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Soundwave: Loyalty and Hate

"Megatron!" I yell.

The blast hits me!

As the numbing pain sets in, my mind drifts back to the beginning of this journey, and I remember a fateful decision from long ago…

8.3 astroseconds left in the arena match.

I hear the aftershock of the defending champion slamming his opponent to the ground. Then, before all, he fires his fusion cannon, eliminating his challenger.

Such power!

The crowd is stunned silent. Such deliberate termination is enough to call for his banishment from the sport. The champion knows the risk he takes.

I do the forbidden and dare to venture into his thoughts. In him I see a grand vision for Cybertron's future.

As commentator I must remain impartial…

All look to me for my ruling.

I declare Megatron the undisputed victor.

As the hungry crowd cheers, the champion finds his first ally.

And as the dream of memory fades…

I awaken to the drum of my fuel pump. The humming vibration of my systems testifies that I am back online.

Cogs turn and gears tick with a clockwork precision that assures me of no sustained damage before my internal diagnostics conclude the same.

I can determine the status of my internal workings from the minutest cacophonous echo within.

All systems in harmony mark perfect working order.

The purr of Ravage within indicates his satisfactory operating efficiency.

I hear the grating laugh of the traitorous lieutenant whose null ray, meant for Megatron, I intercepted.

My revenge shall come in the sounds of Starscream's sweet silence.

After all these vorns, I still know where my loyalties lie.