Obvious Fact
A tf_rare_pairing weekly prompt.
This kinda changed from how the bunny first wanted it, but the bunny decided it wanted something more, and it led to... this, whatever this is.
I'm not so sure about how well I did Soundwave, so let me know how I did with him.
Title: Obvious Fact
Pairing: one-sided Soundwave/Prowl
Prompt: Soundwave/Prowl - Information Withheld, any verse (I chose G1)
Summary: After a battle, two mechs get together to exchange information.
"There's nothing as deceptive as an obvious fact."
- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle===
Soundwave waited, the epitome of patient, in the middle of the barren land that had once held a glorious city. A glorious city that was crushed so easily, so simply, in one fell sweep, a sweep that was practically sparkling's play for the mech that had planned it.
The Autobots had tried to help, but arrived too late to do much else beside gather up the one survivor and flee. There were still lifeless frames, or pieces of them, that littered the ground, a testament to the absolute destruction the Decepticons could cause, if only planned and directed correctly.
And it was all planned by a single mech. The one that Soundwave was waiting for. Prowl, the Autobots’ own second in command.
Prowl moved along steadily, in alt. mode, maneuvering gracefully around the debris and over the shattered remains of dead mechs and femmes. He was on time, exactly, because that was the type of perfectionist he was.
Prowl came to a stop in front of Soundwave and transformed into his bipedal mode soundlessly, gracefully, and in the most efficient way possible. Light blue optics flared bright, and then changed to their natural dark ruby red color that blazed beneath the matching chevron, gazing frigidly at Soundwave.
Soundwave found himself relaxing slightly at the sight of those familiar optics, it was always unnerving to see them that blue color, but that was what the mech had to do to hide his true origins, to put the other Autobots more at ease with him. No matter how revolting Prowl found the color blue to be.
"Report," Prowl demanded, his voice quiet and straight to the point, drawing Soundwave's attention to it. Soundwave had always liked the sound of those smooth, emotionless vocals.
"Attack succeeded as planned," Soundwave answered, grateful that his visor hid where he was looking: Roaming over the frame of the other mech, taking note of all the other changes Prowl had had to go through in order to hide his true nature, something that Soundwave hadn't been able to really do on the battlefield. "Starscream believes that with this attack, everything will be blamed on Megatron, that the Decepticons will begin to distrust Megatron's judgement, and that the Autobots will soon lose hope, which will set the stage for the next plan of action. Only failure: the single survivor of the attack. Conclusion: Survivor unimportant in the long run; Autobots and Decepticons will both soon be wiped out. Suggestion: Speak to Thundercracker about failure to complete orders."
Prowl tilted his helm slightly to the side, contemplating something. Most likely calculating the odds and probabilities of the situation that Soundwave had outlined. Such calculations led to such destructive and ruthless plans of action, similar to the plan of the demolition of the city that had once stood where they were currently. It was something Soundwave had missed seeing, and made his spark pulse with an odd mix of excitement and fear.
"The Autobots are losing hope, their sole survivor is not exactly what they had hoped," Prowl began, nonchalant, starting to study their surroundings. "He is a scrambled, blubbering mess, exactly the sort of hopeless case that makes them that much more scared, and that much more vulnerable and breakable. So the survivor is somewhat important," Prowl continued, and frowned when he saw that there was a decapitated helm lying near his pedes. He raised his right pede, and slammed it into the helm, shattering it, and began to ground the pieces further into the ground. When he was finished, he looked back at Soundwave.
"The youngling's survival had a greater impact than previously thought, as such, the emotional scarring has had a much more profound effect. Starscream made a good call on deciding to let one mech live through the attack, and Thundercracker couldn't have chosen a better victim to let live with survivor's guilt than the youngling Bluestreak," Prowl continued, considering. "It's almost surprising that none of the Autobots have calculated the actual probability of one youngling suriviving when nothing else did, it should have been obvious that he was allowed to continue functioning. But that might be a bit too hard for the Autobots to comprehend."
Soundwave snapped his helm back up to look at the mech in confused indignation. He had known that that was going to happen, and Prowl hadn't bothered to let him know?!
"Information withheld," Soundwave intoned, and the mech glanced back at him with unconcerned optics.
"It was deemed too unimportant for you to know, you would have tried to do something a little different, but the Seeker brand of cruelty was what was called for in this particular case," Prowl answered, he glanced at the bottom of his pede and frowned in disgust when he noticed the energon on it.
"Why was I not informed?" Soundwave demanded, glaring at the mech.
Prowl's servo shot out and grabbed Soundwave's throat cables viciously, tapered claws diging into the wires and circuits.
It wasn't as painful as it had once been, before the claws had been tapered, they were much better when they were sharp and menacing, it was another disgusting change that Prowl had gone through to deceive the Autobots.
"You were not informed, because it was something that did not involve you," Prowl growled, yanking Soundwave up close to stare through the red visor and into Soundwave's startled optics.
'If it involves you then I should be informed!' Soundwave thought somewhat aggravated.
"You had your own job to do, and that was manipulating Megatron, and you nearly failed that," Prowl continued, his tone dispassionate, not caring about what Soundwave was thinking. "If you had even tried to concentrate on which one mech would live to cause more pain to the Autobots to destabilize them, then you would have failed. You will concentrate on the part of the effort that concerns you, and let the rest of us handle our own jobs and duties, understood, Soundwave?"
Soundwave forced his frame to remain still, Prowl wouldn't kill him, Soundwave was too valuable to kill, but if he made any move, he'd end up severely injured, which would be hard to explain and cover up. But, it was good to see Prowl like this, because he was so much better like this, cold, emotionless, dangerous, and formidable to the upmost degree. Not coddled or softened by the foolish Autobot ideals that had him moderate his true personality to fit what was right.
"Understood," Soundwave relented, and Prowl nodded, releasing Soundwave's throat, but stayed close to Soundwave, for which Soundwave was grateful, but moved no closer. "Query: What advantages did Starscream see?"
"Starscream brought up the interesting point after the initial plan," Prowl explained, scraping the underside of his pede against the ground to get off the dead mech's energon off it. "Seeing such a broken youngling will only help their hopelessness increase, and it helps give me a bit more leeway, as the youngling has tried to attach himself to my hipplating. As most of the Autobots see me as a 'sparkless pain in the aft' it helps them trust me more."
Soundwave stared in surprise; the youngling had been that helpful so far? That was doubtful, but Prowl needed to be kept alive, above all else, and if this pathetic youngling that dared to get so close helped, then so be it. But the fact remained that Starscream had known about Prowl's plan while Soundwave had not.
It was absolutely intolerable.
"Request: Tell me when plans change."
"If it will make you feel better, I will let you know when plans change, you are better than Starscream after all," Prowl allowed, looking at Soundwave with somewhat curious optics. "I must be getting back now. I can't be gone too long or the imbeciles will become suspicious."
"Soundwave: Superior," Soundwave emphasized defensively, needing for Prowl to agree, and Prowl smirked derisively.
"Superior indeed," the mech mused, transforming back into alt. mode. "The information will not be withheld from you anymore. Tell the symbiotes to be more careful on their next reconnaissance mission, Jazz is getting suspicious, and there's only so much Red Alert can do. You and Starscream are to await further orders."
"Understood."
Prowl drove off as graceful as he had come, moving flawlessly over the terrain of debris and off-lined frames. It was always a sight to see.
When Prowl was out of sight, Soundwave began to head back to his own post at a Decepticon base. His processor repeated what Prowl said over and over, locking it away in his memory files for later enjoyment.
Soundwave had orders to carry out now, to find some new way for his symbiotes to find a new way to get into the Autobot base, it would be too obvious if Red Alert or Prowl made an easy way in. But it was somewhat hard to concentrate on when Soundwave's processor continued to go back over what Prowl had said.
Prowl's voice and processor had rang with truth, as if it were an obvious fact, when he spoke with Soundwave. It wasn't much, but it was enough.
'Superior indeed,'
It was always nice to be appreciated.
===
I have the feeling that someone's going to kill me because Prowl's the one who decided to destroy Praxus...And I think that I went overboard with Prowl and that random mech's head... But he demanded that he be all evil and stuff.
This kinda changed from how the bunny first wanted it, but the bunny decided it wanted something more, and it led to... this, whatever this is.
I'm not so sure about how well I did Soundwave, so let me know how I did with him.
Title: Obvious Fact
Pairing: one-sided Soundwave/Prowl
Prompt: Soundwave/Prowl - Information Withheld, any verse (I chose G1)
Summary: After a battle, two mechs get together to exchange information.
"There's nothing as deceptive as an obvious fact."
- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle===
Soundwave waited, the epitome of patient, in the middle of the barren land that had once held a glorious city. A glorious city that was crushed so easily, so simply, in one fell sweep, a sweep that was practically sparkling's play for the mech that had planned it.
The Autobots had tried to help, but arrived too late to do much else beside gather up the one survivor and flee. There were still lifeless frames, or pieces of them, that littered the ground, a testament to the absolute destruction the Decepticons could cause, if only planned and directed correctly.
And it was all planned by a single mech. The one that Soundwave was waiting for. Prowl, the Autobots’ own second in command.
Prowl moved along steadily, in alt. mode, maneuvering gracefully around the debris and over the shattered remains of dead mechs and femmes. He was on time, exactly, because that was the type of perfectionist he was.
Prowl came to a stop in front of Soundwave and transformed into his bipedal mode soundlessly, gracefully, and in the most efficient way possible. Light blue optics flared bright, and then changed to their natural dark ruby red color that blazed beneath the matching chevron, gazing frigidly at Soundwave.
Soundwave found himself relaxing slightly at the sight of those familiar optics, it was always unnerving to see them that blue color, but that was what the mech had to do to hide his true origins, to put the other Autobots more at ease with him. No matter how revolting Prowl found the color blue to be.
"Report," Prowl demanded, his voice quiet and straight to the point, drawing Soundwave's attention to it. Soundwave had always liked the sound of those smooth, emotionless vocals.
"Attack succeeded as planned," Soundwave answered, grateful that his visor hid where he was looking: Roaming over the frame of the other mech, taking note of all the other changes Prowl had had to go through in order to hide his true nature, something that Soundwave hadn't been able to really do on the battlefield. "Starscream believes that with this attack, everything will be blamed on Megatron, that the Decepticons will begin to distrust Megatron's judgement, and that the Autobots will soon lose hope, which will set the stage for the next plan of action. Only failure: the single survivor of the attack. Conclusion: Survivor unimportant in the long run; Autobots and Decepticons will both soon be wiped out. Suggestion: Speak to Thundercracker about failure to complete orders."
Prowl tilted his helm slightly to the side, contemplating something. Most likely calculating the odds and probabilities of the situation that Soundwave had outlined. Such calculations led to such destructive and ruthless plans of action, similar to the plan of the demolition of the city that had once stood where they were currently. It was something Soundwave had missed seeing, and made his spark pulse with an odd mix of excitement and fear.
"The Autobots are losing hope, their sole survivor is not exactly what they had hoped," Prowl began, nonchalant, starting to study their surroundings. "He is a scrambled, blubbering mess, exactly the sort of hopeless case that makes them that much more scared, and that much more vulnerable and breakable. So the survivor is somewhat important," Prowl continued, and frowned when he saw that there was a decapitated helm lying near his pedes. He raised his right pede, and slammed it into the helm, shattering it, and began to ground the pieces further into the ground. When he was finished, he looked back at Soundwave.
"The youngling's survival had a greater impact than previously thought, as such, the emotional scarring has had a much more profound effect. Starscream made a good call on deciding to let one mech live through the attack, and Thundercracker couldn't have chosen a better victim to let live with survivor's guilt than the youngling Bluestreak," Prowl continued, considering. "It's almost surprising that none of the Autobots have calculated the actual probability of one youngling suriviving when nothing else did, it should have been obvious that he was allowed to continue functioning. But that might be a bit too hard for the Autobots to comprehend."
Soundwave snapped his helm back up to look at the mech in confused indignation. He had known that that was going to happen, and Prowl hadn't bothered to let him know?!
"Information withheld," Soundwave intoned, and the mech glanced back at him with unconcerned optics.
"It was deemed too unimportant for you to know, you would have tried to do something a little different, but the Seeker brand of cruelty was what was called for in this particular case," Prowl answered, he glanced at the bottom of his pede and frowned in disgust when he noticed the energon on it.
"Why was I not informed?" Soundwave demanded, glaring at the mech.
Prowl's servo shot out and grabbed Soundwave's throat cables viciously, tapered claws diging into the wires and circuits.
It wasn't as painful as it had once been, before the claws had been tapered, they were much better when they were sharp and menacing, it was another disgusting change that Prowl had gone through to deceive the Autobots.
"You were not informed, because it was something that did not involve you," Prowl growled, yanking Soundwave up close to stare through the red visor and into Soundwave's startled optics.
'If it involves you then I should be informed!' Soundwave thought somewhat aggravated.
"You had your own job to do, and that was manipulating Megatron, and you nearly failed that," Prowl continued, his tone dispassionate, not caring about what Soundwave was thinking. "If you had even tried to concentrate on which one mech would live to cause more pain to the Autobots to destabilize them, then you would have failed. You will concentrate on the part of the effort that concerns you, and let the rest of us handle our own jobs and duties, understood, Soundwave?"
Soundwave forced his frame to remain still, Prowl wouldn't kill him, Soundwave was too valuable to kill, but if he made any move, he'd end up severely injured, which would be hard to explain and cover up. But, it was good to see Prowl like this, because he was so much better like this, cold, emotionless, dangerous, and formidable to the upmost degree. Not coddled or softened by the foolish Autobot ideals that had him moderate his true personality to fit what was right.
"Understood," Soundwave relented, and Prowl nodded, releasing Soundwave's throat, but stayed close to Soundwave, for which Soundwave was grateful, but moved no closer. "Query: What advantages did Starscream see?"
"Starscream brought up the interesting point after the initial plan," Prowl explained, scraping the underside of his pede against the ground to get off the dead mech's energon off it. "Seeing such a broken youngling will only help their hopelessness increase, and it helps give me a bit more leeway, as the youngling has tried to attach himself to my hipplating. As most of the Autobots see me as a 'sparkless pain in the aft' it helps them trust me more."
Soundwave stared in surprise; the youngling had been that helpful so far? That was doubtful, but Prowl needed to be kept alive, above all else, and if this pathetic youngling that dared to get so close helped, then so be it. But the fact remained that Starscream had known about Prowl's plan while Soundwave had not.
It was absolutely intolerable.
"Request: Tell me when plans change."
"If it will make you feel better, I will let you know when plans change, you are better than Starscream after all," Prowl allowed, looking at Soundwave with somewhat curious optics. "I must be getting back now. I can't be gone too long or the imbeciles will become suspicious."
"Soundwave: Superior," Soundwave emphasized defensively, needing for Prowl to agree, and Prowl smirked derisively.
"Superior indeed," the mech mused, transforming back into alt. mode. "The information will not be withheld from you anymore. Tell the symbiotes to be more careful on their next reconnaissance mission, Jazz is getting suspicious, and there's only so much Red Alert can do. You and Starscream are to await further orders."
"Understood."
Prowl drove off as graceful as he had come, moving flawlessly over the terrain of debris and off-lined frames. It was always a sight to see.
When Prowl was out of sight, Soundwave began to head back to his own post at a Decepticon base. His processor repeated what Prowl said over and over, locking it away in his memory files for later enjoyment.
Soundwave had orders to carry out now, to find some new way for his symbiotes to find a new way to get into the Autobot base, it would be too obvious if Red Alert or Prowl made an easy way in. But it was somewhat hard to concentrate on when Soundwave's processor continued to go back over what Prowl had said.
Prowl's voice and processor had rang with truth, as if it were an obvious fact, when he spoke with Soundwave. It wasn't much, but it was enough.
'Superior indeed,'
It was always nice to be appreciated.
===
I have the feeling that someone's going to kill me because Prowl's the one who decided to destroy Praxus...And I think that I went overboard with Prowl and that random mech's head... But he demanded that he be all evil and stuff.