3/10- As I prepare artwork for the 30th part release of the TF G1 Metatisic Saga that I hope to have up tonight before I turn in, I took a moment away from the drawing board to talk to a friend who really is the reason why that book exist here on DeviantART. It made me think of ‘Megawave!’, which btw, is a piece from the very, very brand-new 2017 editions of the story which will start airing once the last of these remaining previous chapters are up *confetti, baby!*
He looked up to find Shockwave half-turned, and wondered at how much time had managed to slip away from him while he was lost in his own dimly remembered past. It seemed they'd traveled quite a distance into another part of the Iysurus entirely.
“Forgive me. I sometimes wonder how much time I have left. There is some instability in the modifications because I fought the process.” Cyclonus offered, his voice rough with emotions he couldn't hide.
Shockwave nodded solemnly. “I surmised as much with so much carbon buildup. What I can repair, I will.” That massive hand landed with surprising care on the jet's shoulder. “You did well, Decepticon Cyclonus, to fight so hard for what you knew to be right. Never doubt it.”
Something in him broke at the words and no easy reply came. This meant so much more than Shockwave could realize. It was possible the naked gratitude and pain were visible on his faceplate. Cyclonus wasn't sure. He was too busy trying to contain several embarrassing emotional reactions at once. He was not going to burst into tears. It wasn't a thing he could do in front of Shockwave.
The Guardian moved him ahead with a pat. “Come along. I'll introduce you to the security system to avoid any nasty accidents.”
It was a simple scanning process- stand in the archway, put one's optics up to the sensor- though probably high tech for the era. The sensor beams were warm, pleasant, as they took his biometrics and mapped his field. A green light showed he was now cleared as friendly by the system.
“I hate having to lock anything up, but honor isn't what...” Shockwave began as he walked through the doorway and into the lab, only to abruptly stop. "Goodness! What are you two doing!? And in my lab!"
Cyclonus, curious beyond reason, poked his head around the jamb.
Perched on Soundwave's blocky little shoulders, was Megatron. They'd been caught mid “ka-chunk” noise as they cleared a cabinet, pretending to be... something large and heavily armed. Soundwave's tightened grip on his playmate's peds betrayed a streak of fear upon noticing Cyclonus. The vinca jet tried to smile as he stepped into the lab fully, to ease the boy's likeliest fear that there would be klaxons or some kind of attack sounded shortly.
Megatron at least looked contrite but he didn't bother to get down off his friend's shoulders. He offered, "Soundwave saw some new specs you left on the computer for making smaller robots stick together and make big robots..."
The other boy's posture was now nothing but guilt, nearly unsettling the young prince. "Affirmative."
Shockwave crossed his arms, his tone encouraging further illumination. "Indeed...?"
Megatron's frustration was palpable, as if it should be obvious to all and sundry the great work they were doing. "So, I thought we'd try it!"
Shockwave's posture softened, his arms falling to his sides, and his em field fluctuated close to Cyclonus with what felt like laughter that he wasn't voicing. His words were still stern. "There's a lot of work that goes into such things, Young Majesty. Surgeries. Installations. Program adjustments. Compatibility tests... the Gestalt project is all very experimental as of yet. It will be some vorns before combination technology is available outside theory."
Megatron pouted. The boy could slag twenty times his weight in mechs even now, if he put his mind to it and managed to control his fear, but nothing in the known universe should be so dangerous while being so disarming. Adorable was not generally a term one applied to the Slag-maker, but it did recall Metatisic's disappointment over being made to wait. The King did not pout, of course, and it would be rude to suggest it.
Soundwave sighed, his harmonics sliding downward in dejection. "...we would have been very powerful."
"And smart," Megatron added. “The schematics said the the big robot's mind is a combination of all the little robots.” He huffed in frustration, “We would have been so smart.”
A small chuckle issued from Shockwave as his ears twitched. “Undoubtedly.”
Soundwave agreed with a nod that nearly unseated Megatron and sent Metatisic's son into a cheer, "We would have been awesome! MEGAWAVE!”
"Inquiry: Why does your name come first? " Soundwave puzzled, looking upward at Megatron.
"Because I'm the Prince.” Megatron offered as if it were plain, “Besides, Soundtron sounds ridiculous-- Oh, don't be sad. When I'm Dourjer you can be my second-in-command!" He patted Soundwave's helmet.
"Satisfaction. Onward, MEGAWAVE!" And Soundwave began to coordinate movements with Megatron towards the door, providing sound effects as if they were truly huge.
“Refuge in audacity may only cover you so far, Young Majesty.” Shockwave called after the boys, “Don't think I don't keep a log of every time you break in and show it to your Father.”
“Walk in” Megatron corrected, turning half way around on his perch, just past Cyclonus.
“Cheek!” Shockwave scolded.