Soundwave and Hot-Rod have had a strained relationship even before the war started. And now that the Quintessons have taken over Cybertron the two must set aside old relations and help each other.
Something is wrong.
Terrible wrong.
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AGH I LOVE THEM SO MUCHHH UGHHH
Sadly I'm to lazy to draw the others in my style rn, maybe in the future :3
•~ Prologue ~•
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"Soundwave?"
Clobber and Dead-end turned around quickly to see the faceless bot behind them, sparks flickering off him and a slim crack through his visor.
"Your awake!" Clobber said stubbornly, Dead-end punched her in the arm. "Shush..!"
Soundwave looked between the two, quickly sorting through his memory files. He let out a low growl.
"What..........is happening-?" Soundwave asked in a soft voice, nothing like how he usually spoke. "Oh-! Uhm. The Quintessence! They took over Cybertron and everyone is stuck up in there." Clobber said, nodding to the large pavilion that stood high in the sky.
Soundwave glanced upward then walked down the steps a bit.
"Are there any others with you incompetent bots?" Soundwave asked, his tone returning to his normal angry demeanor.
"Oh yeah! We have Percy, Whirl, and Hot Rod! Hot Rod is kinda our new leader." Clobber said, earning her an uneasy look from Dead-end.
"Are they.....still online?"
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Clobber looked uncomfortable now. Dead-end fidgeted with his fingers. "W-well yes-''
"You both are terrible Decepticons. Now, take me to your new base, I'm going to assume the flying squids took over ours so." Soundwave shrugged.
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Whirl grabbed Preceptor and flew as fast as he could out of the pavilion. "Whirlwind, wait, we left Hot Rod." Perceptions informed in a monotone voice.
"We don't have time to get him! He'll make it out on his own, he always does-!" Whirl said skittishly and continued to fly towards Macaddams.
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Hot Rod was forced to bow before the judge, his optics wide with fear.
If this were to be his last day, he just hoped with every ounce of energon he had, that the others made it out safely.
The judges scolded him and told him off, pointing out everything wrong with this universe.
When he found a slim chance, he took off running down the halls, not having the heart to look back at the trapped bots and the Quintessence's chasing him. He ran and ran and ran.
He closed his optics and ran off the pavilion, wishing for an instant, that he could save himself.
His optics opened wide when he grabbed onto something slim and metallic.
"Hot Rod! Thank the primes your alright.."
Whirl's voiced called to him.
"Whirl! Oh, I'm glad to see you!"
The two flew back to Macadams, their hopes of saving their home slipping from their sparks.
Once they got to Macadams, Hotrod stopped dead in his tracks as his optics met the red visor of Soundwave's.
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Sorry that this was so short, I just want to get right into the story, there's a lot that's going to happen so-
I'll post Chapter 1 when I get the time!(Let's hope tomorrow!!)
