Soundwave x Human Oc

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Ch. 19; Mistaken Intentions

"An alien invasion-"

"Aliens-"

"Apparently this is alien life that-"

"The government has been hiding away alien-"

"An alien fortress-"

"Unknown aliens-"

The barista shut off the tv with a single wave of the remote, a sigh escaping the red-head's lips before she slumped against the counter; exhausted and irritated from the latest news. Brown eyes scanned the room, despite this 'invasion' just miles over in Jasper sales were steady, and customers kept coming.

Two men in suits sat by the window, their small talk seeming to grow loud and eccentric with every shared story. Three older women were in the back, a younger group of college students from UNR at the booth and two business associates exchanging papers at the corner table. Then there was that girl...the odd one who came in, ordered a coffee everyday and sat in the same spot if it was open. She'd read a book, or watch the tv...or just stare out the window with such a bitter countenance, hateful to anyone who'd attempt communication.

The barista simply sighed and continued wiping the counter, setting the remote to the side and crinkling her nose at the smell of household cleaner. The sky looked milky, the roads were desolate and Reno had been quiet. People were moving away, trying to head to the coast or back east with family as if terrified of the unearthly visit. Riots, looting, suicides across the nation...the whole nine yards as far as apocalyptic nonsense going into effect even as their tiny community of Reno did less than panic. Mankind's reaction might have been even more intimidating than the aliens themselves. Vegas was dead of its usual tourists, Elko deserted, all commercial flights on the west coast grounded and the United States was in lockdown according to the government. A replay of September eleventh with more of an...unexpected twist.

She looked back out the window at the sound of a car, something rather foreign since the desertion of Nevada in the past week. It's engine was steady, a low rumble and a smooth park as the Aston Martin pulled into a parallel space and sat idle as if waiting.

"Is that your ride outside? The red one?" One of the men at the window asked his associate, his tone curious.

That simple question in the overheard conversation made Elise stiffen, her breathing hitched and everything suddenly slowed into some odd form of disbelief...perhaps her overreacting to an eerie coincidence. The barista watched her from behind the register, a brow raising at such an odd reaction. But...there were millions of red cars, literally, so hearing something like this shouldn't have even attracted her attention much less scared her half to death. There was no way in hell this was-

"Nope, Marie drives a Nissan. But damn...nice rims."

"-Knockout." She mumbled under her breath, a shaky and yet excited feeling erupting in the pit of her stomach with mixed emotions; a vague sense of pain from the situation bubbled in her gut. She swiftly stood from her seat and took a breath, refusing to look behind her towards the entree window and instead at the cold coffee that'd gone to waste as it sat idle beside a recently finished book. She found herself re-reading the last page over and over again...its outcome scary and yet something of mercy; the main character being taken and never seen again.

Elise shook her head, threw down a twenty, and finally forced herself into turning to look through the window with a clenched jaw and a firm grip on her the back of the chair, an unnecessarily loud noise screeching from the tile as she darted from her position and swiftly slid the wooden stool into its designated spot. It was Knockout; it was Knockout because no one else on this planet had a car that could take such gaudy rims and make them stunning.

A few people glanced up at her ruckus out of curiosity, their eyes swerving from different things as if to not make contact...yet they fell on that disruptive girl that had been sitting with her nose in a book, quiet and practically transparent for hours before suddenly bolting into a state of unsure panic. Her body was tense despite her frantic jog to the door, and the red-head behind the counter was sure that she'd had a thin line of sweat beading down her temple.

The overhead bell rang almost violently as Elise threw open the door with all of her unneeded strength in a sprint, keys hastily pocketed into her sweats as the woman slowed her pace and approached the vehicle in all of its familiarity. That maroon finish, the panel designs, the elegant noise of his engine, the fact that he was parked in a no parking zone...and the odd sensation of joy and happiness overwhelming her entire being as she concluded that Soundwave hadn't forgotten about her.

She blinked as the door opened, their silence abnormal and the passing people paying no mind to the freak of nature staring somewhat longingly or amazed at this fancy car. The brunette sniffled a bit while looking to her motorcycle, feeling guilty for irresponsibly deciding to leave it behind, and stepped inside with her hold on the inner door handle gripped too tight for his liking. She closed it and sat in silence, hazel eyes looking over his dash as he locked up and drove out of the space against the sidewalk, his mood unknown to her entirely.

He hated her so much, for just some unknown reason that even if throughly thought out and put together would still make no sense. Maybe because she was right, or perhaps the fact that all of this could easily and wrongly be labeled as her fault, or because she was an ugly flesh-bag who'd dirtied his finish one too many times. Or maybe because Soundwave was superior to him in her mind, when in reality...well, he just wasn't.

So the girl sitting there, silent, obviously grown and matured and tired...was surly going to die in the palm of his servo possibly during a fit of his bottled rage. It was consuming, almost...this consistent anger that he felt, this urging and throbbing need to act on. Dissecting that insect that had reanimated Breakdown was a relief, more of a cure to his annoyance and anguish exhibited daily...yet this rage...this need to inadvertently kill something or be entertained by squirming and pain was obviously a factor incapable of being fully eliminated from his programming. Such hatred and disdain all appreciated during some small exercise of examination and disassembly. So as she shifted in his seat, fifteen minutes into the drive...he spoke.

"Why'd I even waste my time." He grumbled it, so arrogantly yet so heatedly with this tone that'd seemed to have changed since she'd last heard him talk. It wasn't something for her to answer...in fact the question wasn't even for her, but Elise had to say something. She had to manage at least a few words.

"..." Her lips parted, something attempting to pull away from the back of her throat but failing at the lack of knowledge in what to say. She blurted out what was on her mind, a constant memory that some days had haunted her. "Do you remember...when I used to spend most of the day with you?"

"..." He didn't respond, so she breathed a laugh and changed the subject after a few minutes of lulled silence.

"How did you find me?" His speed picked up as they got into the freeway, several semis passing her view as the sports car sped by.

"Let's just say...it wasn't hard."

"Why are you in Jasper?" She asked, so bluntly. It was a topic she hadn't at all thought of, much less cared about even since they'd mystically constructed a base of operations in the middle of a desert-town. People were scared, that fact was obvious. The media flipped shit and had countless headlines, witty phrases and unexplainable stories shared throughout the nation. And Optimus...the Autobots. Nothing to be heard as far as a counterattack. Just the mention of a robotic-alien army that the marines have yet to fire upon. She didn't blame them. They'd be blown to hell and Elise knew that for a fact. The pentagon knew it too.

"If my gps proves me correct...this isn't Jasper."

"You know what I mean." She narrowed her gaze, lip quirking in response to his smart ass remark.

"Lord Megatron's place of choosing." That sassy tone had almost made her snicker, but so far she'd barely cracked a frown.

"Or did you find the Autobot's base?" He'd forgotten how intelligent she actually was...how smart this human could be depending on the situation.

"...Soundwave had a hand in that."

"Of course." She leaned back into his seat, her hair noticeably longer, her skin paler, her optics duller, and her movements rougher. Elise had aged...and it was so ugly. They never age. They rust, they alter, they upgrade...but aging? That was something entirely foreign to his audio receptors. When Elise had first described it he was appalled, the first thought being on those dark indentations in Megatron's faceplate from the anger and stress. But that could be fixed...it was easily replaceable with only an hour of work that the Decepticon leader refused.

The human skin...organic flesh became thin and flimsy, old and loose against the bone and muscle that held them together as fragile and flimsy beings. He couldn't even imagine knowing that one day he'd grow unattractive and weak, useless and incapable of moving much less work. So as he watched her from his rear-view mirror, that tired expression of growth and time wearing on her face...he actually felt...sympathetic.

"It does feel good to be on the winning team." Elise could hear the grin in his words, the pompous tone making her smirk in some unidentifiable emotion.

"So the Autobots..."

"...are mostly dead." He continued her sentence with pride, some form of agony eating away at her gut in response. No hope, was the only thought. She was torn, suddenly, between a personal decision. There was a split second of fear, that dammed emotion that she hadn't felt in some time. That emotion that her father had warned her of...that emotion that he'd raised her to ignore and conquer.

Yet she still felt it. The thought of allowing herself to even associate with mankind's possible end was terrifyingly nauseating...but she eagerly squirmed in her seat at the simple thought of seeing Soundwave. Of being held by and communicating with Soundwave. It relaxed her a bit, and Knockout purposely slammed against a bump in the road to regain the human's attention. She jumped before narrowing her gaze in the mirror, her lip quirking again and as it always had.

"I didn't think...it would end this way." She mumbled, her stare unfocused and hazed as she breathed a sigh. Oblivion was surprisingly easy to accept, she'd figured that something so crude and quick would be heart-wrenching and cause panic. But it had. This had scared the nation, put everyone into some odd and useless panic. Seekers would drop from the sky and blow away any military force the government had...and the the Pentagon...they wouldn't know what to do.

"I didn't think Megatron would bother with your pathetic planet. I guess not." That tone...so snarky and slick as the smile Elise had pictured on his faceplace grew in her mind. Such odd emotions she felt for the mech...either hateful, pity, or endearing. A mix of constant 'what ifs' that could endanger her life depending on how unstable he was that day. It was all coming back now...all of those memories within his medical bay, every action, every phrase, insult, compliment, joke...almost a year ago.

"I don't think any of us will survive...not if the Prime is gone."

The drive had been a little less than pleasant, but nothing beyond quiet. Uneventful despite his promise to ring her tiny fleshy neck. He found that he couldn't do it...not to Elise. This specific human had made it difficult for him to just step on, or choke or crush. It took him a while to realize it...it took him forever to just register the fact that after such a long amount of human months he'd still thought of her, grimaced at the memory of her flesh-bag face and accused everything bad that'd happened as an after effect of her presence. So despite all of the endless thoughts on killing this human...he couldn't. Knockout just couldn't.

And that look. That blank look she'd worn through the entire drive. That dead, helpless, worthless, ugly look exposing how frigid and fragile she'd truly become without their presence. Elise had stared aimlessly at the remains of Jasper with such a dead glare of disinterest, a face of acceptance and slight grief, but not enough to convince him of the woman's depression and sympathy for her own race. The conflagration burning up the dry brush threatened to touch his finish as he sped down a once populated road, flaring close to his windows and hardly making the girl blink. Nothing seemed to shock her, as if this was all somehow expected despite her former protests of their plans during previous conversations.

He swerved to a stop, the motion pulling her forward and reminding Elise of the street race they'd drove through all that time ago. She stepped out and he transformed, seeming so much larger than she remembered. Hazel eyes looked over this hill they stood on, Jasper eerily quiet with the exception of crackling flames as the fortress across protruded oddly from the landscape. Flyers zipped across the musky sky, traveling, obeying, commanding...painted silver rather than the purple she'd recalled. The human had still held a scowl as her lip quirked at the thought, several motions on why beckoning observation and research.

-Soundwave, meet me at my current coordinates. I have a...surprise.- His tone wavered, and Elise took no notice at all as she stared almost in awe at the structure of their base. The nemesis was beyond huge...so how large was this exactly?

Knockout looked down at the human's meager size before noticing that finally, in the face of absolute death and fear, she smiled. She smiled so wide as this small purple speck in the distance grew closer, and the brunette stuttered a cheerily human laugh as Soundwave transformed mid-air before slamming his stabilizing servos down against the bitter dry desert soil.

Elise quickly wiped away at her tears, the moisture being smeared over her hoodie sleeve as she cried by the mere sight of him. She had run into his awaiting servo and pressed herself against one of his spindly finger components as if he were salvation, the feeling of isolation being lifted and the long forgotten feeling of complacency overwhelmed her. All this destruction and madness and death hadn't even earned a frown...yet some awkwardly silent intelligent officer made her combust with all these sickeningly human emotions. Disgusting. Organic.

Knockout grimaced; quickly changing the expression as the faceless officer looked up, curiosity and hesitation present in that air of perplexity emitting from his chassis. He wanted to know why, obviously. The good doctor wasn't exactly the most generous of people, but either way he groaned at the lack of appreciation and set a servo on his hip. How dare he? Was bringing that little sack of road kill not enough? The mech bit his glossa, for once finding it more appropriate to shut his trap rather than complain.

"Courtesy of Lord Megatron, in favor of...all your efforts." He smirked with a rather bitter tone adorning the overall presentation, his hand gesturing outwards to the human in his palm.

"What?" Her brows furrowed, a mixed look of confusion and anxiety scorning her features. Megatron had this arranged? Megatron had known?!

There was this smirk, this cunning and vindictive expression that made Elise choke on her breath, hazel eyes wide and body shaking in response. That look...the same countenance he wore when the mech had stabbed her leg. A look of keen satisfaction.

"He figured that you'd enjoy taking care of that escaped experiment. Another human specimen to dissect would be useful. Considering we'd need to know everything about them if we're to take over their little dust ball of a planet." His smile grew, and Soundwave stayed quiet...nodding firmly in faux agreement and absentmindedly holding her closer to his chassis. He had planned this...just to ensure her demise. His intentions were nothing of what she'd first thought them to be. Elise swallowed, and for the second time in such a long, long stretch...she felt absolute fear.

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