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Post by Wheeljack on May 28, 2013 10:28:51 GMT -5
((August 15th, 2027 - Autobot Base)) It had taken Ratchet, Wheeljack, and Jolt, quite a wile to complete the repairs on Jazz' brutally torn and rust marked chassis, with help from Charter and Red Alert to keep the poor mech emotionally stable, after he had been inexplicably found on a beach in New Foundland laying in the arms of a known Decepticon. Said Decepticon had not only found the stricken mech, but had contacted the Autobots for help, and had given up vital Energon and fluids to keep Jazz going until the Autobots could get to him. At last, the silver mech, who had been lost to them at Megatron's hands less than twenty-four hours after they had made planet fall twenty years ago, was resting peacefully in recharge stasis, his chassis put back together again and Ratchet was keeping a close optic on the newly resurrected Intelligence Officer. Wheeljack was emotionally exhausted from the ordeal, but he was not about to head to his quarters to recharge just yet, there was something very important he had to do first. With most of the others either now gone from the med bay, watching over Jazz as he slept, or quietly conversing with Ratchet, Wheeljack walked over to the young mech who had saved Jazz, a weary but friendly smile on his face plates. "Hey, how are ya doing after all that?" he asked Wavelength softly, extending a hand to lightly touch the younger bot's arm. "I just wanted to let you know how grateful we all are, for what you did for Jazz. You have no idea how important he was to so many of us, n now badly we all missed him." he added sincerely. He knew Wavelength had given up a lot of his own resources to save Jazz and Wheeljack wanted to help, to repay that kindness in any way he could, if Wavelength would let him.
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Post by Wavelength on May 28, 2013 10:38:27 GMT -5
Wavelength had been just staring at a light within the room, watching the light waves scatter and, from time to time, warping them himself, making some prism like effects and shifting the colors a bit. It was something to do so he didn't disturb the others and was amused himself. He was so focused on that light that he didn't realize he was being spoken to until he was touched, which actually made the young mech just a bit, though he quickly regained himself, looking over to Wheeljack, his eyes back to that vibrant red color now that he had rested a bit. He gave a bit of a smile then. "I did what I felt I needed to, I'm simply glad that he is alright. I hold no doubt that one of you may have well done the same for me had I been found in such a state." he responded, glancing over to the berth where Jazz laid "His terrors are horrid, what he's been through. It will affect him for quite some time. His recovery will be a long and harsh one. But, with the support structure he seems to have, I'm sure he will be able to pull through in due time." Wavelength said, giving a small smile and moving to push himself up to a seated position.
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Post by Wheeljack on May 28, 2013 10:46:42 GMT -5
Wheeljack nodded in agreement at that. "I can't imagine the terrors he's dealing with, but we won't let him suffer alone. We take care of each other, just how we are." He tilted his head a bit as he regarded Wavelength thoughtfully. "N you too." he added. He then stepped over to a cabinet and pulled out some Energon, bringing it over to Wavelength. "You've always tried to help us in some way or another. You're not like the others. Why did you join up with them instead of coming to us?" he asked, handing the Energon node to the younger mech and sitting on the edge of the medical berth next to him so they could talk quietly.
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Post by Wavelength on May 28, 2013 10:53:49 GMT -5
Wavelength was very glad to accept that energon, his systems were still trying to recover from what he gave away and doing that without much energy wasn't going too well "Thank you." he said before taking in that energon rather quickly. He looked over to Wheeljack then, giving a small sigh. The mech expected an answer "My father is a Decepticon, as are my siblings, I will not abandon them. Just as two of my best friends are Decepticons, I do not abandon those I love." he answered. After seeing what he had today, he was pretty certain Wheeljack would understand that. "You're Wheeljack, right? The one prone to becoming a victim of his own experimentation and causing many impromptu remodeling endeavors of the Autobot base?" he asked, his tone remaining rather even, not quite monotoned, certainly soft but more even than most would use when cracking a joke.
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Post by Wheeljack on May 28, 2013 11:03:25 GMT -5
Wheeljack nodded at Wavelength's explanation. He understood well the bonds of family and he also understood what it meant to love one's family, never wanting to leave any of them behind. A sentiment he was all too painfully aware of. With the mention of his experiments and their sometimes rather explosive outcomes, all he could do was offer a helpless shrug and chuckle. "Yeah, that would be me. Though my gadgets don't always suffer catastrophic failure to that extreme. Most of the ones that fail either just don't do anything or fizzle out on me. But every so often, I have had to call Ratchet in for a little um... reconstructive aide." he admitted. While not too many of his experiments suffered explosive results, enough of them did to give the Engineer a rather dubious reputation that often got a bit exaggerated as the tales were passed around among both Autobots and Decepticons.
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Post by Wavelength on May 28, 2013 11:12:31 GMT -5
Wavelength gave a smile at the mention of Wheeljack's less catastrophic failures "But those which do fail do so in a spectacular manner. I have watched a few from afar. The light waves they emit can be quite lovely." Wavelength saided, looking at the cabinet where the energon had come from "May I have a bit more energon? I'm afraid that I had not consumed any for quite some time before this escapade took place." he asked.
He looked up at the nearby light once more then, his optics remaining focused on it as he spoke "I've been watching the Autobots, normally unseen. I have wanted to approach but I did not wish to be mistaken for hostile, so I remained at a distance. . ." he admited, looking to Wheeljack, his face remaining pretty even but soft in expression "Please do not think me a spy for doing so. I suppose, it was due to a want to be on the other side, but, as I stated, I cannot and will not leave behind those I hold dear."
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Post by Wheeljack on May 28, 2013 14:45:12 GMT -5
Wheeljack nodded at the request. "Sure." and retrieved two more nodes. He knew he was running a little low himself, so once Wavelength had taken in all he needed, he would finish off the rest. "Here ya go." and he sat down again. "I didn't know my accidental explosions had a positive effect outside of me learning what not to do." he chuckled, then listened further to what Wavelength said. "Well, now you know. Some of us have seen you trying to pull the damaged bots to safety and no one has ever seen you actually engage in the attacks that I'm aware of. I don't think any of us would consider you hostile." He looked over at a sleeping Jazz for a moment. "Especially now." He looked back to Wavelength thoughtfully for a moment, pondering some of the rumors. "It's Soundwave, isn't it?" he asked gently, not wanting to upset the young mech. "I didn't know he was bonded, let alone spawned with anyone. We all knew about his symbiotes he collected, but we weren't really sure of what your connection really was to him. All we knew was none of the Cons'd touch ya for fear Soundwave would rip their Sparks out n eat them like Megatron does." Wheeljack was clearly a very curious mech, especially given his experiments.
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Post by Wavelength on May 28, 2013 15:00:04 GMT -5
The young mech gladly too the offered energon and, surprisingly enough, actually finished it all rather quickly. "Well, I control light, it is at my will and it's almost effortless for me to mold as I so wish. I also see light differently, I could show you if you so wish." he said, holding a hand out, the cable at his wrist poking out just a bit, it was a mere offer however. "I cannot explain it, but I can show you. If you so choose to see it, then you will understand how your failures are beautiful to me." he said with a small, gentle smile.
"I don't fight, I refuse to. I haven't actually played an active role in any battle. I cannot stand violence, it causes me to feel quite ill in all truth, lost of life, that is even worse so I try to stop it without being noticed by the other Decepticons." he said, though he paused when Wheeljack guessed who it was that he called his father. "Yes, Soundwave is my father, but I am not from his spark. He adopted me. I was the last sparkling from Crystal City and I was looking for a way to control my abilities. I do with light what father does with sound. I joined the Decepticons in hopes of learning from Soundwave so I could control my own abilities, it went beyond a mere menor and student relationship. My family died before I was even spawned, I should have been much larger but the fact that I had to be removed early from my mother due to her death stunted my development, thus why I am the size I am now. He took me in when I was still quite young and pretty much raised me as his own." Wavelength explained before he went silent, his hand still held out, that offer still there.
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Post by Wheeljack on May 28, 2013 16:04:45 GMT -5
Wheeljack looked to the cable for a moment, listening to what Wavelength told him of Soundwave and himself. "With as kind Sparked as you are, to be adopted and protected by Soundwave, then he can't be as bad as they say." He then extended one of his own tendrils to link up with Wavelength's offered one. "He doesn't really eat Sparks like Megatron does, does he?" he asked then as a thought suddenly occurred to him. He looked at the younger mech, almost studying him for a moment, then he noticed the shimmer on the left side of his head - dangling crystals, scattering light just like the very walls of Crystal City itself! Wheeljack had been there off and on over the years before the war, though he lived mainly in Iacon. Crystal City was the center of science and knowledge, a monument of Cybertronian achievement. Losing that beautiful city was a hard blow to them all, but especially for those who knew it, bots like Perceptor...
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Post by Wavelength on May 28, 2013 16:17:07 GMT -5
Once Wheeljack linked, Wavelength easily showed him how he saw the world, even light, even tiny spec of reflection everything sent rays bouncing from it in every which direction, but it wasn't a solid ray, it was threads of each and every color that made up that single ray entwined with each other like soft, fuzzy braids, the actual waveforms visible and that was only the start of it. Colors that the average couldn't even see were vivid strains within those braids of light, of the such which there were no words for as almost no one had ever actually seen those colors before. The slightest motion sent those light braids moving in a different way, reforming to accommodate the slightest of change, everything was constantly moving because nothing was ever truly still and there was no shift in angle, intensity or hue that escaped Wavelength's notice. Seeing what Wavelength saw as the normal world was like dropping acid and then amping it up to 11, but, for him, that was normal, and that was beautiful. "This is how I see the world. I've seen through other people's memories and some connections how they see it, to me that is dull, weird and alien, to me, this is normal." he told Wheeljack before he gave a small smile when the topic shifted to his father. He shook his head slightly "He is nothing like those tales. He should have been an Autobot, my whole family should have been, but it take only one lapse in judgement to warp one's entire future." he said, looking over Wheeljack's face and form and sharing it with the blue and white mech, letting Wheeljack know what he looked like to this young Mech.
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Post by Wheeljack on May 29, 2013 2:54:16 GMT -5
Wheeljack was mesmerized by what he saw through Wavelength's optics. He had no idea the world, the universe, could be so beautiful. Wavelength could sense his awe and wonder at what he saw, and seeing himself the way Wavelength saw him was beyond his wildest imagination. "I had no idea..." he whispered softly.
When he said that Soundwave should have been an Autrobot, that revelation surprised Wheeljack and he looked at Wavelength wondering his reasoning behind that. "So he's not the dark nightmare lurking in every shadow?" he blurted out. "If he's truly the good and gentle mech you say he is, then why all the stories and rumors, why pretend to be a vicious and evil monster so horrific and Sparkless that even Megatron shrinks from him?" It all just didn't make any sense to him; how could a mech known to be worse than a Pit demon spawned by Unicron himself not only adopt and protect such a gentle Sparked young mech, but be a good and caring Alpha who should have been an Autobot himself? What in Primus' name made Soundwave side with the Spark devouring Megatron in the first place?
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Post by Wavelength on May 29, 2013 3:21:18 GMT -5
Wavelength gave just a small little smile at Wheeljack's awe with what he saw "To me it's normal, what you see is weird." he said, not abrasively but it was a rather blunt joke. When Wheeljack asked about Soundwave being a monster like the tales, he shook his head a bit "Don't tell anyone, but he keeps up those stories to protect us. Fear can be a very effective defensive tool. Would you attack someone who is under the protection of what you think is a monster if you didn't know the truth behind the mask?" Wavelength asked Wheeljack, carefully breaking the connection, he wasn't comfortable keeping a connection with anyone for too long, well, anyone he wasn't very close to at least. Wavelength looked around a bit, giving a sigh "It's a little cramped up in here." the young mech commented, a hand going up to play with his 'earring' a little bit, just a small nervious habit.
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Post by Wheeljack on May 29, 2013 3:28:29 GMT -5
Wheeljack nodded at that. He could understand the reasoning at least - Soundwave wanted to protect himself and his family, and a truly caring and protective Alpha would literally do anything to keep his family out of harm's way. Wheeljack was all too keenly aware of that point of fact as Alpha to five young fliers who harbored a sixth within them, their 'big brother'. When Wavelength mentioned feeling cramped, his expression softened. "Oh, I know that particular discomfort all too well. I carried n raised five very active fliers and they were downright claustrophobic unless they were curled up together with me in our quarters, it was the only time my lil Flybots felt safe inside." he told the young flier and offered his hand to Wavelength. "Let's go for a walk outside." he offered with a smile.
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Post by Wavelength on May 29, 2013 3:42:39 GMT -5
"It isn't that bad, likely due to my own smaller size but it is beginning to get to me a little." he said, taking the offered hand and standing "I am not claustrophobic precisely but it will begin to bother me after extended periods of time. I suppose I am some what lucky in that. It is the dark I fear, you can likely understand why." he said, dusting a little bit of sand that still lingered from earlier from where it had gathered in the etching on his chest. "Do not worry, I will stay near you. Many on your base have reason, real or imagined, to be wary of my presence, even if it is merely due to a label."
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Post by Wheeljack on May 29, 2013 3:57:33 GMT -5
Wheeljack nodded and escorted him outside for some fresh air. "I think they have a good reason to be less wary now though, with what you did for Jazz. The least we could do is show you some kindness in return." he replied and led him over to a nearby outdoor area where they could sit and talk. "So, besides you n your Alpha, who else should we look into trying to save instead of off lining?" he asked, genuinely curious as to just how many got trapped on the wrong side of the war with no way out.
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