I just can't get this dreamin' off me

"Me n'him were runnin' backup ops, tryin t'figure out how to make an end of the war without either side losin' too bad, cause a grand conquest either way, well, that'd just lead t'the whole thing all over again, an' well...in the middle of all that, I kinda fell for these two. Look at'em though, can y'blame me?"

Jazz might actually be showing an energon flush. Just a little.

"But you knew about some of that, didn't ya? I mean...you were kinda in on it. Because by the time it got to this state, Megatron weren't no better than Prowl, and I know y'know it. But it's good to be back on the same side's you, that's for sure. Missed y'somethin' fierce."

He presses his helm briefly to Ricochet's shoulder.

At the time of the schism, Orion--whom the elders had named the Pax--had still been saying all the right things.

Jazz hadn't really understood that he didn't know what they meant anymore.

Soundwave leans into him a little. He knows that Soundwave knows what they're thinking, even though he isn't actively listening to anyone's comms right now.

It took a long time for him to tell Soundwave this sorrow. They had lost their community and their Convoy, their kith, their traditions, their language. Iacon had been brutal, that way. Rico and Jazz had been old enough not to forget things.

::Iricoche-ben'an, I believed him when he said there was darkness in Megatron that could never be conquered. And about that at least, I'm not sure I was wrong.::

"You shouldn't discuss this out here," Soundwave says almost reflexively, "but here, we are home." He opens the door to his hab. "A bit crowded, I know. Rumble and Frenzy moved out. Sometimes Jazz sleeps in their room. You can stay there as well, if you like, Rico."

Once they're inside, he looks up at them both. "Don't forget, that as much as I love you, Jazz, and respect your work, Rico...that I'm really not one of you. I'll hear whatever you're willing to say in my presence, and I never understood why you didn't all rise up against the old order that oppressed you--but I don't have the right to know some of these things, do I? I'm not a car or a truck and I barely have wheels. I was born as a music box."

He hadn't trusted anyone very much anymore either-- especially Authority Figures. ::Least Megatron didn't support th'status quo.:: He responds finally, and then relents.

Yellow visor flickers, gaze shifting from his brother to Ravage, and he speaks aloud, expression slightly more guarded. "Don' remember everything we knew once." The darker coloured mech drawls. "But can prolly tell ya some of it. Or most o'it. Dunno."

"Me n'him were runnin' backup ops, tryin t'figure out how to make an end of the war without either side losin' too bad, cause a grand conquest either way, well, that'd just lead t'the whole thing all over again, an' well...in the middle of all that, I kinda fell for these two. Look at'em though, can y'blame me?"

Jazz might actually be showing an energon flush. Just a little.

"But you knew about some of that, didn't ya? I mean...you were kinda in on it. Because by the time it got to this state, Megatron weren't no better than Prowl, and I know y'know it. But it's good to be back on the same side's you, that's for sure. Missed y'somethin' fierce."

He presses his helm briefly to Ricochet's shoulder.

At the time of the schism, Orion--whom the elders had named the Pax--had still been saying all the right things.

Jazz hadn't really understood that he didn't know what they meant anymore.

Soundwave leans into him a little. He knows that Soundwave knows what they're thinking, even though he isn't actively listening to anyone's comms right now.

It took a long time for him to tell Soundwave this sorrow. They had lost their community and their Convoy, their kith, their traditions, their language. Iacon had been brutal, that way. Rico and Jazz had been old enough not to forget things.

::Iricoche-ben'an, I believed him when he said there was darkness in Megatron that could never be conquered. And about that at least, I'm not sure I was wrong.::

"You shouldn't discuss this out here," Soundwave says almost reflexively, "but here, we are home." He opens the door to his hab. "A bit crowded, I know. Rumble and Frenzy moved out. Sometimes Jazz sleeps in their room. You can stay there as well, if you like, Rico."

Once they're inside, he looks up at them both. "Don't forget, that as much as I love you, Jazz, and respect your work, Rico...that I'm really not one of you. I'll hear whatever you're willing to say in my presence, and I never understood why you didn't all rise up against the old order that oppressed you--but I don't have the right to know some of these things, do I? I'm not a car or a truck and I barely have wheels. I was born as a music box."

Ravage giggles a little. "Not that kind of surrender," she says, and turns to Ricochet directly. "Thank you," she says. "Too many people didn't take me into account for the longest time. Soundwave doesn't want command, for his own reasons. I do."

"Do it," says Buzzsaw.

Soundwave pats her shoulder. He wouldn't kill Thunderblast himself, and if he did that wouldn't be why. But he won't tell Ravage not to, either.

A pause, and his attention refocuses on Soundwave, shaking his helm. "... Couple reasons. Mostly siblin' stuff. But I promised, tol' him when he went Autobot that if I ever saw 'im face ta face, I was gonna kick his aft fer siding with them in the first place. Mean ta keep that promise."

Soundwave sighs. He so doesn't want to think about that.

"Fair," he says. "Ravage still isn't speaking to Stripes."

"Stripes didn't just go Autobot," Ravage says sourly. "He also took up with Blaster. Who told people you were a cassette-fragger and I was a mindless slut you broke in. Stripes can go rot in the Pit."

Soundwave sighs again. "Well. I can't deny that you were a cassette, and that I fragged you. Repeatedly."

Another fanged smirk, and then he's shaking his helm, moving on as his last gulp drains the cube he's drinking.

"Me n'him were runnin' backup ops, tryin t'figure out how to make an end of the war without either side losin' too bad, cause a grand conquest either way, well, that'd just lead t'the whole thing all over again, an' well...in the middle of all that, I kinda fell for these two. Look at'em though, can y'blame me?"

Jazz might actually be showing an energon flush. Just a little.

"But you knew about some of that, didn't ya? I mean...you were kinda in on it. Because by the time it got to this state, Megatron weren't no better than Prowl, and I know y'know it. But it's good to be back on the same side's you, that's for sure. Missed y'somethin' fierce."

He presses his helm briefly to Ricochet's shoulder.

At the time of the schism, Orion--whom the elders had named the Pax--had still been saying all the right things.

Jazz hadn't really understood that he didn't know what they meant anymore.

Soundwave leans into him a little. He knows that Soundwave knows what they're thinking, even though he isn't actively listening to anyone's comms right now.

It took a long time for him to tell Soundwave this sorrow. They had lost their community and their Convoy, their kith, their traditions, their language. Iacon had been brutal, that way. Rico and Jazz had been old enough not to forget things.

Ravage giggles a little. "Not that kind of surrender," she says, and turns to Ricochet directly. "Thank you," she says. "Too many people didn't take me into account for the longest time. Soundwave doesn't want command, for his own reasons. I do."

"Do it," says Buzzsaw.

Soundwave pats her shoulder. He wouldn't kill Thunderblast himself, and if he did that wouldn't be why. But he won't tell Ravage not to, either.

A pause, and his attention refocuses on Soundwave, shaking his helm. "... Couple reasons. Mostly siblin' stuff. But I promised, tol' him when he went Autobot that if I ever saw 'im face ta face, I was gonna kick his aft fer siding with them in the first place. Mean ta keep that promise."

Soundwave sighs. He so doesn't want to think about that.

"Fair," he says. "Ravage still isn't speaking to Stripes."

"Stripes didn't just go Autobot," Ravage says sourly. "He also took up with Blaster. Who told people you were a cassette-fragger and I was a mindless slut you broke in. Stripes can go rot in the Pit."

Soundwave sighs again. "Well. I can't deny that you were a cassette, and that I fragged you. Repeatedly."

Another fanged smirk, and then he's shaking his helm, moving on as his last gulp drains the cube he's drinking.

"Me n'him were runnin' backup ops, tryin t'figure out how to make an end of the war without either side losin' too bad, cause a grand conquest either way, well, that'd just lead t'the whole thing all over again, an' well...in the middle of all that, I kinda fell for these two. Look at'em though, can y'blame me?"

Jazz might actually be showing an energon flush. Just a little.

"But you knew about some of that, didn't ya? I mean...you were kinda in on it. Because by the time it got to this state, Megatron weren't no better than Prowl, and I know y'know it. But it's good to be back on the same side's you, that's for sure. Missed y'somethin' fierce."

He presses his helm briefly to Ricochet's shoulder.

Ravage giggles a little. "Not that kind of surrender," she says, and turns to Ricochet directly. "Thank you," she says. "Too many people didn't take me into account for the longest time. Soundwave doesn't want command, for his own reasons. I do."

"Do it," says Buzzsaw.

Soundwave pats her shoulder. He wouldn't kill Thunderblast himself, and if he did that wouldn't be why. But he won't tell Ravage not to, either.

A pause, and his attention refocuses on Soundwave, shaking his helm. "... Couple reasons. Mostly siblin' stuff. But I promised, tol' him when he went Autobot that if I ever saw 'im face ta face, I was gonna kick his aft fer siding with them in the first place. Mean ta keep that promise."

Soundwave sighs. He so doesn't want to think about that.

"Fair," he says. "Ravage still isn't speaking to Stripes."

"Stripes didn't just go Autobot," Ravage says sourly. "He also took up with Blaster. Who told people you were a cassette-fragger and I was a mindless slut you broke in. Stripes can go rot in the Pit."

Soundwave sighs again. "Well. I can't deny that you were a cassette, and that I fragged you. Repeatedly."

Another fanged smirk, and then he's shaking his helm, moving on as his last gulp drains the cube he's drinking.

Of course, because if you were a worm I'd be one too and so would the rest of us.