Attack on Soundwave

Prologue

Extending a slim arm out, Soundwave snatched a flying human out of mid air, hearing the strangled gasp the human let out before they began to panic and struggle in his grasp- quickly taking note of the elevated heart rhythm and quick breaths the human took in accommodation.

The sounds of battle raged on around him with the many battle cries from the humans and the thuds of the large abominations- yet he paid no mind to it as war sounds came as second nature to him; a norm, if he says so himself. The smoke and ashes from the battleground danced in the air and brushed against his frame, yet his cybernetic nanocytes on his armor took care of it by quickly cleaning it off - leaving his finish smooth and clean for all to see. Although in this moment of time, he wasn't as concerned as hiding his identity from the humans here as he was back in the previous Earth, oh no. In fact, he could care less about that after what little information he has on his own.

For with the knowledge of there being no human satellite on this world, or anything remotely advanced for him to connect to, he has no need to fear exposing himself. Who would these humans be able to call for help? How would these humans be able to spread the knowledge of his existence to any other humans in the world without the connections he's observed from the previous Earth the Decepticons were stationed on?

Now all he needed was some intel from this incompetent, weak, human grasped in his servo. Watching it squirm around in fright would have been amusing if it had been in the other world, to simply watch it flail, study it's reaction, take notes on how it perceives actions by others- from cybertronians themselves more specifically...

Ah, to observe Shockwaves experiments was about the only closest thing he would get to entertainment back then; using what little spare time he may have had to study the responses of other cybertronians, creatures, things - anything he could observe.

It was never too much to be prepared for.

But that was back then. Now...

The human had seemed to have accepted defeat and what he assumed to be his imminent demise by the elongated metal titan, ceasing his struggling and simply staring in horror at the faceless deception.

And as much as Soundwave had felt disgusted by simply holding on to this human for an extended amount of time, he knew he couldn't just throw the thing away since, well...

It was always his duty to collect as much information as there was presented to him.

Soundwave smoothly turned around and began to walk away from the heat of the battle- having his back against all he thought here insignificant to him to find a quieter space to squeeze as much information as he could get from the human.

Outside of these large walls seemed like an ideal place for interrogation.

And with so many of these enormous titans around, he knew just how to keep the human quiet about his very existence.

You know what's funny?? I found out what motivates me to write the most, and its quite silly.

My own writing. My own drafts and published works. I reread them, want more and then realize 'oh yeah, I'm the author' and then get back into it. 

Thats the only reason I ended up typing anything lol.