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fanfic100 for the most badass Decepticon (and his crew) ever. After all, Soundwave was my first favorite Transformer (if i recall correctly) so how could I know honor that?
Title: No Disassembly Required
Fandom: Transformers G1
Rating: PG
Word Count: 420
Characters: Soundwave, Cassetticons
Summary: Prompt: Beginning. It began as a routine mission...
It began as a simple observation mission. Soundwave did his infiltration specialty (waited around in his alt mode until a human- always one required for the mission because his luck was just that smoking –picked him up and took him past whatever security to get to wherever he needed to be) and sat on a counter, overseeing all that went on around him. Then the human finished with whatever it was fleshlings did and- in a surprise move –picked Soundwave up.
Wait- that’s not how it’s supposed to go, he thought in a vaguely irritated way. The human was supposed to shut off the lights and leave, giving Soundwave ample opportunity to depart at his leisure. Instead he was loaded up into a vehicle, driven to some Rockwellian home in the suburbs and then promptly ignored.
Until the organic offspring took note of him.
Soundwave was never intrigued by the fleshlings (especially given their idea of recreational audio was like a personal insult to him) and even less so by their louder, impulsive and disrespectful progeny. They pressed every button on Soundwave, turned every knob, got their pudgy little appendages into whatever they could.
And then they pulled out a cassette.
“Yo- what the- hey! Get the pinkies offa me!” Rumble yelped, annoyance a heavy throb over his telepathic link with Soundwave. The communications officer was only able to stay still as he watched the two children turn Rumble over in their hands. As their prodding became more insistent, Rumble gradually began panicking. “Stop that! Don’t poke there, Primus slaggit! Argh- Soundwave! Ya gotta stop them! They’re- they-“
Soundwave’s pump stuttered for a moment and horror wafted over him from the other cassettes. “ARRRGH!” The little creatures where pulling out Rumble’s tape! “I ca- Oh Primus! Save me- someone! They’re GUTTING me, the slaggin’ butchers! G’aaaaaaah!” Rumble wailed, crying and screaming and Frenzy started crying out, trying to push his way out of Soundwave’s compartment.
“Hang on, bro! Buzzsaw- get yer beak outta the way! I’ll save ya! Soundwave! Ya gotta let me out!”
“Negative.”
“Wha- NO!?”
“Affirmative.”
“AAAAAAAAA! I’m dying!”
“LEMME OUTTA HERE, FRAGGIN’ TRAITOR!”
“FRENZY! Calm down! They’re not gutting Rumble, they’re just pulling the tape out of his alt mode!”
“………”
“Thanks, Ravage. Way to ruin life.”
“Man, that was so not cool.”
“Shut up. You ain’t the one that’s gotta re-wind yourself.”
Soundwave suppressed a sigh and knew it was going to be a long wait before he’d get the chance to head back to base.
fanfic100 for the most badass Decepticon (and his crew) ever. After all, Soundwave was my first favorite Transformer (if i recall correctly) so how could I know honor that?Title: No Disassembly Required
Fandom: Transformers G1
Rating: PG
Word Count: 420
Characters: Soundwave, Cassetticons
Summary: Prompt: Beginning. It began as a routine mission...
It began as a simple observation mission. Soundwave did his infiltration specialty (waited around in his alt mode until a human- always one required for the mission because his luck was just that smoking –picked him up and took him past whatever security to get to wherever he needed to be) and sat on a counter, overseeing all that went on around him. Then the human finished with whatever it was fleshlings did and- in a surprise move –picked Soundwave up.
Wait- that’s not how it’s supposed to go, he thought in a vaguely irritated way. The human was supposed to shut off the lights and leave, giving Soundwave ample opportunity to depart at his leisure. Instead he was loaded up into a vehicle, driven to some Rockwellian home in the suburbs and then promptly ignored.
Until the organic offspring took note of him.
Soundwave was never intrigued by the fleshlings (especially given their idea of recreational audio was like a personal insult to him) and even less so by their louder, impulsive and disrespectful progeny. They pressed every button on Soundwave, turned every knob, got their pudgy little appendages into whatever they could.
And then they pulled out a cassette.
“Yo- what the- hey! Get the pinkies offa me!” Rumble yelped, annoyance a heavy throb over his telepathic link with Soundwave. The communications officer was only able to stay still as he watched the two children turn Rumble over in their hands. As their prodding became more insistent, Rumble gradually began panicking. “Stop that! Don’t poke there, Primus slaggit! Argh- Soundwave! Ya gotta stop them! They’re- they-“
Soundwave’s pump stuttered for a moment and horror wafted over him from the other cassettes. “ARRRGH!” The little creatures where pulling out Rumble’s tape! “I ca- Oh Primus! Save me- someone! They’re GUTTING me, the slaggin’ butchers! G’aaaaaaah!” Rumble wailed, crying and screaming and Frenzy started crying out, trying to push his way out of Soundwave’s compartment.
“Hang on, bro! Buzzsaw- get yer beak outta the way! I’ll save ya! Soundwave! Ya gotta let me out!”
“Negative.”
“Wha- NO!?”
“Affirmative.”
“AAAAAAAAA! I’m dying!”
“LEMME OUTTA HERE, FRAGGIN’ TRAITOR!”
“FRENZY! Calm down! They’re not gutting Rumble, they’re just pulling the tape out of his alt mode!”
“………”
“Thanks, Ravage. Way to ruin life.”
“Man, that was so not cool.”
“Shut up. You ain’t the one that’s gotta re-wind yourself.”
Soundwave suppressed a sigh and knew it was going to be a long wait before he’d get the chance to head back to base.
