[Oh, sorry you had to see that Trevor. Starscream turns immediately towards the feed, darting a glare back at Soundwave. WHY DID YOU LEAVE THAT ON? Yes, it's your fault because you're supposed to be the Decepticon tech geek. No time for that though, he's got a human to demoralize.]
[You've seen him before too! Soundwave remembers this guy. In an instant, there's a recording being pulled right the hell up]
--You companion would be preferable--
[Soundwave's head pulls back slightly, turning just a little away from the communicator. No he isn't fond of Trevor after that conversation. Can we blow him up instead?]
Soundwave backed off from the conversation, actually going as far as to turn his back on the feed and move off-screen. Even to anyone who was new to Soundwave would at least be able to tell the 'Con was hardly interested in being a part of this particular exchange.
No, he wasn't concerned. He just did not like Trevor.]
Begrudgingly, Soundwave turns around again, the visor flickering on obediently as the collected data scrolls across the screen. The gathered chemical make up of the ink collected from the well was......
Ink. regular old ink, mixed with paint.
There you go. Can he go now? He allowed the data to scroll for just long enough, before shutting the data off and looking expectantly at Starscream.]
[Nope, doesn't bother Trevor at all. You ready to have your minds blown? Cause Trevor's about to crush your dreams.]
Explain, then, why every being's blood is made of ink. Before our entrance some possessed blood cells. We entered and now we bleed ink. Clearly someone must have tampered with us.
[Yeah, super. Soundwave offered up no comment to either question or theory, utterly set on simply removing himself from an unpleasant situation like he usually did.
At last given the go ahead to leave, Starscream would at least get the hint of vague amusement from the spy, his head turning for a brief moment to look at Starscream appreciatively before contentedly moving off frame.
[The fish, why must you people always call him a fish?! Trevor is not impressed, neither is he with your theory.]
Your theory is too generalizing. You must consider the different species, genus, states of matter and being. And you assume their blood will react the same way?
[Because Soundwave is the king of no-fun land, that's why. And you are it's queen, Starscream.
From off-screen comes a soft ping in response to that. Starscream at least would get a wonderful visual of Prime's exact location. That's right he's still listening to this and we don't want to go messing with Prime now, do we?]
I take it you're researching the properties of the ink?
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Your voice...I've heard you somewhere before.
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--You companion would be preferable--
[Soundwave's head pulls back slightly, turning just a little away from the communicator. No he isn't fond of Trevor after that conversation. Can we blow him up instead?]
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Like your friend said, we might have met before.
But that doesn't matter. You research, however...
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I mean you DID try to talk him into pawning his closest comrade.]
Go on.
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Soundwave backed off from the conversation, actually going as far as to turn his back on the feed and move off-screen. Even to anyone who was new to Soundwave would at least be able to tell the 'Con was hardly interested in being a part of this particular exchange.
No, he wasn't concerned. He just did not like Trevor.]
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Yes, I believe I have some evidence that the ink monsters can be engineered to resemble some of our residents.
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[He reaches behind him and gently grabs Soundwave's shoulder, much different than the previous one. This time he really needs you, Sounders!]
Soundwave, would you care to show our guest about the special properties of this ink?
[i.e. there is none. This information could be useful, in the fact that it completely destroys Trevor's theory, or so he thinks.]
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Begrudgingly, Soundwave turns around again, the visor flickering on obediently as the collected data scrolls across the screen. The gathered chemical make up of the ink collected from the well was......
Ink. regular old ink, mixed with paint.
There you go. Can he go now? He allowed the data to scroll for just long enough, before shutting the data off and looking expectantly at Starscream.]
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Explain, then, why every being's blood is made of ink. Before our entrance some possessed blood cells. We entered and now we bleed ink. Clearly someone must have tampered with us.
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My new theory is that our lifeblood changes into ink when it is exposed to the open air.
[Not a bad theory, in hindsight.]
Who could tamper with beings such as I or Soundwave? Certainly not fleshlings like you.
You may resume your post, Soundwave. I know how much disdain you have for those who vaguely resemble Micropterus salmoides.
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At last given the go ahead to leave, Starscream would at least get the hint of vague amusement from the spy, his head turning for a brief moment to look at Starscream appreciatively before contentedly moving off frame.
Ha ha Trevor]
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Your theory is too generalizing. You must consider the different species, genus, states of matter and being. And you assume their blood will react the same way?
You'll need to do more testing.
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Testing? Hardly. What with that blasted Optimus Prime running around.
[Soundwave, why you no let him kill him?]
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From off-screen comes a soft ping in response to that. Starscream at least would get a wonderful visual of Prime's exact location. That's right he's still listening to this and we don't want to go messing with Prime now, do we?]
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[No you just suck, Trevor.]
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