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Characters:Soundwave Location: Autobot Outpost Medbay, moves to the Nemesis Content Warnings: n/a Plot Summary: A strange creature attacks the medbay and upon discovering the red opticed sparkling Requiem, steals him away to the Nemesis.
There was a sound nearby. He didn't think anything of it at first, as his carrier and sibling came by everyday to check on him and spend time together. But then he heard things breaking and finally lifted his tiny head and uncurled from his protective ball. He didn't really feel very well, but as time went on he felt as though he was getting better. He wanted to go home, do his recharging with his brother and his Papa and just be happy. This place wasn't meant for him, it was for sick sparklings. He wasn't sick, or he didn't want to be sick. Blee-zard was nice and all, but she wasn't his creator.
But why was she on the ground? Who was that strange thing on top of her. He needed to alert someone. Papa would save him. Requiem sniffled then and wailed at the top of his little sparkling lungs.
And then the thing was on him and little red optics met optics the same color as his. Curiosity interrupted his sense of self-preservation. "Moo?"
The creature nuzzled him and made a low purring sound, cooing softly. "Sparkling not cry, will alert Autobots. Be still, will take you to Soundwave." He knew what the other was saying, but didn't get what he was telling him. "Autobots steal Decepticon sparklings. Worst idea ever." The creature was muttering to himself, but he didn't seem hostile towards Requiem.
Then he was nudged into one of the slings he was usually put in when his carrier wasn't around and he wanted to be held then the creature scooped that up and secured it across its body and left the security of the medbay. At that point Requiem realized he was being taken from home. Maybe this creature was taking him to his carrier? That would be nice.
He was tired again. He knew he wasn't as strong yet as his brother, so he had to sleep more. He recharged in the sling to the rocking of the creature and the knowledge that he was going to his carrier.
That notion left him when the sling was plunked down some time later and the creature nudged him out to present him to a grown up he had never seen before who had red optics like his but was much bigger than his creator.
And he stared for a full minute, optics lighting bright with fear, before whimpering then letting off an audio piercing wail. Hopefully his papa would come and get him.
The ever silent mech stood aloft at a control panel, face flickering a mad wave length across it as something was heard exclusively to him. His fingers glided across the keys, rapping against them in quick successions and slow pauses. Seems he was in a zone of sorts, one who dares not disturb his zone.
Aboard the control panel was lines and lines of coding and cryptic messages. Most were relayed messages to other troops down on the ground and others request forms. Why must those get in here with the more important ones? Still, he had to focus and his mad wavelength kept a steady beat. That was, until something was captured.
That wavelength stopped and his fingers no longer danced. Instead he awaited for the door to slide open where he turned to see a familiar... Good lord what is happening in here?!
Soundwave was standing with feet planted shoulder width apart, apparently wide set for his structure, and stared at Ravage.
Ravage had brought a Sparkling, at this time of year, in this part of the galaxy, entirely brought into his control room!
Soundwave was knelt down to the duo, and kept his slithering tentacles at bay, not wanting to spook the sparkling. Then his face flickered to a nice pink mask. Something to offset the dreary cold blues and purples. Now he wanted to see this sparkling.
Then his pink face fluttered at the wailing noises the sparkling produced! That is the exact opposite of what he is known for! Now the mech lowered more and started to make soft bloops and bleeps from his visor. Soft and gentle, easing the sparkling into the realm of tv... Errr, upper level parenting. What to do with this thing? A frantic seeker now on all fours trying to appear less threatening was there. Good thing he had access to cameras and such.
What did Sparklings like? He accessed his onboard computers and found results. To go with the soft bleeps and smooth lights. He had hoped he was doing good, then reports of motherly touches came up.
Cautiously he extended a hand, not a tentacle out, towards Requiem. Slender fingers extending to allow the sparkling to grasp and see he was no threat.
He felt the thing pressing against his back, purring soothingly. "Is Soundwave, won't hurt sparkling." He was told and Requiem sniffled in distress as the big masked adult started making noises at him and didn't immediately squash him flat. He didn't think adults did that to sparklings, and slowly he calmed down until he could stuff a fist into his mouth and suck on it for comfort. What he would give fore his papa right now! Papa would let him chew on a digit as long as he wanted, it soothed and contented. Or his special blanket! Something that wasn't this strange, foreign place!
Requiem sniffled again around his fist then spat it out. Optics popped open large at the offered hand, staring at it accusingly for the longest time before slowly reaching out to poke it. Okay so maybe....maybe he'd just been moved to a different medic? Or maybe this adult could make him not sick sparkling? A shuddering sniffle rolled through him, followed by a sneeze. "Cold." He had to decide if he was going to be good letting this stranger touch him, and decided he didn't have much choice. He was cold and needed taking care of. He reached out to grasp the finger finally and drew it into his mouth to chew on until his little frame relaxed and he spat it out too. "Hungry too. Pick me up?" Red optics regarded the other hopefully. "Feed me?"
With a final moment of hesitation he reached up towards the unknown adult, staring at him with his best weapon, the beseeching sparkling optics.
Sniffling, he saw that and hoped an onslaught of crying wouldn't come again. That was his worst fears, not knowing how to tamely silence a Sparkling! Still his onboard computers gave him all the information he needed yet that rendered him a keyboard warrior than an experienced parental figure. Though he started to take notice of how he suckled on his fist to keep quiet. Maybe a pacifier would help?
He felt the poke to his slender digits and watched curiously. Was he like this before? He can't remember such things from so long ago... or if he had such a quiet beginning. The mask kept playing the soft visuals and noises even when his digit was explored.
Cold...
He soon picked up the small sparkling gingerly with his hands before carefully shifting his pedes beneath him. All the while he brought Requiem to his lukewarm chest, having warmed up in a spook at this little thing showing up in his quarters. A nice cozy warm spot and slow steps taken to not jostle the new Spark. Food... Knock Out will get a hoot when he learns of what Soundwave has, then suggestions for what to feed him. It is a him?
Without much warning a digit shifted a leg to take a peek, curse his information gathering side.
Requiem wasn't too pleased with how he was being handled, but at least he was slightly warmer here than on the floor. And maybe this adult would feed him? It seemed like that was their destination. He was cuddled against the stranger's chest, listening for the familiar buzz of a spark. Adult sparks stabilized new sparks, and his was trying to stabilize now. So even though he was hungry, he was feeling better.
He saw the thing keeping pace far below them, and wondered at how big this adult was. Much bigger than his papa. Much broader too. He sniffled again then squeaked when he was shifted in a weird way.
The thing snorted below. "Sparkling is a mech, frequency says so. Needs warmth, stable grown spark, special grade energon. Low grade okay, would ask medic for sparkling energon."
Then Requiem heard scraping and scrabbling before the thing appeared over the shoulder of the adult. "Am Ravage, this Soundwave. What does sparkling call self?"
Large red optics considered this for a long moment before answering. "Requiem."
Careful stalkerish steps crafted a smooth ride for Reqiuem. He was taking on aspects of Ravage here! Still, he held the new spark close to his chest, which held a fast spark though slowed down to a steady drone, something for the new spark to listen to other than his belly.
The tall mech kept Reqiuem close, accessing his onboard computers to plot a course to the med bay. The one with the least amount of Cons, better they not see this lil bundle or assume. Despite his course plotting, he did nod to Ravage and took notes, even after checking that area. Knowing more gave a more relaxed feel about this silent mech, comforting and slowly warming.
Scraping and scrabbling, a slow halt and a very stiff body for Ravage to get good purchases to clamber up to before he felt the large mech come to a still. Then he was carrying two in a slow and steady pace, not to disturb their balances. His mask soon turned down to Requiem who spoke their name. And for a moment, Soundwave forgot what he was...
"Acknowledgement Of Sparkling Requiem's Name. My Identification Is Soundwave. Such a drastic change of tone when compared to any other bot!
Requiem wasn't really sure what to make of all this. Sure, the big mech was taking care of him, and the Ravage thing was helping, but what about his empty tanks? He was hungry, and trying very hard not to cry about it. Crying upset adults or annoyed them, he didn't want to be a bad sparkling. He was a good sparkling. Papa told him so, and Papa's word was law.
At least he knew their designations and what to call them. And the pulse of a stable adult spark calmed his frayed nerves. He was still working things out, still trying to form a plan to get back to his creator. Perhaps that was where they were going? He didn't know the world beyond the medbay, so this could easily be home and he'd never know. That made sense. Where else would he be? Would Ravage have stolen him from home? He didn't think so. Ravage had even said that he was stolen from here! So that had to be right.
He tipped his head as the others tone changed, trying to figure him out too. "Soundwave." He spoke slowly but surely, making sure he said it right the first time. He was thoughtful. Then a large yawned followed. "You feed me?" Will you feed me went unsaid, though he would have been scolded a little by his carrier for breaking down into simple sentence when he was capable of more coherent speech.
Requiem rolled then, tucking in more against the large mech's chassis, expecting to be cared for and protected. Who did anything else with a sparkling?
Quiet audio receptors listened to what Requiem had to say, and it was his name followed by a yawning request. He played back the audio recording to get what he said was true. It was, and his pace only hastened to the medical bay.
He'd hardly notice how close he was to the medbay that may be Requiem's new home before he spoke, "Soundwave Will Provide Nourishment For Requiem. Medical Officer Knock Out Will Possess A Cache For you." Will.
Before he knew it, he was inside the empty medical room with Ravage and Requiem. No Knock Out, just those three and that cache... His tentacles slipped free and slithered towards a console to access and locate the supplies before sending a message to the medic about his discovery... also to unlock the cache and take a cube to hold close to Requiem. Here he half expected those small arms to support so much weight only for him to realize, now those spindly digits held the cube aloft and slow fed it to Requiem till he had his fill. Odd how he knew to hold the sparkling close and feed ever so carefully.
He was sort of fading in and out of recharge now that his spark was stabilizing next to Soundwave's. Only his empty tanks kept him online, the fear of the unknown not as urgent as it had been when he was first presented to this massive mech just a short while ago. Adults protected sparklings. Adults cared for sparklings. He was safe as long as he was with an adult. That was the way his processors worked at the moment. So he'd be fine as long as he stayed where he was. And when he was fed, and had taken a good nap, he'd ask for someone to bring him to Solaris. He missed his brother. Papa as well, but brother first.
Requiem gave Soundwave a dirty look when he was offered a cube that was clearly too big for him to hold himself, then instantly forgave him as he figured it out without having to be told. Some adults were silly creatures, he decided. Once he'd had his fill he snuggled more into the warm chassis he was held next to and drifted off into recharge.
Everything else could come later.
[Fin? or one more post from Soundwave, your choice.]