i can't pretend this stranger is a long awaited friend.
IDW Shockwave
Shockwave is fully energised and walking about. He's standing by the mine's entrance, making use of the natural light. He has a small datapad in his hand, reading over his experiment notes. The latest prompt pings, and he is unable to silence it. With a loud cycle of air, he tries to ignore it. Apparently, he has ignored too many.
Doubt. He muses to himself, knowing his words would be held against him, regardless of what he says. Megatron does not trust him, nor does Cyclonus. Doubt is everywhere. His past indiscretions have not been forgotten, and his occasional slip-ups about wanting sole command have not gone unnoticed. He knows he will have to use caution from now on. Keeping his thoughts to himself is a good start. Who knows who lurks outside his door while he's working. His silence will erase at least some of the doubt in their processors.
A personal log would be out of the question. Nothing that could be used against him. The only information anyone could possibly get from him would be his research notes. And what use would they be in this situation? All the Regenesis Program notes, his study of emotions, nothing of worth to anyone. Regenesis, now that might have some value. But with this truce in effect, it would be foolish to try anything.
Hmm. Something new. Worry, perhaps? How the others could function properly with all these emotions is astounding. He does not like worry, nor dread. He props his datapad against his gun arm and inputs this new information.
Shockwave is fully energised and walking about. He's standing by the mine's entrance, making use of the natural light. He has a small datapad in his hand, reading over his experiment notes. The latest prompt pings, and he is unable to silence it. With a loud cycle of air, he tries to ignore it. Apparently, he has ignored too many.
Doubt. He muses to himself, knowing his words would be held against him, regardless of what he says. Megatron does not trust him, nor does Cyclonus. Doubt is everywhere. His past indiscretions have not been forgotten, and his occasional slip-ups about wanting sole command have not gone unnoticed. He knows he will have to use caution from now on. Keeping his thoughts to himself is a good start. Who knows who lurks outside his door while he's working. His silence will erase at least some of the doubt in their processors.
A personal log would be out of the question. Nothing that could be used against him. The only information anyone could possibly get from him would be his research notes. And what use would they be in this situation? All the Regenesis Program notes, his study of emotions, nothing of worth to anyone. Regenesis, now that might have some value. But with this truce in effect, it would be foolish to try anything.
Hmm. Something new. Worry, perhaps? How the others could function properly with all these emotions is astounding. He does not like worry, nor dread. He props his datapad against his gun arm and inputs this new information.