Transformers: Oneshots [Test Drive]

Perfection || Shockwave X femme

Y/n = Your name || N/n = Your nickname || M/c = Main color || S/c = Secondary/other colors || O/c = Optic color || F/n = Friend name

Setting: Beginning of the war, on Cybertron
Other: This is not a romantic oneshot.
This is a wordy story, with lots of dialog and science stuff. Less action, and sadly more tell than show. If that bores you or doesn't keep your attention, feel free to skip this story.

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     Before the war...before all of this, I was a miner supervisor. Not quite the lowest of castes, but definitely not a high one. Usually miners didn't like their supervisors, since we didn't get our own servos dirty. But life was boring. All I did was give out orders someone else told me to give, and stand around watching my fellow cybertronians work their afts off and get nothing in return.

     My best friend and I refused to just watch. We chose to get our servos dirty. We worked alongside our fellow low-caste, unnamed bots. Even before the gladiatorial pits, us and our fellow employees started giving ourselves designations. Names. Mine? I chose-

     "Y/n?" I looked up from the datapad I had been typing on. In front of me stood Shockwave, the large scientist staring at me blankly with his red optic. "Why are you still here? It is illogical."

     I narrowed my optics, standing up straight from the wall I was leaning on. "I know, I know. But there's been an issue..." I paused. "Every time we deactivate my emotions, they always end up arising again. I need you to find a way to keep them out. Deprogram them permanently."

     "The Cybertronian processor is more than just a machine, we are life forms. While you have provided me with a fascinating way to learn more about our processors, I have more important things to deal with than an endeavor your biology will always override," the scientist said with a monotoned voice. As usual.

     I was growing frustrated. Desperate. "Oh come on, who else am I going to get to help me with this? What happened to your emotions? How did you get rid of them?"

     Shockwave didn't speak for a few moments. If he had a face, it would seem he was contemplating his next choice of words. "I have chosen to live a life dedicated to logic, and reason. It was a choice. One many may call an obsession. I have read your files. You have demonstrated an obsession with perfection. Furthermore, an obsession with learning. In order to achieve this, you must choose to leave behind your restrictions. If you remove them the easy way, then has perfection truly been reached?"

     I paused. Beneath my mouth guard (which I always kept up), my dermas parted a little. I didn't know how to react. Should I be offended? But wasn't he right? Shockwave was a genius. A true scientist. Something F/n always said I was meant to be. But with the caste system, I could never hope to be a scientist. The only thing I could learn, was how to excel in the gladiator fights. I could perfect the art of fighting.

    "Then teach me. You said it, you've read my files. I'd be a great student. I lost time and time again in the gladiator fights. It took me stellar-cycles to win my first match. But I never gave up. And now I'm one of the decepticons most formidable warriors. I can redirect that...obsession towards learning from you. Learning how to choose perfection."

     Shockwave took a minute. "That would be...logical. You may assist me and observe."

     My face mask perked a little, not quite a smile but close to it. F/n may be offline now, but maybe I could still be what he always thought I could be. I could perfect myself. I will never be an actual scientist, but I can make myself the perfect warrior with Shockwave's help. A warrior capable of taking down the autobot resistance, and that traitorous prime.