Soundwave's life on the Nemesis

Chapter 15: Unmasked

Soundwave was sitting over the edge of his fathers berth, silently waiting for the warlord to come from ringing Starscream out, Soundwave felt quite pathetic at the moment, he could have kicked Starscream's aft if he wasn't vulnerable, because of his position, or vulnerable because his main weapons were offlined.

"How are you feeling?" Megatron's spoke soft and low, as his heavy footsteps entered his chambers.

"Fine... I could have kicked his aft, if he didn't hurt earlier today!" Soundwave scoffed, as Megatron sat next to him on the large berth.

Megatron gave a small chuckled at his youngling, who lifted his helm and stared. "I'm sure you would have" Megatron sighed with a smile, patting his youngling on the helm.

"You don't think so!?" Soundwave growled, twisting to face his father, only to have a wave of pain course through him from his stomach.

Megatron winced at the site of Soundwave clenching his stomach in pain. "Don't get so tense, of course I believe you could, you are my son after all, you will get your chance soon enough, we do defeat Starscream quite efficiently" Megatron crooned, as his smirk grew.

"Yep..." Soundwave sighed, releasing his grip on his stomach, slowly sitting back straight up.

"You may lay down if you feel less pain that way" Megatron suggested, gesturing the youngling to lay down.

"I shouldn't even be sitting on your berth, it's a violation" Soundwave shook his helm, getting up to his peds, slowly standing up straight.

Megatron snorted. "Nonsence Soundwave, if it were anyone else yes, but you have the exception, you being my own metal and blood" Megatron said, escorting Soundwave back onto the berth.

"Sure..." Soundwave sighed, sitting back down, it was silent for a couple brief moments before Megatron broke the silence.

"Soundwave?, may I ask you a question?" Megatron asked, looking to the ground.

Soundwave froze for a moment, before answering his liege. "...um... sure..." Soundwave nervously replied, not really wanting to hear or answer the question about to be asked.

Megatron cleared his throat before saying a word, turning to the youngling beside him he asked. "Soundwave I do not remember what you look like, underneath your mask, it's been so long, could you just take it off, for a brief moment?" Megatron asked, feeling the fear and nervousness flooding his youngling.

Soundwave took quite a long time to reply, he had never been asked that before, he had always had the fear of someone asking him to, but most of the cons just made fun of him for wearing it, and he didn't mind that much, as long as he didn't have to expose himself. "...K..." Soundwave replied bearly at a whisper, he was so quiet, Megatron was not only his father, but his leader, and if he ordered him to do something he would do it, with out question.

Soundwave slowly, timidly, reached up, and placed his servos over his visor, and waited for the hiss of the sealed locks, that held it there, to click undone, as that happened the visor was removed.

Megatron watched as the visor came into the younglings lap, Megatron looked at the shiney smooth gunmetal grey pristine face plate, two violet lit lines ran from the cheek to the spy's chin, the warlord looked and saw that the youngling had his optics shut tightly.

Soundwave had not had his visor off, in forever, the only time he didn't have it on, was when he was born, hesitantly he opened his optics, the light from the room stung, as his optics dilated, too adjust to the lighting, after that was done he focused his vision on his father, who stared in awe.

Megatron was staring at the younglings youthful, neverbefore seen optics, such an unusual mixture of colours the younglings optics were.

Soundwave tilted his helm, never seeing the surprised expression like that on his fathers face before, was something wrong with him, did he dissaprove of his looks, Soundwave began to panick, wanting to put his visor back on, Soundwave didn't even know what he looked like.