Because, Because you were never really real to begin with

[stand_witness]

Characters: Soundwave, and Slipstream
When: Now.
Where: Hospital Morgue
What: Coming online, and all the parallel universe paradoxes
Open or Closed? Closed for now, could be open later?
Rating/Warnings: Probably violence, and robots.

Comments

[dontasktrix]

Slipstream came out of stasis she didn't have memory of going into! The first thing she noticed, apart from the passive sensing that told her it was dark and relatively cool, was that she was restrained; bundled in some tarp or something, like smuggled goods. Her arms and guns were folded across her cockpit canopy, and her wings were folded behind her back, without slack to move them. This was not OK!

Radar was suffering so much signal reflection, she had virtually no picture of her surroundings. She couldn't see paths of egress. Couldn't calculate escape vectors. She could barely move!

"The frag is the meaning of this!" She shouted, vocalizer rasping and shrill with all the unwanted emotional subroutines triggered by her restraints. She'd had an exit visa! Been standing on one of those platforms waiting for the TransTechs to do their funny trans-dimensional space bridge thing! Exit visa! not deported to some dead universe, or worse

[stand_witness]

Instantly on alert to the strange readings coming from that bag ( a human body bag if his memory files hadn't been also tampered with ) Soundwave reacted purely out of instinct, and dropped into a crouch with his back to the corner of the morgue.

That was definitely a spark signature. Without waiting for more data, or threats to appear, he took on cautious step closer, and lowered his thin, sharp servos to grasp both sides of the strange bag, and tear it open--

What. Is. That?

Luckily for Soundwave, his faceplate revealed nothing, save the audio wavelength as he played back the femme's own voice clip;

"The frag is the meaning of this!"

[dontasktrix]

Slipstream's reaction went quickly from fear, to relief to anger, all in under a klik. So her rather more communicative facial components were taken by a series of over-dramatic expressions.

Enemy or ally? Mentally she modeled the known factors into likely scenarios, seeking the best course of action.

"That's what she said?"

And, that was probably not it! Fragging bits of her loser template revealing themselves as her oh so stellar inheritance! She could just picture Starscream leering at her. Just the thought made her vocalizer click in irritation.

"I mean, I probably could have done that," she tried.

[stand_witness]

Soundwave did not react save to switch to lines of ( pointedly Decepticon coded writing ) and flashed a text message in Cybertronian up on his faceplate. At his sides, four tentacles writhed in disquiet, awaiting the unknown's possible answer.

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