Being Human (Transformers Prime)

Chapter Ten | Guilt and Pleasure

"Every man is guilty of all the good he did not do."

~Voltaire

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Heavy footsteps clanked behind Megatron on the metal floor of the Nemesis, but he didn't think to look behind him. He could guess with precise accuracy who the owner of the footsteps were, and why they had come. Shockwave had either a report on the Predacon, or the human experiments. He had just recently given a full, detailed report on the growth of the other Predacons and the status of his first successful one- which was proving to be useful against the Autobots -so it almost certainly had to be the humans.

"My lord." The scientist rumbled, voice as slow and careful as his gait.

"Continue, Shockwave." Came the reply, curt and prodding. His master was either excited . . . Or impatient.

"I have a report on the bodies. They have developed fully and are waiting for the next step in our experiment; however I am reluctant to proceed without first checking the mobility and basic functioning of them."

Megatron grit his teeth, slightly frustrated. He wanted, so badly, for this experiment to succeed so he could rub the results in Optimus Prime's blasted face, however if he rushed things then he wouldn't be able to do that . . . And at the expense of the one prize he wanted to desperately take from the Prime.

His humans.

"We have little time, Shockwave." Megatron replies smoothly, not wanting his impatience to be known. "I'm sure the Autobots have concocted a plan and are ready to execute it when the moment allows. Do you believe the bodies are functional?"

Shockwave paused, his single eye glowing passively during the silence. His next words were slow, and carefully chosen. "They have been grown to my specifications, and therefore should be fully operational. There are variables, however, that could influence the bodies and their responses to the environment."

"But they are equipped with all of the necessary upgrades and protocols?"

Another pause. " . . .Yes."

The warlord nodded, turning his back to Shockwave again and looking at a monitor. "Begin the procedure, then. Knock Out has successfully repaired and modified his neuron refractor, and is ready at your disposal." His red optics focus on his scientist, mouth pulled back a little to show glittering dentas. "I should expect results as soon as possible."

"As you wish, my lord." Shockwave did not bow, instead turning around and slowly walking back to his lab, unhappy about the brief conversation, but nevertheless he did not want to anger his master. He was fairly confident in his work, but would not be completely satisfied until all of the variables were checked and confirmed to be uninhibitory to their progress.

But, what Megatron wanted, he would deliver. His master was relatively easy to please, and so the scientist eliminated as many variables as possible in his list; the ones with less probability to occur. The others, well, he could test once the experiment had finished.

"Knock Out." He says the moment he walks into the medical bay. "Retrieve the humans and take them to the incubation room, with your neuron refractor. The experiment will be ready to begin once everything is prepared."

The red medic grinned, red optics glittering with excitement. "Will do. Does this mean I can break a few bones? The blabber mouth was starting to annoy me-"

"No." Shockwave replies bluntly. "Not until we know the transfer has been complete. I have no use for the humans then."

"What is it the humans say? It feels just like Christmas!" Knock Out flaunts with glee, Shockwave merely ignoring him and instead turning around, heading for a secluded room on the ship.