Goldenrod - SoundRod AU

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It wasn't quick, honestly. Hotrod and Soundwave just stood there for a solid 27 minutes, listening as the Scientist floated and praised his work and Soundwave(pissing off Hotrod at the comments) before he scooped them up and held them together with his cold tentacles.

Soundwave and Hotrod's legs dangled off the ground, their arms pressed tight against themselves. Hotrod's head was forced(not really) onto Soundwave's chassis.

The blue bot let out an uncomfortable sigh, boredly looking around the lab. "S-Soundwave?" Hotrod asked.

He had his attention immediately, those cold pink-blue optics covered by the red of his visor, just staring into him.

A subtle blue-red hue rose on Hotrod's face plate. "Why did— what did he mean by you being—a uhm....a judge?"

"I.....Hotrod, dearest, you....I want you to know...that I care about you much more than it seems...I'm just....I can't tell you why, for your safety.."

Hotrod scoffed and put it off. He stared around the large lab, trying to find anything that they could use to escape. He sighed, laying his helm back against Soundwave's smooth metal.

The blue bot glanced back down at him. "Starscream?" He whispered, looking up to see the ghostly jet sitting on a balcony overlooking the hall. His red optics narrowed in distaste. A faint green glow to his body, not his eyes like last time. Hotrod glanced up towards him.

Cheetor was seated beside the jet, fiddling nervously with his spear. In his mind he heard Cheetor's voice delicately in his mind. He is coming.... For his prize...

Hotrod blinked, jolting upwards and knocking his horn against Soundwave's face plate. The bot growled in displeasure. "Hotrod-"

"I do hope you are comfortable!" The Scientist chimed happily, clacking and clicking away on his keyboard before a small hatch opened. "The blue one, not you Hotshot."

Hotrod rolled his optics, Soundwave snickered.

The Scientist dropped the two bots on the ground, Hotrod glared resentfully up at the Quintesson. His blue optics narrowed then widened.

"Soundwave-!"

A tentacle gently wrapped around the blue bots body. Soundwave reached out for Hotrod's servo, gently clasping it in his before being dragged up into the air by  The Scientist.

Hotrod cursed, looking up and around as he tried to think of ways to get Soundwave out of this situation as the Quintessson mumbled and chatted happily away with his bot.

His bot?

Nah, that's....they— Ahem...

Hotrod shook himself out of his train of thought, glancing back up at Starscream and Cheetor. What had Cheetor meant? That Soundwave was a prize for The Scientist? Primus, he hoped to the stars that wasn't true.

He looked around, wandering aimlessly towards a huge clear tube in the center room, a tower and pillars reached far above the tube like it held an observation deck above the tube. His optics shimmered and glow a bit brighter so he can make out what's far above.

He sees machines, little pillars where it looks like Cybertronians were being kept. Another space perhaps, like the grand hall full of the planets inhabitants. "Where...." Hotrod starts, pausing as he steps in something smooth and wet.

He glanced down, lifting his stabilizer(?) as he saw a puddle of energon under it. He painicked briefly, checking himself over for any wounds.

Nothing.

Hotrod sighed and looked up, getting hit in the face with a drop of energon. He stumbled back and fell over onto his back. Hotrod's optics went wide.

An arm was hanging from the platform the hang over the tube. Hotrod sucked in some air, holding it for a moment to calm down before exhaling it. "Soundwave?!" He yelled, sprinting back to The Scientist.