The Redemption of the Silent

1: The Return

Desolate.

That is how the once renowned third in command felt.

He is trapped in the shadowzone. A parallel dimension to his very own. His soon to be final resting place. He walks to a monotone colored beach that would have been beautiful if it were not for the darkness. Not even the harsh passage of time could end him. It only prolonged the inevitable. His energy reserves were at his lowest.

He wasn't alone, but felt empty for that past few years. His companion, Laserbeak, was ordered by him to go into stasis. To preserve energon as he wanders the empty hell-scape, looking for an exit.

For decades he searched.

Nothing.

No Groundbridges.

No Decepticons.

No Autobots.

No rescuers.

N O T H I N G

Now he slowly rests his body in the sand. Dwindling hoped that someone would find him or his body, resting by his beloved minicon.

He hesitates he begins to shut down. A small but pointless pause to think- no, pray that at least Laserbeak will live. He can't bare to lose another friend.

Not after all the ones that fell during the war.

Not after his minicons.

Not after Megatron.

He lost everything. And he fears that he will lose more.

=PING=

An abnormal energy surge. A way out? A sliver of determination swells in Soundwave's spark.

He picks himself up. Running to the source.

The signal is strong. Very strong. The empty air ripples with the power.

The closer he gets, the more he feels alive. He does the smallest of a smile under his visor. An insignificant amount, but enough to hurt his faceplates the slightest bit. It has been vorns since he showed a shred of emotion. Not since the gladiator pits.

He stops right before a large disturbance of space. Two human figures were fighting. Each blow they make shakes the ground. A multitude of colors slightly filtered through the wavy pattern of space-time. The frequencies quake each time one of the figures swing their arms.

Soundwave slowly reaches out. Digits contacting moving air. Fresh air. Is this how humans felt about air? As if they can't survive without it but can't truly live without fresh oxygen. His spark flickers ever so brighter.

Soundwave slowly shifts his plating. Unused gears and joints creaking in protest as he transforms. His sleek dark Drone alternate mode shimmers in the newly presented light. His engines Start with a sputter. He takes off with slight difficulties. Flying dangerously close to the ground.

He swoops slightly above the two superhumans fighting to their supposed death, before he shoots up into the now blue sky.

He loops back to his planned resting point. Finally seeing the colors and true appearance of the sea side. The pearlescent off white sand contrasting the deep blue green water.

He lands roughly against the sandy shore. The minor injuries caused flickering in his vision. His energon is dangerously low. He will die very soon if he doesn't go into stasis.

He ejects his minicon, giving a silent order to find an energy source. As the small flying figure slowly gets out of sight, Soundwave can rest easy, knowing that they might both survive. He powers down.

The world slowly became a peaceful black.

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Got a good idea. Wanted to read a story like this but couldn't find it on wattpad, so i made it. Helped with my writer's block.

This story is a crossover. I am going to put the other tags in later. Go ahead and guess what it will be crossed over with. What new world did soundwave wake up to?

First one to guess gets an early sneak peek of the next chapter. >:]