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Long time since I posted... -_-; Cat died, and then life happened and yeah. I come bearing fic? Creepy thing about Soundwave, sparked by Xobit.
Ravage had been the first. Not a nobody, as one might expect, but not yet that high. He had been a challenge, though, such a challenge. He had, back then, been a mech, black and grey still, leader of a well-respected 'operative' team. As they called it now, Special Ops.
It had been hard to get close enough, trusted enough. It had taken groons of work, more than a vorn at the end. Much of that time had been spent in choosing what his next form would be, Soundwave had to admit. It needed to be something that would fit him...
At the end, the actual transfer had been easy. The mission had been dangerous, the craft went down of its own accord. No-one even thought to wonder when neither mech had returned.
His twins, now those were a coup. He had reached far, slightly high on his success with Ravage, who had then proven of great help. He had known when he had seen them on the newsfeeds that they had to be his... Twin Primes.
If Ravage had required groons of work, Rumble and Frenzy had taken vorns. He'd had to strike the blows himself, at the end, carefully targeting the one who was not holding the Matrix that orn, hitting hard and fast. Frenzy had nearly died as Rumble had stumbled to his guards, handed over the Matrix so a successor could be found, and then returned to his twin expecting to die. Soundwave had been frantic, worried that the Prime would be too late, that he would lose these two.
He had not reached so high next time. Buzzsaw was an artist, and her sculptures were changing the entire face of Cybertronian art. A different kind of leader than Soundwave usually sought, but he put himself into her retinue, allowed her to use him as the others had, and then struck. Artists were always remembered better when they died young, tragedy etching they memory into history.
She had been his first flier, and Soundwave had found he enjoyed the change, enjoyed the moods. The next he targeted had also been a flier, from Vos itself. Laserbeak had risen high in the city, and the very top was within reach. Soundwave would have been happy to deliver it to the Seeker, if Laserbeak had only wanted, but there was a timidity in him. Laserbeak had risen high, and then chose to stop, needing someone above him. When he crashed in the wastes, Soundwave had been happy to provide the authority Laserbeak had always wanted.
Ratbat, of course, was different yet. Corrupt to the core, and yet Soundwave had served him, as loyally as he had served the others. Ratbat had wanted the city, and so Soundwave had delivered. It was Ratbat's own corruption which brought him down, and once again Soundwave had delivered the blow himself. There was something satisfying in that.
And then there was Megatron...
That is indeed the end.
Ravage had been the first. Not a nobody, as one might expect, but not yet that high. He had been a challenge, though, such a challenge. He had, back then, been a mech, black and grey still, leader of a well-respected 'operative' team. As they called it now, Special Ops.
It had been hard to get close enough, trusted enough. It had taken groons of work, more than a vorn at the end. Much of that time had been spent in choosing what his next form would be, Soundwave had to admit. It needed to be something that would fit him...
At the end, the actual transfer had been easy. The mission had been dangerous, the craft went down of its own accord. No-one even thought to wonder when neither mech had returned.
His twins, now those were a coup. He had reached far, slightly high on his success with Ravage, who had then proven of great help. He had known when he had seen them on the newsfeeds that they had to be his... Twin Primes.
If Ravage had required groons of work, Rumble and Frenzy had taken vorns. He'd had to strike the blows himself, at the end, carefully targeting the one who was not holding the Matrix that orn, hitting hard and fast. Frenzy had nearly died as Rumble had stumbled to his guards, handed over the Matrix so a successor could be found, and then returned to his twin expecting to die. Soundwave had been frantic, worried that the Prime would be too late, that he would lose these two.
He had not reached so high next time. Buzzsaw was an artist, and her sculptures were changing the entire face of Cybertronian art. A different kind of leader than Soundwave usually sought, but he put himself into her retinue, allowed her to use him as the others had, and then struck. Artists were always remembered better when they died young, tragedy etching they memory into history.
She had been his first flier, and Soundwave had found he enjoyed the change, enjoyed the moods. The next he targeted had also been a flier, from Vos itself. Laserbeak had risen high in the city, and the very top was within reach. Soundwave would have been happy to deliver it to the Seeker, if Laserbeak had only wanted, but there was a timidity in him. Laserbeak had risen high, and then chose to stop, needing someone above him. When he crashed in the wastes, Soundwave had been happy to provide the authority Laserbeak had always wanted.
Ratbat, of course, was different yet. Corrupt to the core, and yet Soundwave had served him, as loyally as he had served the others. Ratbat had wanted the city, and so Soundwave had delivered. It was Ratbat's own corruption which brought him down, and once again Soundwave had delivered the blow himself. There was something satisfying in that.
And then there was Megatron...
That is indeed the end.