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2016-04-17 Protege

From Transformers: Lost and Found

2016-04-17 Protege
Date 2016/04/17
Location Cassettes and Soundwave's Habsuite
Participants Penchant, Soundwave
Summary Penchant checks on a newly paroled Soundwave.

Penchant has spent the better part of his work shift trying to convince himself that he shouldn't bother Soundwave, he shouldn't worry about him, this is the Decepticon command here after all, and he's got painfully loyal followers.

"-By just LOOKING at you," gushes one of the shuttle bay mechs to his gathered pals. Penchant rolls his optics. The rumors circulating might've been humorous. But some of them were a little true...?

Word eventually gets out that Soundwave had been released from the brig. Penchant spends a solid ten minutes circling aimlessly in the habsuite corridors before moving to knock on Soundwave's door proper. Maybe it was too soon. Penchant debates if there's enough time to flee.

Soundwave is well aware of the gossip and rumors floating about. Usually he would not mind, but he is uneasy as to how some Autobots would view this. Would this heighten Anti-Decepticon feelings? Would some assume he was connected to the bombing? Yes, on both accounts, probably. He does not want to shift the balance on the Lost Light more helter skelter than it already was. Thankfully, it seems some distress beacon was a hot new topic. Hopefully it would provide a new distraction from him and his... Mistake.

Soundwave rubs the back of his neck, servo moving so he could pinch the bridge of his nose before pulling his hand down his face. What a mess he made... His helm whips up as someone knocks at his door. So this is what it feels like to be surprised by another's presence... He vents, not particularly in the mood for a visitor but he might as well see who it is. Picking up his facemask, he clicks it back into place and stands. Medi-staff fixed up a few of his dings and he's had time to stop by the showers and replace his visor. It looks almost as if nothing happened.

Answering the door, he's surprised to see Penchant. As always, he gives nothing away. Soundwave's brow knits in concentration beneath his visor, glimpsing thoughts. They really hitched up this dampener, didn't they... At least the quiet murmuring was better than the constant stream of sound he is usually plagues with. "Penchant... Something wrong?"

Penchant's heels squeak to a halt as the stop mid-pivot. He straightens to face Soundwave. Current thoughts involve a lot of apprehension, regret, worry and then confusion for being /asked/. Soundwave generally doesn't need to ask. On top of it all is a dusting of Deadlock-flavored dread. Some semblance of a mental injury. "I just... I just wanted to uhm. Well-I'm-glad-you're-out-of-the-brig," he appends hurriedly. "I didn't know what command would do with you after... that..."

Soundwave stares at Penchant and then steps aside, motioning for the minibot to come in. His habsuite is near impeccable. The two berths in the room were pushed against one another and were angled so that the stars could easily be seen from the window from any position. There was a large screen with some sort of controllers and consoles off to the side, this area was a little untidy but clearly in use fairly often. Cassettes love their games- mostly Rumble and Frenzy. The desk is pushed up against the wall beside the mega-berth, as Wingthing once put it, with a large chair and several smaller and more minibot-sized chairs scattered about. On the desk was some half-made structure of exposed wires and struts bit its hard to tell what it is without a close look.

"Concern, recognized but unnecessary." Thank you for caring but I'm alright. "Not brigged but currently on... Parole."

Penchant cautiously steps in, and moves to sidle against the wall near the door. If someone had told him he'd be invited into the quarters of Megatron's SIC, 4 million years ago, he'd laugh in their face. His attention lingers on the structure on the desk for a few seconds before shifting back to Soundwave. "Parole." Better than banishment. "What exactly does that entail? Do you know for how long?"

Soundwave is sure to have the door closed and locked for privacy before sitting on the berth, watching Penchant. He was acting strange, not like himself... "Demoted under Blaster, must not assault anyone further, and cannot leave the Lost Light." He also couldn't get near Drift and he had to have a dampener but he decided those were best left to himself. "Time, uncertain. New colony likely to prolong parole... Full sentence has yet to be handed out." He adds before gesturing to a minibot chair close by.

Penchant moves to sit, drawing his knees against his chest. Working under Blaster, oh boy. "Well... You seem to be handling it remarkably well. I might be seething." Or perhaps Soundwave wasn't. Penchant had been working on being receptive to thoughts, rather than intrusive, so he's pretty damn surprised to find the fringes of Soundwave's mental processes crossing his mind. "Something's wrong. They've got some kind of blocker on you, don't they," he says, anger bubbling up. He'll be offended on Soundwave's behalf.

Soundwave's visor flashes in surprise. Penchant was quite observational when he's planted solidly in the ground. ... Ravage was better with Earth metaphors. The Decepticon's fingers twitch before he presses them firmly against the berth. "Affirmative."

"Seriously? They can't... Are they even allowed to do that?" Penchant is soon glaring at the ground. It's easy for him to skew discipline to outlier persecution. Stifling someone for the sake of /Drift/. Penchant never had too much of a reason to dislike Rodimus. He was charismatic, diligent and sometimes charmingly relatable. But this slag with protecting Drift. "It wasn't your fault," he insists. "Sometimes this kinda shit goes wrong, y'know?" He taps his helm. "Drift agreed to it...! Tailgate said it was okay. Why are you getting punished like this?"


Soundwave quietly listens, fighting to get a look at Penchant's thoughts while doing so. He was quite fired up about this and, heh, his language was marginally better than Rumble's. "Trust has been severed. I will take the consequences to rebuild it. My comfort, not worth any chaos." His tone is almost gentle as he does dance around some of the questions slightly. Such as why it happened and how it was his fault despite it being an accident.

Penchant rubs at his face. Soundwave was right. Railing against this wasn't worth the problems it could cause. But boy was it rubbing him the wrong way. "They can't understand what it is to..." he trails off lamely. "I wonder what Skids would think of this, or Trailbreaker. Oh, ya' messed up? Let's just take away a piece of you." Nevermind that Soundwave's ability was pretty damn dangerous, thus this situation. Penchant's too upset to address that. Eventually he simmers. A little. "I can hear some of your thoughts. Are you aware of that..." Are you /okay/ with that.

Soundwave's helm piques a little, watching Penchant and taking in all his mannerisms. He understood what the minibot meant, if this was done to an outlier, he would be equally furious. But this situation was different, he had even suggested- Soundwave stiffens a little. Penchant could... "Penchant, practicing." There was a note of praise in his voice. "Undetected... How have assignments gone?" He asks curiously.

Penchant broods for a little longer. Then he lifts a brow. "You didn't pick up on me?" It's hard not to smile. "Yeah, I've been attempting every night. I have a very supportive roommate, heh. The assignments are good. A little challenging but that's what I asked for. Soundwave... I can't help but think that I /shouldn't/ be trying to hone this," he says slowly. "I mean, as the situation is. Wouldn't you get in trouble for this? Would I?" Soundwave's stray thoughts are hard to ignore. He's ever tempted to delve a little deeper.

Ah... Soundwave looks at Penchant and then out the window, to the stars and space. "Ask yourself... Do you truly think you shouldn't be improving yourself? Or do you not want to improve because of what other's will think?" He taps a finger against the berth, thinking to himself. About when he was younger, newly forged and all the voices screaming at him... Only three bots came to help him hone his skills and he was able to live a life. "No, no trouble... There is nothing wrong with helping you become better." He looks back at Penchant. "What do you think?"

Penchant indulges a little. He hopes Soundwave doesn't mind. He hadn't been kicked out yet at least. A small smile plays on his features. "Buzzsaw, Laserbeak and Ravage," he says, glossing over Soundwave's question for the moment. It's a recollection, and Penchant isn't deep reading, he wasn't sure he even /could/ the way Soundwave does, so the memory isn't terribly vivid. It still seems damn unpleasant though. "It scares people," he says bluntly. "That's why a lot of these crewmembers are scared of you. You may like it, it's hard to tell. I just have to remind myself of that."

Soundwave vents a little, looking at Penchant. "What you and I can do isn't scary. What we choose to do it can be scary." His helm lowers, looking at his lap. "... Penchant, I'm sorry you were there to see what happened with Drift... But I ask that you do not stop bettering yourself because of it. You have great potential, do not squander it... And perhaps you can make better choices than I have."

Penchant nods, after a lengthy moment. "It's okay, that stuff just happens," he says a bit firmly. "Like I said." Seems he doesn't really /want/ to know where that one went south, even with Soundwave's mind open to him. He withdraws crisply. That's enough of that. The praise predictably has the minibot perking up. He slides off the chair and gives the room another once-over. "Do you have assignments for me today?" Datapad in hand, he scrolls to the last one. "I can leave ya' be. I didn't think you'd let me in."

Soundwave nods a bit. It seems the minibot was doing visibly better than when he had first arrived. Had all of that been because... He was worried for his fellow telepath? It's not often Soundwave has to wonder about such things. "Not today. But tomorrow, yes... Penchant?" The minibot is hardly the nuisance that he seems to think he is.

Penchant nods, after a lengthy moment. "It's okay, that stuff just happens," he says a bit firmly. "Like I said." Seems he doesn't really /want/ to know where that one went south, even with Soundwave's mind open to him. He withdraws crisply. That's enough of that. The praise predictably has the minibot perking up. He slides off the chair and gives the room another once-over. "Do you have assignments for me today?" Datapad in hand, he scrolls to the last one. "I can leave ya' be. I didn't think you'd let me in."

Soundwave nods a bit. It seems the minibot was doing visibility better than when he had first arrived. Had all of that been because... He was worried for his fellow telepath? It's not often Soundwave has to wonder about such things. "Not today. But tomorrow, yes... Penchant?" The minibot is hardly the nuisance that he seems to think he is.

"Sure, that's good. Though I wonder if we'll have time. With that colony down there and all." Penchant stows his notes and looks thoughtful. Soundwave's on parole, would they even drag him along? "I'm inclined to stay top-side for this one," he comments idly. "If they give me a choice," he adds with a small grin. "Just let me know."

Soundwave nods. He does not intend to leave the ship for this one nor venture far from his habsuite or office. Until his punishment is reached, he plans on playing recluse. "Penchant..." He repeats again. "I have a... question." If he wasn't so impassive, it would be easy to tell he was struggling to find the right words. "I know you accepted my training but... Would you accept my tutelage?" The word protege goes through his mind, the implications of the word ar much deeper than simply a trainee.

Penchant looks mildly confused. He's not going to sample more thoughts now, so Soundwave must elaborate a bit more. "I'm training under you - that's what this is, yes?" He pauses, squinting a little.

Soundwave pauses. "Penchant, currently student but consider... Protege?" He looks straight at the minibot, gauging every movement and reaction.

It's a heavy word. "I..." Penchant looks troubled. "I don't know what you expect of me." So far it's been implied that Soundwave is offering this training simply out of the goodness of his spark. And he seemed to have an affinity for minibots! "I'm not a Decepticon. Wouldn't that be more ideal? Having a Decepticon protege? Why do you want this?"

Soundwave nods a bit. A Decepticon would be most ideal but... "War over and you have demonstrated... Qualities a protege would need. Being a Decepticon, not a requirement." But it would be nice. Maybe eventually. "We share an outlier ability... Training would continue as per syllabus but... With some more... Involvement." He was giving Penchant the chance, at least.

Penchant is getting a little better at hiding his mirth. A little. "Okay!" he says, way too cheerily. So much for that. Soundwave gets a salute, a friendly one rather than one meant for command. "Good night, sir." And he's off, pace brisk.

Soundwave nods to Penchant as he leaves, closing and locking his door once more. He vents a little, rubbing his helm. He wants to rip the dampener off but he resists the urge, instead he goes back to his desk. He'd save the itinerary for his new protege for tomorrow. He slips his mask off once more before picking up his tools to begin work again. From the side or slightly below, it doesn't look like much. But from above, it's clear that he's got a lower torso in the works. Building bodies is a relaxing hobby.

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