Family Picnic

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He sat on the cold, grey floor with his cassettes by  their side. He had the screen in their underground lair paused on a  single image.

   A human family sitting on a red blanket outside. They had a basket and some food out. There were four humans on the screen.

   A mother, a father, a brother, and a sister all  sitting in a circle. He thought he was better than the weak fleshy  humans that need to socialize for whatever reason humans socialize.

   He didn't have a blanket and didn't need one, because  he's that much better. He doesn't need to consume inferior energy  sources for longer periods of time than any mere human.

   Though, he did managed to scrape whatever he could  from the oil barrels above them that wouldn't be noticed missing;  usually the ones barely having a drop in them.

   He was Soundwave, he could do anything and that made it inherently better simply because it was them.

   On their right was Ratbat and on their left was  laserbeak. They lifted the misshapen bowl of old oil and tiny chunks of  crystal energon the blasted Autobots threw a way despite them still  being edible. 

   Perhaps to them, they were nothing but crumbles and that was why Soundwave could recognize their value as ever crumble counted.

   One can't throw a way part of their only meal, no matter how small, when it could be eaten.

   Tasteless, but that didn't matter. They were above  needing to enjoy a "picnic" with minions as long as there was a "picnic"  to be had in the first place.

   Laserbeak hopped forward an inch before craning her  head forward. The oil was chunky and it wasn't just because of the  energon crystals.
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He was strong. The most sturdy and perfect being. He was a great boss, so of course got up and searched their base for better quality oil for their subordinates. He could handle bad oil.

Honestly, what kind of leader would subject their minions to bad rations? A weak one.

He wandered to where he stored the rations and thought about their "picnic" and why they're emulating one.

In their research of the inferior organisms called "humans", they learned of their culture. It was more diverse than anticipated.

In contrast, they barely if not at all found any information about their own kind, Cybertronians.

They did not know what was normal practice and only have the puny organics to go off of. They seem to behave similarly if more pathetic to his own, powerful kind.

Thus, for research purposes, a "picnic". "Picnics" are often depicted with a grouping of four humans, with or without an additional furred creature, or two in a "special" setting that he finds annoying and confusing.

He was the creator of Laserbeak and Ratbat so it made sense to try. The next line of thought made them pause.

The title of each member of the faction known as "family" change. "Father" to "grandfather" and "mother" to "grandmother", "son" to "father" of another family, "daughter" to "mother" of another family. The "brother" is the "son" to the "father", who share said "father" with the "daughter" who then is called "sister".

Therefore, he was the "son" of Megatron. Megatron is their "father". Which leads into the question of who their "mother" was.

Perhaps he did not have one?

He was the superior being; he would also have a complete "family" to show how great he truly was. Their research Indicated that "families" came in all types of grouping.

He would go for the most idealized as he is the ideal "son". He does not have a lot of sources or know that many mechanisms like them.

There were so few that was sentient, so he had a short list.

The yellow one was not a caregiver type. The white and red one was a caregiver but wasn't ideal. The green one will not be apart of their "family" and the idea of it sickens them. They do note the subtle intelligence of the green one, bulkhead, but she is a weak and bumbling fool and not even a worthy adversary to remember.

He closed the storage and walked back with the fresher oil in tow.

The gold and black one is promising, but not what he is looking for even if a lot of the traits are there. The human girl... she seems to be above the rest of their kind, but she is a previous oppressor he still resents; not to mention she is clearly too young. She seems mentally younger then he- a possible "sister"?

Laserbeak and Ratbat has finished their fill of the oil for the "picnic" by the time he came back.

Finally was the red and blue one. She confuses him. She- He, he was a he. Not she. He made no indication of being a she. So he shouldn't be confused. Well he made a small indication.

Regardless.

He sat down again to finish the rest of the "picnic".

The red and blue one was the leader- good because they were a leader as well. He was a caregiver and has a deep affection for the human oppressor, unfortunate. 

He was adapt in the ways of invisible frequencies, he once noted him humming when alone. Otherwise a quiet figure.

The red and blue one was a strong fighter and among other things, was not bad to around. He thought about it a lot. They didn't push too much or often and offers assistance the moment a problem arises.

Yes. That one will be tested.

The human girl seemed to be a "daughter" like figure to the newly dubbed target. The "family", while not be completely ideal is fixable and he will take their time. Molding the "sister" to denounce their weaker half and embrace who she truly was.

Perhaps the humans had stripped them of their truth and she was a confused victim?

That was a stretch. They began to put a way the empty bowl and the oil. Cleaning up the mess themself- they would never make their subordinates do something beneath them so he had to do it.

Nothing is concrete just yet. There will always be more testing after all.

A brief moment was left to fantasize about a complete "family" unit. Them, their father, their sister, and their mother together on a red blanket and a basket and fresh fuel, their minions near by on the grass and they're all praising them for their resilience.

Maybe they could even free their "mother" and "sister" from their oppressors and their "sister" would shed the shackle tying them to the lies.

Once the oppressors are defeated, they could go on a real picnic while the others cheer them on gleefully.

"Thank you Soundwave!"

"You we're right!"

"You are our hero!"

"We're free!"

"We will never be slaves again!"

"Hooray for our salvation!"

"We should shower them with barrels upon barrels of fresh oil and energon!"

"A parade in honor of our honorable Laserbeak and Ratbat!"

He snapped out of the fantasy as dreaming will not bring the results he hopes for will surely bring one fateful day. No more humiliation.

The deep seated treachery of those awful organics will be expelled from their people.

Perhaps if they reprogram them to their side?

He could be loved. He wouldn't be alone. He could be understood. He wouldn't be sad anymore.

Maybe.

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Bye!