerve." Soundwave said.

I smirk, just thinking this robot just very much contradicted himself.

"Why my birthday?" I ask. "What is so important about becoming 19?"

"Birth cycle: you decide your alliance."  Soundwave said.

Knock Knock Knock went a hand on the window.

Soundwave rolls down the window shortly after the knocking had come to.

"Hey, Auto!" Came Richard Steel's  deep yet broad and uniquely ancient voice. He likes to be called Steel, unlike what many people think he prefer to go by Rich, by his peers."What you doing in a 2012 Mercades?"

"Chilling." I said,looking out to see Steel's bald head.

Steel reminds me of a younger version of Van Diezel.

Seriously he's got the looks of a hot bald Van Diezel somewhere in his mid-sexy thirties.

"In a 2012 Mercedes." Steel said, cocking up a brow.

"It is 2015; doesn't mean the other car generations are out of style." I said.  "Look at the yoga pants they recently came back in style!"

"Uh, no." Steel said,lowering his eyebrow. "The big disco hair is the one that has recently come back in style."

"No it hasn't." I said.

"Yes, it has." Steel said, nodding.

I gave up trying to stir an argument with Steel. It is useless against him; very much. Steel is right most of the time in conversations like these. I lower my head then shook it making a low defeated sigh.

“Fine.”  I said.

“Good.” Steel said. “Now, answer my question   young lady.Because now it seems you are waiting for the driver inside the JC Pennys.”

Soundwave did not make any sort of comment.

“No.” I said. “My driver is the car.”

Steel looks to the drivers wheel then back towards me.

“Is this a specifically advanced car that looks like a 2012 model?”

“His name is Soundwave.” I said. “He is a communications specialist to an alien living helicopter capable of becoming a robot named Megatron.”

“Uh huh.” Steel said, not convinced.  “I assume this Megatron is not named after a teleporting machine in Tron Legacy.”

“Soundwave: Not familiar with Tron Legacy.” Soundwave finally said.

Steel’s face became a form of disbelief. It then gets replaced by a amused one.

“Nice add on to the car.” Steel said.  “Almost fooled me.”