but i thought the predacons were banished

[notsoloyal]

WHO: notsoloyal & unnamed_nothing
WHERE: Shockwave's rarely ever used mini lab.
WHEN: Sometime on the 22nd?
WARNINGS: I don't think so?
SUMMARY: Trowa has been turned into a robot - a transforming one at that - and has offered himself to be a test subject. It has got to be a bad idea to willingly offer yourself for tests to a crazy former purple robot.
FORMAT: It's

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[notsoloyal]

Logic and tests were the center of the scientist's life. Tests provided knowledge - of which he craved - and logic was what he was programed for. Logical was, well. Logical.

Perhaps he was overly confident, as to why he simply allowed anyone to venture into this particular laboratory - even if it was not particularly valuable or important to him. He was not worried, it would be illogical to feel that way, and the child was hardly a threat. He volunteered himself for this, he gave permission and would allow the tests.

Spy or not, currently Shockwave felt there was little to be concerned about. There were very few reasons as to why he would need to be to be cautious or on guard, and even lesser chances of those reasons occurring.

If anything, he had his radiation. If he was capable of blasting through Dinobot armor, he would be fine.

Quietly he turned, walking into the lab and waving a hand.

"Come in," he trusted the boy to shut the door. "This is rather kind of you, given my general reputation when it comes to experiments. However, that is not important. What exactly are your abilities, as the transfer is the reason you are here, is it not."

Straight to the point. No reason to draw things out.

[unnamed_nothing]

Trowa stood still for a moment, struck by the thought that he would probably never get such an easy chance to shoot Shockwave in the back again; for a moment, he nearly regretted not having his weapons. As much as he preferred the idea of keeping Shockwave alive, he knew what it was like to view everyone through unemotional eyes, and if it seemed like the reasonable conclusion to a given situation was to kill the boy, he felt sure the ex-bot would do it. His old training whispered to him, and told him that it was better to eliminate the enemy before they had the chance.

He forced the thought out of his head, reaching behind himself to pull the door shut, still mildly fascinated by the difference in perception--that was, the input given by extremely delicate sensors versus natural nerves.

There wasn't a point as far as he could see in acknowledging his supposed 'kindness'; he hadn't asked to be experimented on for the other's benefit. Nor did he fully trust that he wouldn't be harmed beyond his wishes. But Shockwave was nonetheless correct--he'd come to see how his abilities worked in conjunction with the new robot body he'd been forced into, not to stall for time or make pretenses at friendship.

Panels slipped open and unfolded as he walked, parts flipping round and changing themselves up; normally, the process would have taken all of a second or two, but he wanted to stay as silent as possible and so had stretched it out by another few.

Trowa's footsteps suddenly seemed a hell of a lot heavier as he followed Shockwave, mildly amused by the fact that he now very much loomed over the fairly tall scientist; the slow words he spoke as the large werelion robot were even deeper than usual for that shape, and edged with a metallic sound.

"You should... find them... familiar."

[notsoloyal]

It would have been an incredibly easy shot, and the scientist was well aware of it. But calculations were in favor of him remaining unharmed - and logically he would follow those calculations. He had never been lead astray before, and seeing as nothing had happened, they had been correct.

It could have been a grievous error on his part. He - after all - knew little about the boy. Still, going on what he did know about the boy, about his species, and about war he was certain of what would likely happen and what had lesser chances of happening.

And with an opportunity such as this he might just be able to sneak away with some additional data on the boy.

Heavier sounding footsteps, deeper audio. Shockwave paused, glancing back towards Trowa. The look on his face remained impassive, only his eyes showing any real interest in what he was looking at. Curious. Intriguing.

"So you can transform."

Yes, this would indeed be worth it.

"That will certainly make this easier."

[unnamed_nothing]

He hadn't been expecting any more of a reaction than that; still, it served his purpose to have tried for one. It was quite interesting to see just how far the control went, and more importantly, informative--if he couldn't get a reaction this way, it would probably take something... rather impressive to warrant anything more than the faint curiosity visible in the oddly-colored eyes.

Too bad it would likely be a while before he could try out something else. Still, opportunities were meant to be taken while they could be, and that one had been. The fact that a potential enemy was now partly aware of one power the Porter had given him wasn't as disturbing as it would have been some months prior; the secret was already slowly getting around, and anyway, he preferred to rely on other tactics first.

"I was not... fully lying."

It bothered Trowa to some degree that the same biological impairments that made talking hard in the organic version of the form seemed to have been mirrored in the robotic one--despite the fact that he was no longer using actual air, vocal cords, or lips to form words.

Perhaps he'd ask about that later.

[notsoloyal]

Apparently."

He grabbed a notebook and pen off a table, scribbling down some notes - quite clearly not in any known language on Earth, if the boy could see.

"You look like a miniature Predacon like that... And not the kind Waspinator is. The original ones."

Although that was more based off what he remembered from the databanks, the Predacons had been banished in his world, uncontrollable things. Not that he expected the boy to understand what he was going on about at all.

Hm. This form did bring a thought to mind.

"So. Had you been affected in the ability switch those few weeks back?"

Once Shockwave got an idea in his head it was hard to get rid of it. He could be rather. Obsessive.

[unnamed_nothing]

He kept to himself how much he'd been told, making sure not to let his body language show any form of surprise or interest; he knew quite a lot about the Predacons through what Waspinator had said of his own types--Terrorsaur and the like-- but that there were other, different ones was something relatively new to him. Heard in passing mention, maybe. No more than that.

In any case, he would still have gone with attempting a fake suit rather than trying to lie and declare that his transformation ability came from being a Predacon. Doing the latter would have put his face out in the open, and as it had already been many times before, his claim would have been an obvious falsehood. Nor could he have modified himself if there were necessary changes to the forms he was capable of taking.

There wasn't a point in avoiding an answer to the question regarding the power swap, either; enough had been connected to him by now that trying to find some way to talk his way out of that one that it would probably have just--well, whatever the logical equivalent to annoyance was, it would have done such a thing to Shockwave.

"Yes. Does not matter."

Trowa attempted to change the subject back, not in the mood to discuss that period in time. Too many hideous memories. And damn if he were to go back to the smaller shapes just yet, not until it was necessary. Especially not if the ex-bot intended to continue interrogating him about that week.

"Predacons. Not the same. How?"

five years later. a tag!

[notsoloyal]

The scientist shrugged lightly, "If you say so. Merely curious if my records and observations were correct or not. I suppose then, you would not be willing to tell me whose abilities you received?"

He was expecting not, but he had already received the most important information regarding that.

"That aside, it is not why you are here." He dismissively waved his hand.

"These Predacons were not descendants of the Decepticons, but instead were a small team. A subgroup of Decepticons, if you will. There were only five of them. Savage little things."

Nanashi was not required to know more than that. And the knowledge he had given him, would not be overly beneficial to the boy, lest a Predacon actually show up.

A few more notes were scribbled down, before he pointed to a table.

"Sit." There was a pause, and he added in an after thought, "Do try not to break it."