[ Our Calamity ] A TFP Shockwave x OC Fanfic

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The Nemesis -Location: Classified - Time: Unknown-

Thunder roared overhead and flashes of lighting appeared as quickly as they dissipated. His optic's scanned the grey clouds ahead of the ship. Servos woven behind his back but one finger kept tapping at his palm. Crimson optics pierced the sky ahead, waiting, waiting for anything.

A miracle happened. A small beep sprung from the main console in front of him. He turned his attention to it. The screen appeared normal until a new box formed a message.

Lord Megatron, I have intercepted an encoded Autobot message. [Soundwave]

A grin formed on his faceplate. He closed the message and turned away from the console. Megatron walked to the entryway of the bridge with a hint of a stroll in his step.

He lumbered down the halls of his warship. Each step heard with a thud. Vechicons on patrol or roaming the halls would stop in their tracks and salute to the warlord until he passed by. Megatron did not acknowledge them however, as he had somewhere to be.

The doors slid open automatically when he stepped forward into the room. There Soundwave was, swiftly typing away at the large console in front of him. The coils from his torso were hooked up to the console, a path of light continually coming from him through the tendrils. His focus did not break as his leader entered the room.

"Soundwave," Megatron spoke and Soundwave finally unplugged himself from the console, "Brief me on this 'encoded Autobot message' you have found."

The mech started typing again.  He pulled up a series of characters in the Autobot language. They slowly moved across the screen, rather confusingly.

Megatron's grin dissolved and turned into a scowl. Cursed Autobots.

"Have you already commenced the decryption?" He asked Soundwave.

"[Already commenced the decryption]"  Soundwave played back Megatron's voice in response.

"And what has been discovered?"

Soundwave began to transcribe the message into Decepticon writing on the spot. Servos flying over the console keyboard. The Autobot characters started to translate and shift into different areas. Megatron watched intently and the grin started to reform.

Soundwave stopped as the message illuminated in finalization. The two mechs could now understand it clearly. It had a set of coordinates with the message. While this success was quite enticing, Megatron was suspicious of it. Even if Soundwave was Megatron's most skilled officer, even he couldn't decrypt a complicated Autobot dispatch as quickly as he did.

"While I do not doubt your incredible skill, I find it highly suspicious that the message was decoded as quickly as it was." He looked to Soundwave, whom nodded in approval.

He returned his gaze to the console, "It is most likely a trap... Nevertheless, it needs to be investigated. Have Starscream and Knockout returned from the mines yet?"

Soundwave shook his helm.

"Then I will have to send Shockwave in." Megatron turned away from Soundwave, "But you shall keep surveillance on the interception. Do not take action if you are spotted." He tromped towards the door. Before he stepped through, he faced Soundwave again.

"Oh, and no not return empty servoed." Megatron's gaze became harsh and commanding, piercing red optics, "I want to know what the Autobots are transporting."

Allagash, Maine -10:48 AM-

An aged red truck cruised down a winding road. The road was surrounded by trees of green, yellow, and red. The morning sun was peaking out from the mountain on the side of the road, giving a golden warmth to the crispy morning. In the cabin of the truck, a girl was behind the wheel with a radio humming a soft melody. She tapped her fingers to the beat of the song. It was slow, calming, lovely, just like the forest she was driving through. She brushed a piece of long dark brown hair behind her ear as it got in her face. Grayish-blue eyes watching the road. Brown freckles sprinkled on her face. It was these little moments that entrapped her. Where she could drive forever and not think about a thing but the road.

A bark broke her thoughts. The bark came from behind her, the small window in the back. A large head of a dog with a black muzzle, eyes, and ears came through the window. It's tan and brown body sitting in the bed of the truck. The girl chuckled and reached behind her. She ruffled the short fur on the top of its head with her hand.

"Don't worry bud, we're almost home." She said to the dog.

A turn came up on the road. She turned and found herself on a long, bending, one-lane road that was densely surrounded by forest. Twisting and turning, over hills and on the sides of small dips the truck went with the girl and the dog.

The concrete road then turned into gravely dirt. Tires rolling over the earth sounded like low crunching. The dirt road didn't go for long as she soon saw home.

A large grey and white house with the paint chipping off it sat at the end of the gravel driveway. A weathered brown porch at the front of it. An old wooden play place and rusted swings was beside the house. The garage was apart from the house, at the right hand of it. It was just as old as the house. One of the garage doors was open. The rear of a grey Blazer stuck out of the garage. Someone was visibly under it tinkering with it. Tool boxes and car parts scattered around the person.

The girl pulled the truck in front of porch and parked it. When she turned the engine off, the dog immediately jumped out from the back of truck. She grabbed the plastic bags, filled with both groceries and car products from the passenger seat as she stepped out.

She strolled over to the person underneath the Blazer. She stood at their feet that poked out from under the vehicle, but they didn't notice her. She glared at the feet until she kicked the back bumper of the car.

The feet jumped in a startled manner and a gasp came from underneath. The person started to squirm out. The girl stepped back as the person crawled out from the dirt. A man soon stood up from below the car. As he stood, he removed the headphones on his head.

"Hey Pa." The girl smiled at her father.

"Hey Val, didn't hear you roll in." He said to Val.

"Obviously," She took a glance at the headphones hanging from her father's grease covered hand that were still playing, "So how's the old bucket?" Val cocked her chin to the blazer in the garage.

"Still working on him, guess he's older than I thought he was. But I'm sure he'll be ready in time for our winter road trip. Did you buy the things I needed?" Val held out one of plastic bags to him in response with a proud grin on her face. He was careful to take the bottom of the bags when his daughter handed it to him and peered into them.

"I also got some food that we were low on, like milk and eggs." She shook the other bag lightly.

"Great. Thanks a lot, sweetheart. Go head inside, there's some eggs and toast waiting for you." She nodded but spoke soon after he did.

"Pa, I was wondering if it's cool I hang out with Raileigh and the others this afternoon by the lake? You know we're having a small bonfire and what not." Val voiced shyly.

"What do you mean by others?" Val's father asked with a suspicious tone.

"Well, I mean—you know—the group from high school. I bumped into Raileigh at the auto store and she asked me to be her designated driver for tonight."

Val's father returned a huff and crossed his arms.

"I'll be okay, I promise." Val said.

He though for a moment, tapping his finger on his arm. Finally, he let out a defeated groan.

"Fine, but please try to come home at a reasonable hour." He said sternly.

Val gave an appreciative smile.

"Thanks, Pa!" She jogged away to house, the plastic bag bouncing from her hand.