here's chapter 3!
low-grade = the equivalent of baigh-gradeby formula
mid-grade = normal energon
high-grade = cybertronian alcohol
repair-grade = equivalent to medicine
Birth of a Soundwave Ch. 3
A Transformers 2007 story
I sighed as I sat down at the empty table, the cube of mid-grade energon that made up my lunch in my servos. I was soon joined by Rumble and Frenzy, who were starting their first year of going to the same school as me. The two symbionts chittered about the school being too big and how they each almost got lost. They, along with the other four who were forced to stay at home due to them being like mechanimals, were only four vorns old compared to my seven. The two were short for their age, only coming up my knee while most came to around my shoulder, though this was apparently normal for symbionts. Frenzy went into a story of nearly getting lost in the other kids' legs. I smiled slightly to myself at how easily amused the two were. My sensors then told me of a nearby presence and soon someone was standing over me.
Shocked that someone I didn't recognize had approached my table, something no one did, I turned my head to see a pretty, red femme smiling at me.
"May I sit here?" she asked gesturing toward the vacant seat on my left. I simply stared at her, dumfounded. She apparently took this as a yes as she sat down with her energon. She took a sip before speaking again. "What's your name?"
"Soundwave," I answered, still confused by her boldness. "And this is Rumble and Frenzy."
"Hello," she replied cheerfully. "I'm Broadcast. I'm new here and I don't really know anybody yet. I was wondering where I should sit when I saw the three of you sitting by yourselves. Are you new here too?"
"No," answered Frenzy.
"We just don't have any friends," finished Rumble.
"Aww, that sucks." She said sadly before brightening up. "Hey, I have an idea. I'll be your friend." This was a shocker. The three of us simply stared at her as if she had grown a second head. "What I say?" silence. "Anyway," she said breaking the silence. "Are you guys, like, brothers something?"
"We are, technically," answered Rumble, gesturing towards Frenzy.
"Along with Ravage, Buzzsaw, Laserbeak, and Ratbat," added Frenzy. "But they can't come school with us because their mechanimals."
"How can they be your brothers if they're mechinamls?"
"I'm a host," I answered simply. "They are my symbionts. Hatched on the same day when I was three after getting a part of my spark." She looked at me with a blank expression as if everything I just said went in one audio and out the other. "We don't really understand it either."
Just then the recess bell rang and we all ran outside. The playground was a large closed off space with climbing gyms and other playthings. Covering the playground was a large dome of wire mesh meant to keep fliers like myself from flying off.
"Can you fly?" Broadcast asked. I nodded my head. "You wanna?" I nodded again before looking at Rumble and Frenzy. The two began climbing my armor before disappearing into the sides of my abdomen as it sparked. "How did you…?"
"I can hide them in my subspace," I answered. The femme seemed to find this answer acceptable as she transformed and joined several other sparklings in the air. She was a small hover pod that could fly in multiple directions as well as hover in place. I transformed into my Cybertronian jet form and followed.
"Look at him. He thinks he's a Seeker," said a voice I knew all too well. I inwardly flinched as it broke into laughter, soon joined by another, slightly younger sounding voice. When nothing else was said, I began to hope that; maybe, they would go easy on me. This was soon dropped as I realized I only heard two. Where was the third?
I got my answer as another jet flew almost straight down past my left wing. The nose of the other jet had tapped my wing on the way down and, though it was light, it was enough to send me spiraling. I managed to regain control of my flight before I could hit the ground. I transformed and landed. My vision spun as I fell to my knees, catching myself with my servos. I stayed there a few kliks, waiting for my gyros to stop spinning.
When the dizziness finally wore off, I got to my pedes. I nervously turned around as I heard the laughing draw closer and saw Starscream and his brothers approaching. They stopped in front of me. I watched as Thundercracker gave Skywarp, who was laughing hysterically, a high-five.
"Have a nice flight?" Starscream asked, mockingly. I took a step back.
"Hey! You leave him alone!" shouted a femme's voice as she landed beside me. It was Broadcast. The red femme looked ready to blow a gasket. The Seekers weren't fazed in the slightest.
"Gonna let you're newbie girlfriend do all the talking?" Starscream continued to taunt. I took another step back. I knew I shouldn't let their words get to me, but, no matter how hard I tried to ignore them, they always did. Fortunately, the bell rang to signal the end of recess before the taller mechs could tease me any further. "I guess that makes you the luckiest mech on the playground." Starscream and his trine transformed and they flew back towards the building.
I let Rumble and Frenzy out of their subspace compartments before the four of us followed.
I vented a sigh as I sat outside the school with Rumble and Frenzy waiting for my mom to come pick us up. I smiled to myself as Frenzy playfully pounced on Rumble and the two began to wrestle. The symbiont twins' wrestling match came to a stop when we heard an engine. Frenzy was pinning Rumble down with a servo on his chest while holding back one of Rumble's servos as it reached for his faceplates, one of the black mech's pedes pressed against the grey mech's stomach and a servo pushed on his shoulder. When my mother pulled up in front of us, Frenzy leapt off his twin as Rumble skittered to his pedes. They ran up to her and climbed inside. I followed at a less energetic pace.
"How was school?" My mother's voice echoed through the cabin as she drove off.
"Good," I replied.
"We made a friend!" shouted Frenzy.
"Really? That's great," responded my mom, relief that we finally had made a friend clear in her voice.
"Yeah! Her name is Broadcast," added Rumble.
"I can't wait to meet her."
When we got home, I was immediately jumped. Ravage had succeeded in knocking me to the floor, pinning me down with his front claws as he nuzzled against the side of my head, purring loudly in my audio receptor.
"Ravage, quit it," I said struggling to speak around my laughter. He reluctantly climbed off me, unable to disobey an order. I sat up and scratched behind his audio receptors and under his chin. I got to my pedes and followed the twins upstairs, Ravage following directly behind me. As I approached the door to my room I could hear the chatter coming from inside. Rumble and Frenzy had already started explaining how their cycle went to Ratbat, Buzzsaw, and Laserbeak.
"Are you going to tell us about Broadcast?" asked Laserbeak when I entered the room, taking his usual place on my right shoulder, the sudden edition of his weight momentarily putting me off balance. The unsteady landing didn't help – he and Buzzsaw had only recently learned how to fly and were still wobbly on their wings. Ratbat was still trying to figure it out and couldn't do more than glide.
"The shorties won't tell us anything," added Buzzsaw, landing equally unsteady on the opposite shoulder.
"We're right here, you know!" shouted Frenzy.
"Anyway," said Laserbeak picking something out of his flight plates. "So?"
I went into the details of my cycle, starting with lunch. They all listened intently as I came to the end of recess.
"She actually stood up for you?" asked Buzzsaw in disbelief. Frankly, I didn't understand it either. No one had ever stood up for any of us. A lot of the sparklings at school picked on us, though most ignored our entire existence. The closest thing we had had to friend was a mech named Blaster. We had a mutual understanding, though he was more social, but we had only spoken to each other four times.
"Wow, when do we get to meet her?" asked Laserbeak.
"Mechs!" my mother shouted. "Dinner!" at this we all ran downstairs.
here u go! and plz review
btw, the hover pod thing that Broadcast changes onto is basically a helicopter without rotor blades