Dead or Alive
Written by K., as a response to the Wanted Poster..which I suggest you look at before reading this story...
Soundwave looked at me with an expression that could best be described as barely restrained mirth. Strange, it was something I rarely saw from him.
The way he leaned against the bulkhead, arms folded across his chest,
suggested he would find my reaction most enjoyable. The rolled piece of
flimsiplast paper he had procured rested in my hands, and I looked up to
meet his gaze, one brow lifted in a questioning way.
"I am assuming, Soundwave... my dear friend... that you've found the
contents of this document whimsical, to some degree?"
He simple shook his head and waved a dismissive hand. "Open it."
With a labored sigh I took to unrolling the sheet, pulling it taut. I
blinked, so that perhaps the image that met my optics might somehow change,
and become less ludicrous. Unfortunately, it stayed quite the same. I
looked back to my companion, tilting my head slightly in bewilderment.
"This is a joke, is it not Soundwave? Please tell me you concocted this as
a silly prank."
Soundwave held up his hands in innocence. "I wish I had the time, but this
is quite real. Laserbeak recovered it from an Autobot controlled private
sector."
I dropped my gaze back to the parchment, taking it in slowly. It was a
clumsy rendition of two females, and a rather exagerrated 'male' in the
background, dividing the two. I rubbed my eyes, thinking that whomever
rendered this had an eye for making things much more grandiose than they
obviously were.
"Wanted, Dead or Alive," I read like a town crier. "By the Lord High
Governor of DarkMount...... meaning me, I imagine..... for Crimes against
the Decepticon Empire." With that, I tossed the poster back at my
companion, watching it catch on one of his ears and just sort of hang there,
swaying gently.
"I don't recall ever authorizing such an edict Soundwave."
"That's because you didn't, my Lord. This was obviously the work of some
heavy handed Autobot propoganda officer."
I smirked, looking at him directly. "It is kind of funny, though."
He chuckled, almost imperceptibly. "It is that, indeed."
"Self importance is a decidedly Autobot trait, isn't it?"
Soundwave looked towards the doorway. "More often than not, yes."
"They must think me some kind of fool."
"They're not the only ones, my Lord."
"You know Soundwave, if I didn't know you so well, I might be tempted to
kick you out of my office. In fact, I think I just might."
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