TFP: SLumber (ch 3-4)
Title: Slumber
Summary: The decepticons are celebrating the fall of Iacon. Everyone is having fun and for Megatron today's fun would be to make Soundwave lose his outstanding self-control. The leader doesn't expect any of the revelations that follow.
Warnings: somewhat angsty, violent, one-sided longing and you'll never guess
Disclaimer: these babes are not mine, sadly.
Chapter 3: A revelation
Soundwave stared at his lord's retreating back. What had just happened? The spy was overcharged from both booze and fight (and perhaps not just from that) and his superior cryptic behavior demanded a clear and cool processor to decode. A moment back he was nearly sure that this situation was heading in berth direction on top speed... Illogical as it was.
He's seen it in Megatron's brief expression shift and it left him... well, overcharged. Withdrawing now was so confusing! Of course, battle routines aside, Megatron had been difficult to predict even without the high-grade clouding both their judgment. Being _the _ Decepticon and all, this situation could as well be heading towards the smelter, for all Soundwave knew.
The spy lingered on the ground for few moments to clear his processor from emotional fog and re-establish his control. Today's near-failure required him to reclaim his superiority and that he just did. Case closed. Soundwave superior. All excessive neuro input was irrelevant. Drop it. Cool down.
Megatron could nearly feel what was going through his TIC's mind. A small evil smile flashed across his face plates. Two points for the warlord.
However, despite the whole matter being a decoy to toy with Soundwave's self-control and show him once again who really was in control here, Megatron felt suspicion stir in him. He didn't expect the communication's specialist to perform this well. What was that with the autobots then? Even if Blitzwing did exaggerate a little - which was understandable, - Soundwave didn't deny. Megatron sensed he was on to something here. Was Soundwave sympathizing the autobots? The spy didn't give him a single reason to doubt his loyalty up until now - but then, maybe he was just that good. Megatron had already suffered consequences of being too easy on trusting. He was still dealing with one stubborn autobot consequence.
A steel hand closed on the cube. He sensed Soundwave stop behind his left shoulder which was his usual place. It would be most unfortunate indeed if he had to kill him.
Turning swiftly, the warlord rose the cube to his intake and gestured with his free hand to the second cube beside his ped. He also moved half a step back allowing the slender mech to reach for the high-grade, but only barely so. Soundwave's wing nearly scraped the steel armor and under Megatron's intent gaze the spy's fans clicked into charge again. He stilled them, snatched the cube and hastily stepped back.
'So', - Megatron said breaking the spell of awkward, 'obviously, you keep your mechanisms well oiled' - that might have sounded a little suggestive but the warlord didn't care.
Soundwave inclined his helm 'affirmative'.
Megatron sat down on a low rampart and after a short hesitation, his companion sat beside him. For few clicks they were just sitting, drinking their high-grade. Megatron wasn't sure how and if he should press the issue that bothered him. Soundwave was waiting patiently. Looked like smelter was still closer than the... alternative.
Finally Megatron ex-vented and half-turned to his companion, raising the cube in a toast. 'To our victory' - he said, saluting and Soundwave echoed that.
'Did you look through the footage of Alpha Trion's demise already?'
Soundwave nodded, instantly shifting into business mode. 'The mech was oddly calm. He might have planned something. Didn't look defeated... didn't ask for his life'
Megatron chuckled 'Of course he was plotting! It doesn't matter. It's even better if he was calm. Make him look paralyzed with fear, can you?'
'As you command, Megatron. Footage: will be ready by next shift' - Soundwave's visor retracted again so the mech could drink and then clicked back down.
The warlord cast him a sidelong glance: 'You constant clicking is irritating. There's no one here. Stop it.'
Soundwave retracted his visor without a word and drank again. His face remained open. In silence the sound of a security camera turning to have a better angle at them got them both looking up at the device.
'Do you not have control over your department? ' Megatron said heavily.
'My apologies. It's Rumble'. Soundwave looked distant for a short while, using internal comm to scold his cassette. The cam turned away. Then it even switched off.
Megatron regarded his cube, then the one in Soundwave's servo. His was half-empty, while the spy's had barely started his.
'So tell me, Soundwave, how is it that you can stand up to me and yet get a beating from some autobot rookies?' - Megatron made sure to phrase in conversationally, but his keen eye still picked up a moment of tension in the other's composure. Soundwave lowered his helm, hesitating on how best to answer this as everything in his experience told him that despite Megatron's laid back manners he's just entered a treacherous ground. But before the spy manage to phrase his answer, the warlord added: 'Are you a sympathizer?'
The helm snapped back up and the spy's crimson optics stared at his lord in an astonished disbelief. 'No! Iaconian Elite's battle protocols: unfamiliar, hard to counter'
Megatron narrowed his optics: 'Whereas mine are familiar, is that what you're saying? That may explain today, but doesn't explain back then. What is it you're not telling me?'
Soundwave faceplates shifted into a haunted expression. He looked a little like a turbofox that was chasing a glitchmouse only to find out the glithmouse was a scraplet scout. Megatron doubted his words, yet he was trying talk it out instead of forcing the answers out of his TIC and that must be because he trusted him, even if his current question implied he doubted his words.
Soundwave had always acted in Megatron and the Cause best interest. Megatron watched intently a swift and subtle shifting of expressions. The spy was so used to covering his face plates that he didn't have much control over his expressions. He was an open book to read.
'Megatron battle protocols: familiar now, familiar before.' the navy mech finally said and drank eagerly from his cube as if he wanted to wash these words away.
'How?' - the warlord ex-vented, his processor straining to redefine everything he knew about his presumably loyal spy over the long period that they'd spent side by side.
Soundwave shook his helm lightly 'This information: of no significance to the cause and potentially harmful'.
'As my Chief Communications Officer and my Third in Command, it is your duty to gather and relay information when I require it, not judge its significance.'
'As your loyal... ' Soundwave was searching for a term. He didn't dare to use 'friend', he lacked other terms, finally he settled for 'as a loyal Decepticon I must warn you about potential danger'.
Megatron didn't attempt to hide his impatience: 'You did, now out with it before I decide a neuro-cortical patch is in order'.
Soundwave took a big gulp from his cube, trying to find courage in overcharging fuel and murmured. 'Soundwave and Megatron: acquainted long before Arena.' He met the warlord' confused stare with clear and honest optics: 'I knew you before'
Megatron raised a brow. He was sure there, in the Pit, they'd met for the first time. 'Before what?'
'Your total personality wipe'.
Chapter 4: The benefit of a doubt
'Come again?!' - Megatron spoke slowly and in deceptively soft voice but it would be better if he yelled. Soundwave tensed and made himself not to retaliate when the next moment Megatron's big hand closed on his neck cabling, squeezing with enough force to clog energon circulation. The warlord surged forward, and crushed Soundwave's back against the rampart they were so peacefully sitting upon a breem back. Soundwave made no attempt to free himself.
'What makes you think for a moment that you can feed me such a feeble lie?!' - the steely gladiator hissed dangerously, looming over his subject.
Soundwave's optics dimmed a little and he answered via comm and even that appeared strained as his processor registered malfunction in energon supply /Soundwave: loyal. This: truth/
'Prove it!' - the warlord growled.
Slowly, as un-threatening as he could in face of the steel grip that was crushing his fueling system, Soundwave brought up a servo and tapped his digit lightly against the back of Megatron's hand. Megatron eyed him intently before his palm relaxed and let go. He sat back. The spy sat up.
'Soundwave's story as told at first meeting: incredible, no proof given. Proving: never required. Your faith in me: why?'
'Your story was too useful, it didn't matter if it was a lie' - Megatron said reluctantly. It wasn't exactly true. He did believe Soundwave.
'False. Your belief: essential for the uprising. Your faith: driving them... drives us still. Your trust in me: from the spark. Your spark recognized me when you didn't. How many times have you trusted without any reason to?'
Megatron scowled at him but he felt more relaxed. Whatever this was, it didn't look like treason. He would hear this nonsense out and then decide. If Soundwave wanted to betray him, was plotting against him, he would have come up with a far more credible story. The warlord looked for his cube and found it surprisingly whole on the floor. He reached for it and took a sip.
'What's your point?'
Soundwave was less lucky - his booze was now a brightly colored pool on the tiles. The spy sighed softly before saying 'A space jet in the mines? illogical. Underground flyer: functional, useful? Reasons for elaborate battle protocols in a miner: non-existent. Joints: flexible and durable beyond requirements. Threat assessment: extensive. Quantum processors: sufficient for commanding armies. This for mines? Overkill. Megatron: old'
Megatron snorted 'that is hardly news!'
'False. Megatron: older than you believe. This war: not your first'
Megatron was refraining from any reaction, and that cued Soundwave in to continue talking. The warlord's face plates shifted into an expression of neutral attention and doubt and that looked uncharacteristic on a warlord known to never hesitate.
'Mines: not your function. Spark: never adjusted, sought to reclaim it's fate. Megatron's choice of designation: not by chance.'
'I chose it. I chose the name of a past hero Prime because I sensed my destiny was as great' - To his dismay, Megatron found that he was trying to defend against Soundwave's incredible theory, and that meant that he was starting to take it seriously.
'Designation 'Megatron': not in the Covenant of the Primes. Your choice: your own name. Hero of the past: significance of the past, true. Before-the-wipe-Megatron: earned to be called that'. Megatron grunted and took a sip.
'What is your version of my function then?'
'Soundwave's: not a version. Soundwave: first acquainted with Megatron in the space program. Megatron's function: mission security, navigation, survival. Megatron then: already a war veteran. Rumored to survive the quintesson capture. Commissioned to space program. Space program shut down, space mecha disappeared. Presumed deactivated at the time. Assessment: deemed wrong upon meeting Megatron at the Arena. Meeting: unexpected. Signs of recognition: absent. Personality: changed. ' Soundwave hesitated a split click before admitting: 'Signs of personality wipe: discovered by telepathy'.
Megatron's optics narrowed. He suspected being scanned, he resented being scanned, he had made his feelings very clear about that.
'It was once only' - Soundwave added hastily, reading his expression correctly, -'at the very beginning. Ensuring: essential at the time'
Megatron decided to leave it for now. 'Suppose it is true... Has it never occurred to you to tell me this? If there is something that can be used against me, I had to know.'
'This information: of no significance to the Cause. Distress: it's only gain. Life lost: impossible to recover' - with the last phrase the spy's optics flashed brighter, face plates twisted slightly. Megatron realised, it wasn't just his life he was talking about.
Soundwave's gaze shifted to his ruined energon on the floor, then back to the warlord. The spy was trembling ever so lightly and that, Megatron knew by experience, meant that he was on a verge of loosing control over his emotions. Megatron wanted this to happen tonight for his sheer entertainment, but now it wouldn't be his accomplishment and given the source of emotional charge, it would hardly be pretty.
Regardless, if what Soundwave was telling him was true or not, the spy sure took it very seriously. It had been true to him. He needed to get him drunk now for therapeutic reasons - dumb his emotional net, purge the overflown stacks, switch his mind to something else.
Acting out the first idea that flashed through his mind, the warlord finished his cube in one gulp and quickly leaned into Soundwave's personal space to crush their mouths together. The spy was caught off-guard as he started to say something right this very moment and Megatron poured his last gulp of high-grade into his open mouth. Steel hands closed on navy wing and the back of the navy helm, securing the mech in place as the ex-gladiator force fed him the high-grade mixed with his own processing fluids.
After the first shock passed, Soundwave whimpered and returned the kiss eagerly, optics offline and the whole chassis starting to noticeably shake now. The high-grade was consumed quickly, it's charge adding to wild emotions that had already scrambled the telepath's emotional processor. Soundwave spasmed, arching back, optics flashing and offlining again, as the mech overloaded.
Megatron held him through this, petting the chest armor soothingly.
It took the spy a few moments to recover and online all of his periphery. As he assessed his position and the hands that were still petting him absentmindedly, he straightened in a flash of shocked realisation of what he just did.
'Apologies, my lord. Soundwave's actions: inappropriate' - in control once more, he meant to move back, put a safe distance between them, but Megatron didn't relinquish his grip, holding his back with his left hand while drawing lazy circles on the navy plating and along Laserbeak's docking ports with his right.
As the sensory net restored, Soundwave leaned into this caress, savoring the affection he so desperately yearned and so rarely received. He could write it off on high-grade later.
'Make them bring more of the stuff', - Megatron ordered and it was clear without clarifying what he meant by 'stuff', - 'I want to hear all of it'
'Why?' - Soundwave asked, even as he was already passing the order via comm to his cassettes - it was better if no one other would see them here, - 'This information..'
'... is of no significance to the Cause. I know' - Megatron finished for him.
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Summary: The decepticons are celebrating the fall of Iacon. Everyone is having fun and for Megatron today's fun would be to make Soundwave lose his outstanding self-control. The leader doesn't expect any of the revelations that follow.
Warnings: somewhat angsty, violent, one-sided longing and you'll never guess
Disclaimer: these babes are not mine, sadly.
Chapter 3: A revelation
Soundwave stared at his lord's retreating back. What had just happened? The spy was overcharged from both booze and fight (and perhaps not just from that) and his superior cryptic behavior demanded a clear and cool processor to decode. A moment back he was nearly sure that this situation was heading in berth direction on top speed... Illogical as it was.
He's seen it in Megatron's brief expression shift and it left him... well, overcharged. Withdrawing now was so confusing! Of course, battle routines aside, Megatron had been difficult to predict even without the high-grade clouding both their judgment. Being _the _ Decepticon and all, this situation could as well be heading towards the smelter, for all Soundwave knew.
The spy lingered on the ground for few moments to clear his processor from emotional fog and re-establish his control. Today's near-failure required him to reclaim his superiority and that he just did. Case closed. Soundwave superior. All excessive neuro input was irrelevant. Drop it. Cool down.
Megatron could nearly feel what was going through his TIC's mind. A small evil smile flashed across his face plates. Two points for the warlord.
However, despite the whole matter being a decoy to toy with Soundwave's self-control and show him once again who really was in control here, Megatron felt suspicion stir in him. He didn't expect the communication's specialist to perform this well. What was that with the autobots then? Even if Blitzwing did exaggerate a little - which was understandable, - Soundwave didn't deny. Megatron sensed he was on to something here. Was Soundwave sympathizing the autobots? The spy didn't give him a single reason to doubt his loyalty up until now - but then, maybe he was just that good. Megatron had already suffered consequences of being too easy on trusting. He was still dealing with one stubborn autobot consequence.
A steel hand closed on the cube. He sensed Soundwave stop behind his left shoulder which was his usual place. It would be most unfortunate indeed if he had to kill him.
Turning swiftly, the warlord rose the cube to his intake and gestured with his free hand to the second cube beside his ped. He also moved half a step back allowing the slender mech to reach for the high-grade, but only barely so. Soundwave's wing nearly scraped the steel armor and under Megatron's intent gaze the spy's fans clicked into charge again. He stilled them, snatched the cube and hastily stepped back.
'So', - Megatron said breaking the spell of awkward, 'obviously, you keep your mechanisms well oiled' - that might have sounded a little suggestive but the warlord didn't care.
Soundwave inclined his helm 'affirmative'.
Megatron sat down on a low rampart and after a short hesitation, his companion sat beside him. For few clicks they were just sitting, drinking their high-grade. Megatron wasn't sure how and if he should press the issue that bothered him. Soundwave was waiting patiently. Looked like smelter was still closer than the... alternative.
Finally Megatron ex-vented and half-turned to his companion, raising the cube in a toast. 'To our victory' - he said, saluting and Soundwave echoed that.
'Did you look through the footage of Alpha Trion's demise already?'
Soundwave nodded, instantly shifting into business mode. 'The mech was oddly calm. He might have planned something. Didn't look defeated... didn't ask for his life'
Megatron chuckled 'Of course he was plotting! It doesn't matter. It's even better if he was calm. Make him look paralyzed with fear, can you?'
'As you command, Megatron. Footage: will be ready by next shift' - Soundwave's visor retracted again so the mech could drink and then clicked back down.
The warlord cast him a sidelong glance: 'You constant clicking is irritating. There's no one here. Stop it.'
Soundwave retracted his visor without a word and drank again. His face remained open. In silence the sound of a security camera turning to have a better angle at them got them both looking up at the device.
'Do you not have control over your department? ' Megatron said heavily.
'My apologies. It's Rumble'. Soundwave looked distant for a short while, using internal comm to scold his cassette. The cam turned away. Then it even switched off.
Megatron regarded his cube, then the one in Soundwave's servo. His was half-empty, while the spy's had barely started his.
'So tell me, Soundwave, how is it that you can stand up to me and yet get a beating from some autobot rookies?' - Megatron made sure to phrase in conversationally, but his keen eye still picked up a moment of tension in the other's composure. Soundwave lowered his helm, hesitating on how best to answer this as everything in his experience told him that despite Megatron's laid back manners he's just entered a treacherous ground. But before the spy manage to phrase his answer, the warlord added: 'Are you a sympathizer?'
The helm snapped back up and the spy's crimson optics stared at his lord in an astonished disbelief. 'No! Iaconian Elite's battle protocols: unfamiliar, hard to counter'
Megatron narrowed his optics: 'Whereas mine are familiar, is that what you're saying? That may explain today, but doesn't explain back then. What is it you're not telling me?'
Soundwave faceplates shifted into a haunted expression. He looked a little like a turbofox that was chasing a glitchmouse only to find out the glithmouse was a scraplet scout. Megatron doubted his words, yet he was trying talk it out instead of forcing the answers out of his TIC and that must be because he trusted him, even if his current question implied he doubted his words.
Soundwave had always acted in Megatron and the Cause best interest. Megatron watched intently a swift and subtle shifting of expressions. The spy was so used to covering his face plates that he didn't have much control over his expressions. He was an open book to read.
'Megatron battle protocols: familiar now, familiar before.' the navy mech finally said and drank eagerly from his cube as if he wanted to wash these words away.
'How?' - the warlord ex-vented, his processor straining to redefine everything he knew about his presumably loyal spy over the long period that they'd spent side by side.
Soundwave shook his helm lightly 'This information: of no significance to the cause and potentially harmful'.
'As my Chief Communications Officer and my Third in Command, it is your duty to gather and relay information when I require it, not judge its significance.'
'As your loyal... ' Soundwave was searching for a term. He didn't dare to use 'friend', he lacked other terms, finally he settled for 'as a loyal Decepticon I must warn you about potential danger'.
Megatron didn't attempt to hide his impatience: 'You did, now out with it before I decide a neuro-cortical patch is in order'.
Soundwave took a big gulp from his cube, trying to find courage in overcharging fuel and murmured. 'Soundwave and Megatron: acquainted long before Arena.' He met the warlord' confused stare with clear and honest optics: 'I knew you before'
Megatron raised a brow. He was sure there, in the Pit, they'd met for the first time. 'Before what?'
'Your total personality wipe'.
Chapter 4: The benefit of a doubt
'Come again?!' - Megatron spoke slowly and in deceptively soft voice but it would be better if he yelled. Soundwave tensed and made himself not to retaliate when the next moment Megatron's big hand closed on his neck cabling, squeezing with enough force to clog energon circulation. The warlord surged forward, and crushed Soundwave's back against the rampart they were so peacefully sitting upon a breem back. Soundwave made no attempt to free himself.
'What makes you think for a moment that you can feed me such a feeble lie?!' - the steely gladiator hissed dangerously, looming over his subject.
Soundwave's optics dimmed a little and he answered via comm and even that appeared strained as his processor registered malfunction in energon supply /Soundwave: loyal. This: truth/
'Prove it!' - the warlord growled.
Slowly, as un-threatening as he could in face of the steel grip that was crushing his fueling system, Soundwave brought up a servo and tapped his digit lightly against the back of Megatron's hand. Megatron eyed him intently before his palm relaxed and let go. He sat back. The spy sat up.
'Soundwave's story as told at first meeting: incredible, no proof given. Proving: never required. Your faith in me: why?'
'Your story was too useful, it didn't matter if it was a lie' - Megatron said reluctantly. It wasn't exactly true. He did believe Soundwave.
'False. Your belief: essential for the uprising. Your faith: driving them... drives us still. Your trust in me: from the spark. Your spark recognized me when you didn't. How many times have you trusted without any reason to?'
Megatron scowled at him but he felt more relaxed. Whatever this was, it didn't look like treason. He would hear this nonsense out and then decide. If Soundwave wanted to betray him, was plotting against him, he would have come up with a far more credible story. The warlord looked for his cube and found it surprisingly whole on the floor. He reached for it and took a sip.
'What's your point?'
Soundwave was less lucky - his booze was now a brightly colored pool on the tiles. The spy sighed softly before saying 'A space jet in the mines? illogical. Underground flyer: functional, useful? Reasons for elaborate battle protocols in a miner: non-existent. Joints: flexible and durable beyond requirements. Threat assessment: extensive. Quantum processors: sufficient for commanding armies. This for mines? Overkill. Megatron: old'
Megatron snorted 'that is hardly news!'
'False. Megatron: older than you believe. This war: not your first'
Megatron was refraining from any reaction, and that cued Soundwave in to continue talking. The warlord's face plates shifted into an expression of neutral attention and doubt and that looked uncharacteristic on a warlord known to never hesitate.
'Mines: not your function. Spark: never adjusted, sought to reclaim it's fate. Megatron's choice of designation: not by chance.'
'I chose it. I chose the name of a past hero Prime because I sensed my destiny was as great' - To his dismay, Megatron found that he was trying to defend against Soundwave's incredible theory, and that meant that he was starting to take it seriously.
'Designation 'Megatron': not in the Covenant of the Primes. Your choice: your own name. Hero of the past: significance of the past, true. Before-the-wipe-Megatron: earned to be called that'. Megatron grunted and took a sip.
'What is your version of my function then?'
'Soundwave's: not a version. Soundwave: first acquainted with Megatron in the space program. Megatron's function: mission security, navigation, survival. Megatron then: already a war veteran. Rumored to survive the quintesson capture. Commissioned to space program. Space program shut down, space mecha disappeared. Presumed deactivated at the time. Assessment: deemed wrong upon meeting Megatron at the Arena. Meeting: unexpected. Signs of recognition: absent. Personality: changed. ' Soundwave hesitated a split click before admitting: 'Signs of personality wipe: discovered by telepathy'.
Megatron's optics narrowed. He suspected being scanned, he resented being scanned, he had made his feelings very clear about that.
'It was once only' - Soundwave added hastily, reading his expression correctly, -'at the very beginning. Ensuring: essential at the time'
Megatron decided to leave it for now. 'Suppose it is true... Has it never occurred to you to tell me this? If there is something that can be used against me, I had to know.'
'This information: of no significance to the Cause. Distress: it's only gain. Life lost: impossible to recover' - with the last phrase the spy's optics flashed brighter, face plates twisted slightly. Megatron realised, it wasn't just his life he was talking about.
Soundwave's gaze shifted to his ruined energon on the floor, then back to the warlord. The spy was trembling ever so lightly and that, Megatron knew by experience, meant that he was on a verge of loosing control over his emotions. Megatron wanted this to happen tonight for his sheer entertainment, but now it wouldn't be his accomplishment and given the source of emotional charge, it would hardly be pretty.
Regardless, if what Soundwave was telling him was true or not, the spy sure took it very seriously. It had been true to him. He needed to get him drunk now for therapeutic reasons - dumb his emotional net, purge the overflown stacks, switch his mind to something else.
Acting out the first idea that flashed through his mind, the warlord finished his cube in one gulp and quickly leaned into Soundwave's personal space to crush their mouths together. The spy was caught off-guard as he started to say something right this very moment and Megatron poured his last gulp of high-grade into his open mouth. Steel hands closed on navy wing and the back of the navy helm, securing the mech in place as the ex-gladiator force fed him the high-grade mixed with his own processing fluids.
After the first shock passed, Soundwave whimpered and returned the kiss eagerly, optics offline and the whole chassis starting to noticeably shake now. The high-grade was consumed quickly, it's charge adding to wild emotions that had already scrambled the telepath's emotional processor. Soundwave spasmed, arching back, optics flashing and offlining again, as the mech overloaded.
Megatron held him through this, petting the chest armor soothingly.
It took the spy a few moments to recover and online all of his periphery. As he assessed his position and the hands that were still petting him absentmindedly, he straightened in a flash of shocked realisation of what he just did.
'Apologies, my lord. Soundwave's actions: inappropriate' - in control once more, he meant to move back, put a safe distance between them, but Megatron didn't relinquish his grip, holding his back with his left hand while drawing lazy circles on the navy plating and along Laserbeak's docking ports with his right.
As the sensory net restored, Soundwave leaned into this caress, savoring the affection he so desperately yearned and so rarely received. He could write it off on high-grade later.
'Make them bring more of the stuff', - Megatron ordered and it was clear without clarifying what he meant by 'stuff', - 'I want to hear all of it'
'Why?' - Soundwave asked, even as he was already passing the order via comm to his cassettes - it was better if no one other would see them here, - 'This information..'
'... is of no significance to the Cause. I know' - Megatron finished for him.
Read from the beginning
TBC