Pay no mind to the battles you've won
Characters: Soundwave, and Slipstream
When: January 17th
Where: Abax hospital morgue to start, then around the city
What: Soundwave returns from the dead, and that's only the first surprise of the day
Open or Closed? Closed
Rating/Warnings Mentions of robot death, TBE if needed
The metal of his makeshift spear hit with a deep, blunt sensation. His damaged chest plating...it squealed, shuddered, and gave. There is no sharp pain, nothing like what being impaled should feel like. Only a current-stealing numbness. The orange, and black flicker of his enemy's lights. The seeping numbness...systems shutdown...darkness.
Internal Chronograph Error, running systems check
Systems check complete, startup initiated
Soundwave's radial scans, and restart protocol pinged back instantly to inform him he was currently contained within a metal box. A box, in a grid, in what the partial schematic told him was a stacked construct of similar units, each with a marked temperature drop. As he came to full consciousness, the dizzying feeling of Deja Vu' is so sharp, he barely realizes why for a full minute of real time, before familiarity sets in.
Some shifting of outer armor plating makes it possible for him to extend three feelers above his helm, and inspect the freezer door. It's a simple enough matter to clamp onto the bolts in the hinges, and rip them away with a slight metallic squeal. Another simple matter to shove the freezer door completely off, and let it bang against the floor.
Less simple to extricate himself from the freezer...if only for how painfully familiar the entire process is.
Systems check
Arming electrical current on feeler attachment 2, 6, and 9 -- error detected in feeler 6
It took a moment, but Soundwave undocked that feeler anyway, and was slow in bringing it up to examine the severed cabling with a curiously numb sort of awe.
He remembered the cuffs, the desperate, mad battle that followed, Drone 01's weapon cutting into him...the pain of his servos, and wingtip being severed...
...He remembered dying.
He remembered it as clearly, and vividly as if it had happened only moments prior to his startup here, back in the human city's morgue. He remembered everything, and yet, after a cursory examination of his plating, found that he was in fact whole, and alive. How? How was this possible? Even for his kind, there was no returning from the final end. No returning from death - and this is most certainly not the Well of All Sparks, either.
Disoriented, and unable to put the same inherent trust in his scans as he has always done, Soundwave took another full five minutes simply...staring. At the countertops, the sterile, tiled floor. The fluorescent lights. At everything, and nothing as he attempted to make this phenomena fit into his processing.
...And presently, with more of that curiously numbed ( shocked ) sense about him, reached for his assigned human phone with an undamaged feeler. He picked it up. Turned the little device over...and contemplated what to do.
He couldn't just walk out of this place again. Alone, and unarmed, there was no telling what sorts of traps, or logic-- of nature defying surprises might wait. But he was in desperate need of fuel. And information. But, first things first.
Carefully keeping a strangle hold on his fragile calm, he opened an uplink to the little device through his feeler only, sorted through the stored numbers, and designations...and paused on one of them.
If she is part of this deception, I want no more to do with her...but I also do not have a choice.
Grimly, he keyed in a very, very heavily encrypted message;
ID; Slipstream
Request assistance, energon, information
Location; human repository for the dead
And now? He could only wait. Wait, and wonder at how this could possibly have happened.
When: January 17th
Where: Abax hospital morgue to start, then around the city
What: Soundwave returns from the dead, and that's only the first surprise of the day
Open or Closed? Closed
Rating/Warnings Mentions of robot death, TBE if needed
The metal of his makeshift spear hit with a deep, blunt sensation. His damaged chest plating...it squealed, shuddered, and gave. There is no sharp pain, nothing like what being impaled should feel like. Only a current-stealing numbness. The orange, and black flicker of his enemy's lights. The seeping numbness...systems shutdown...darkness.
Internal Chronograph Error, running systems check
Systems check complete, startup initiated
Soundwave's radial scans, and restart protocol pinged back instantly to inform him he was currently contained within a metal box. A box, in a grid, in what the partial schematic told him was a stacked construct of similar units, each with a marked temperature drop. As he came to full consciousness, the dizzying feeling of Deja Vu' is so sharp, he barely realizes why for a full minute of real time, before familiarity sets in.
Some shifting of outer armor plating makes it possible for him to extend three feelers above his helm, and inspect the freezer door. It's a simple enough matter to clamp onto the bolts in the hinges, and rip them away with a slight metallic squeal. Another simple matter to shove the freezer door completely off, and let it bang against the floor.
Less simple to extricate himself from the freezer...if only for how painfully familiar the entire process is.
Systems check
Arming electrical current on feeler attachment 2, 6, and 9 -- error detected in feeler 6
It took a moment, but Soundwave undocked that feeler anyway, and was slow in bringing it up to examine the severed cabling with a curiously numb sort of awe.
He remembered the cuffs, the desperate, mad battle that followed, Drone 01's weapon cutting into him...the pain of his servos, and wingtip being severed...
...He remembered dying.
He remembered it as clearly, and vividly as if it had happened only moments prior to his startup here, back in the human city's morgue. He remembered everything, and yet, after a cursory examination of his plating, found that he was in fact whole, and alive. How? How was this possible? Even for his kind, there was no returning from the final end. No returning from death - and this is most certainly not the Well of All Sparks, either.
Disoriented, and unable to put the same inherent trust in his scans as he has always done, Soundwave took another full five minutes simply...staring. At the countertops, the sterile, tiled floor. The fluorescent lights. At everything, and nothing as he attempted to make this phenomena fit into his processing.
...And presently, with more of that curiously numbed ( shocked ) sense about him, reached for his assigned human phone with an undamaged feeler. He picked it up. Turned the little device over...and contemplated what to do.
He couldn't just walk out of this place again. Alone, and unarmed, there was no telling what sorts of traps, or logic-- of nature defying surprises might wait. But he was in desperate need of fuel. And information. But, first things first.
Carefully keeping a strangle hold on his fragile calm, he opened an uplink to the little device through his feeler only, sorted through the stored numbers, and designations...and paused on one of them.
If she is part of this deception, I want no more to do with her...but I also do not have a choice.
Grimly, he keyed in a very, very heavily encrypted message;
ID; Slipstream
Request assistance, energon, information
Location; human repository for the dead
And now? He could only wait. Wait, and wonder at how this could possibly have happened.