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.
The two bots were out on scouting, the two staying quiet and close together. Hotrod often time found himself watching Soundwave instead of the surrounding metal planet.
Perhaps that was why the were ambushed by Quientissons and..
Why Soundwave was captured...
————— Soundwave's visor hit the ground as he was slammed into a wall and knocked unconscious. The squid-like beings dragging him into the air and away to their ship.
"Soundwave!!" Hotrod screamed, reaching out for the blue bot as he dragged off by the Quintesson scouts.
Hotrod picked up Soundwave's visor, looking at the cracks that were dragged through the red tinted glass.
He transformed and sped off to Maccadams.
The bot transformed into his bot mode and ran into the bar, his optics downcast with worry.
"Hotrod, where is Soundwave?" Preceptor stated in his automated voice.
"I-frag me...." Hotrod leaned against the wall, looking down at the red visor in his hands.
"H-he's uhm...he's been taken by the Quintessons-..."
"WHAT?!" Everyone in the bar yelled, well, everyone other than Maccadam. Maccadam just looked up with slight worry.
"What do you mean?! Did you sacrifice him or some slag?! Why would you do that?!"
Hotrod doubled into himself, sure he screwed up, but this time it wasn't his fault! Why was everyone blaming him? What for? He...He didn't mean to-...
"I just want Soundwave back..." He whispered to himself, his servos trembling.
The room went silent as Maccadam spoke.
"Hotrod, was it your fault?"
"No, we weren't watching below us and they just- ugh..."
"I see..."
"Sorry."
"Everyone; don't blame someone before knowing what actually happened." Maccadam spoke sternly to everyone in the bar, other than to Hotrod.
The bots in the bar all nodded. "Now, we need a plan to get him back." Maccadam said.
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Soundwave woke up in chains, his wrists chained together and above his head. He was in a large cell that was illuminated by red light.
"Lazerbeak eject."
The bird promptly ejected from the chest cavity and landed at Soundwave's side.
"Yes?"
"I need you to find a way out of here and get back to Hotrod, tell him exactly where I am."
"Why just Hotrod?"
A slight blush came across the bots face plate, his green and blue optics flashing as he looked up.
"OH."
"Yeah yeah, just go do it."
"HAHA!"
Lazerbeak left the cell steadily, her wings down to her sides as she snuck through the bars. Soundwave's optics carefully watched the Cassette until it left his line of sight.
He tried using his comms, dead. He sighed and leaned back, looking at his arms above his head.
Why this pose of all things?
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Lazerbeak wandered the halls, hiding when someone was near and slowly mapping out the place in her data center.
When she saw an exit she took it.
She flapped her wings hard but was stopped when she was slapped out of the air by a Quintesson. It wrapped its tentacles around her body, squeezing her tightly.
She called out in pain.
......
Soundwave's optics shot open at the sound of bird calls. "No..no no no!"
He tried summoning his sword, it couldn't come out due to how stressed he was. "FUCK!" He pushed himself against the wall.
He sighed, looking out at the hall. A floating squid threw Lazerbeak into his cell, hissing.
"Lazerbeak."
"I'm fine, just a little panicked."
"I could tell, I heard you all the way over here."
"Sorry."
"Don't be sorry, I'm just glad your okay."
Lazerbeak curled up at his feet, her wings flipped over her head. Soundwave watched the Cassette, growing scared that he would never get out of here.
"Fuck-"
"Language." -Lazerbeak
"Lazerbeak, I will step on you."
Lazerbeak giggled like a child and laid her head on Soundwave's foot.
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Hotrod had denied almost every single plan, because most of them were just running into base and blasting till they found Soundwave.
"Frag..fuck, let's just, take a break." Hotrod rubbed his temples and looked at the visor in his hands. He sadly slid the visor on his face.
Though the visor looked damaged, it was a good look to his metal. He sighed. Hotrod must have really fallen hard for him if he was willing to wear his visor. He wanted Spundwave back desperately.
"What if....." He spoke up, catching the attention of all the bots.
"What if I turn myself in to the Judge, maybe I could find Soundwave that way." Hotrod said, his optics a purple tint from any on lookers to ahead of him.
"What the frag?!" -Dead-end
"No way." -Clobber
"That would be helpful, but their base jams our ability of using our comm units." - Preceptor
"It could work but it's like super dangerous." -Whirl
"We need that damned bot back, he knows where our base is and everything." - Maccadam.
"Then it's settled, I turn myself in at dawn." Hotrod said.
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Yippie, a morning chapter, hopefully you guys could get a chapter later today idk.
Omg, I wasn't interrupted by a minor inconvenience this time (YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.) This is a streak of: 1
Also, longer chapter :D
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Soundwave's simp wearing his glasses :o it could be more detailed but I got lazy. (It was 10 at night don't judge me >:( )
Hopefully you guys get another chapter later today, but idk XD
