Silence (TFP)

chapter 17

Chapter 17

Soundwave? In the brig? No, no,no... But why? Scenarios started running through my head, playing out to the moment that would leave Soundwave in the brig. Only one of them really made any sense to me. The more I thought about it, the more I realized it was the truth. He was a traitor to the Decepticons.

"Get him out of there!" I yelled. "He's an Autobot now!"

Optimus started to speak, "Beta, are you absolutely certain-"

"Cross my spark, hope to die, Optimus. Bring him back to base."

"Very well. Ratchet, send a ground bridge to our coordinates."

Ratchet started to open a ground bridge while the bending of metal and fire of blasters could be heard on the other side of the comm link.

Soon, the Autobots were back, and they strapped Soundwave to a table. Anger flared up inside of me. I growled menacingly.

My growling put the Autobots on guard. Arcee's weapon was the only one locked and loaded.

"The frag is the meaning of this?! Release him, Optimus!" I hissed.

"Beta, I understand your worry. However, we have no way of knowing that what you say is true," our leader replied calmly.

"No, Optimus! You don't understand! You know why he was in the brig? Because of me! You know why he was tortured? Because of me! He went through all that slag because he wanted to protect me. Megatron told him his plan. Soundwave rebelled because he was trying to protect me. I told you that Soundwave cares about me. But none of you listened to me! You were all too caught up in your own experiences to even consider the possibility that maybe there is good in his spark. All you bots know is that he is your enemy. You have no sympathy. What kind of Autobots are you?

I ran out of the base through the front entrance. I really didn't give a scrap if a human saw me at this point. I just wanted some wheels so I could get out of here as fast as possible. Luck was on my side. A Ferrari drove by. I quickly scanned it. Thankfully, I was still in the shadows so I didn't have to answer to an "alien sighting" later.

I transformed and drove away as fast as my wheels would spin. I didn't care where I went. I just wanted to get away from those so called "Autobots". I knew that they supposedly wanted peace. Then again, so did the Decepticons. "Peace through tyranny." If that was true, then what was the point of this whole Primus-forsaken war? To decide who would rule Cybertron? It's dead now so what does it matter? Go rule two separate planets and have your peace there.

If you ask me, this whole war was stupid. And you know what? It's not even my war! I was a human being. Then some creepy slag happened and now I'm a fragging robot. How messed up is that? Then it hit me. I don't have to fight in this war. I don't have to have any part in it. Since they wanted to make me into a robot, why don't I just do what robots do? Serve a human. It would be much more peaceful than this stupid war. Much quieter. Then again, being a servant wasn't exactly my cup of tea. It would probably be easier to just park in the middle of the woods. But how would I deal with the loss of Ironhide, Ratchet, and Soundwave? As far as I knew, there was only one solution.

I had to find a forest. Maybe a national park! The Autobots would never go in one because it would be kind of obvious if a giant robot was walking around. I would just go through where the gate wasn't. Far in the back. I turned around and headed towards the nearest one I could think of. Sadly, that meant I had to pass back by the base. How wonderful.

Fortunately, there was a quick fix to my problem. I turned off my locator and my comm link. They'd never know it was me passing by.

When I passed by the base, I found that nothing unusual was going on. No one watching the road, no road block, nothing to try to catch me. Good. They must have thought I was coming back. They had no idea. How devious of me. I mentally smirked.

Sadly, I was in the national park much too soon. It was only a matter of time before I was forced to do what it took to get over the loss of Ironhide, Ratchet, and Soundwave. I knew it didn't have to be this way. I could always go back. But...It wasn't my war. I had no experience with anything they needed. I'm a high school student, not a thousands of year old Cybertronian. I knew from the moment I set foot outside the base that I couldn't go back. I also knew from that moment, that I wouldn't be able to live with myself for leaving my three favorite mechs. Maybe the war wouldn't last much longer. Once it was over, all of us could live peacefully with each other.

Thinking about it didn't help. I had to do this now. I set my automatic wake-up time for exactly one hundred years from now. I forced stasis.

Blackness.