Best Kept Secret
Fandom: Transformers G1
Characters: Onslaught, Shockwave
Setting: Pre-war, unidentified training retreat
Summary: Shockwave learns that Onslaught might have been his best kept secret, if the mech hadn't purposely become his biggest mistake.
Shockwave looked down on his newest recruit with distaste. He was just like every other little punk so far that had any sort of criminal record - small, twiggy (in his own opinion), and wearing a mask and visor. He didn’t expect any more out of him than he did the others.
That was; until he had sat down with his new soldiers to actually speak to them.
“-and then I punched him in the face and kicked him in the gut-”
“Mhmm.”
“-and then I broke his arm!”
“Mm.” The purple mech waved his hand. “You’re free to go.”
As he sat there with his helm in his palm, and chin on the table he was sitting at, he noticed one of the recruits walking over calmly - not running, not grinning. What was his name again…?
He stopped by the table, orange visor’d gaze tilting towards the large mech. “Commander Shockwave. May I join you?”
The purple mech nodded, if only slightly, as he sat across from him. Hands folded neatly, straight posture, visor bright and /looking/ at him. “I am aware many other recruits are interested in being part of a gestalt you are planning.”
“And I suppose you want in, too?”
“Yes, Commander, sir. I want to run the gestalt.” This is where he tilted his head. “My social skills aren’t well developed, I can say that. I’m not a naturally violent person. I’m cool, calm, collected, and am taking courses on military tactics at the Academy.”
Shockwave bothered to look directly at this mech. “And who doesn’t tell me that?”
“I don’t know who you’ve spoken to, sir,” he started, and his helm tipped forward a little. “but I’d prefer we focus on my skills and the like. Instead of comparing me to others.”
“…Go on.”
The orange visor glinted. “Gladly.”
---
The same orange visor. The same, familiar flicker.
The new, giant black barrel covering one side of his face.
Shockwave stared up, ignoring the blue pede that crushed his chassis glass and the smoking burn that cut clean over one audial. “Onslaught.”
“Shockwave.”
“You know you were my best-kept secret.”
Onslaught narrowed his optics behind his visor, pulling his rifle from the other’s helm as he stepped back, before swaggering away. “And your biggest mistake.”
AN: I never write. Anything. So I hope I did good or something idk.
Characters: Onslaught, Shockwave
Setting: Pre-war, unidentified training retreat
Summary: Shockwave learns that Onslaught might have been his best kept secret, if the mech hadn't purposely become his biggest mistake.
Shockwave looked down on his newest recruit with distaste. He was just like every other little punk so far that had any sort of criminal record - small, twiggy (in his own opinion), and wearing a mask and visor. He didn’t expect any more out of him than he did the others.
That was; until he had sat down with his new soldiers to actually speak to them.
“-and then I punched him in the face and kicked him in the gut-”
“Mhmm.”
“-and then I broke his arm!”
“Mm.” The purple mech waved his hand. “You’re free to go.”
As he sat there with his helm in his palm, and chin on the table he was sitting at, he noticed one of the recruits walking over calmly - not running, not grinning. What was his name again…?
He stopped by the table, orange visor’d gaze tilting towards the large mech. “Commander Shockwave. May I join you?”
The purple mech nodded, if only slightly, as he sat across from him. Hands folded neatly, straight posture, visor bright and /looking/ at him. “I am aware many other recruits are interested in being part of a gestalt you are planning.”
“And I suppose you want in, too?”
“Yes, Commander, sir. I want to run the gestalt.” This is where he tilted his head. “My social skills aren’t well developed, I can say that. I’m not a naturally violent person. I’m cool, calm, collected, and am taking courses on military tactics at the Academy.”
Shockwave bothered to look directly at this mech. “And who doesn’t tell me that?”
“I don’t know who you’ve spoken to, sir,” he started, and his helm tipped forward a little. “but I’d prefer we focus on my skills and the like. Instead of comparing me to others.”
“…Go on.”
The orange visor glinted. “Gladly.”
---
The same orange visor. The same, familiar flicker.
The new, giant black barrel covering one side of his face.
Shockwave stared up, ignoring the blue pede that crushed his chassis glass and the smoking burn that cut clean over one audial. “Onslaught.”
“Shockwave.”
“You know you were my best-kept secret.”
Onslaught narrowed his optics behind his visor, pulling his rifle from the other’s helm as he stepped back, before swaggering away. “And your biggest mistake.”
AN: I never write. Anything. So I hope I did good or something idk.