@logic--dictates
When Prowl opened his comm channel, Perceptor wasn’t actually the only one available. Perceptor was the only recognized contact, yes, but there were a few other strange signatures that Prowl assumed must be alien mechanicals in the area on a similar frequency. Except one.
There was a single signature that was unmistakably Cybertronian, but not anything he had ever seen before. Sure, there were plenty of Cybertronians that he’d never met, and more than that that he just couldn’t remember, but this was just different enough that it begged the question: just who else was here?
Finding himself without any minions, spies, or little birds to find out for him, Prowl decided to do some leg work. Literally. Tracking the signature wasn’t terribly hard, though he did have to take one of the bizarre space-trains to an area quite different from where his own quarters were. A beach, and quite a beautiful one by Earth standards, he guessed. And what he saw there could not have been more surprising: Shockwave?! But small, human-sized, and in a frame that Prowl was pretty sure Shockwave hadn’t inhabited in millennia. Yet there he was, and indeed he was the origin of that bizarre comm signal. Prowl stared, mouth slightly agape in confusion and... annoyance. Why was this guy still mechanical when he was stuck in a fleshy holomatter avatar? “Shockwave?!”
