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Megatron walks down the halls of the Nemesis. The tingling in the back of his processor starts to irritate him.
:Soundwave, report your activities,: Megatron says over the comm. link.
:Cassettes: Recon. Location: Nevada.:
If Soundwave is in the state Nevada, his telepathy should not work, should it? Megatron looks behind him. The hallway is empty and no one is in front of him. Why does it feel like some is watching him?
:Who is on shift in the communications center?: Megatron asks Soundwave over the comm..
:Current shift: Rumble and Frenzy,: Soundwave says.
If Rumble and Frenzy are in the communications room, they were most likely playing some game on the fleshly gaming site and not watching the monitors. So who was watching him? Megatron looks around the hallway. His gaze falls on the wall to his right, the full length of the wall is Cybertronian glass. Nothing but water for as far as he can see. Megatron continues walking down the hall, the tingle comes back. He glances at the window wall. Nothing. He turns and starts to walk. Before he takes a step, he looks at the window. Still nothing.
“What am I doing?” Megatron grumbles and walks down the hall. He turns down the hall to the right, the tingle comes back. He glances at the window. Nothing. :Rumble, Frenzy.:
:Uh . . . yes big boss,: Rumble says.
:Is there anything on the radar?: Megatron asks stepping closer to the window.
:Nah,: Rumble says.
Megatron starts walking backwards, maybe it followed his movement. He watches, movement from the top of the window catches his attention. The silvery creature moves a few paces behind him. He stops and the silvery creature slows. He walks forward and the silvery creature turns to follow him.
“Interesting,” Megatron says and steps closer to the window. The silvery creature comes closer; its nose touches the glass before taking off toward the surface. “Organic creatures are the strangest.”
Megatron starts to slowly walk backwards to see if the creature would come back. He bumps into someone and falls backward on them.
“Watch where you’re going!” Starscream says and sees who ran into him. “Lord Megatron, what . . . what are you doing?”
“I was walking, what are you doing stepping into my path,” Megatron says, grabbing Starscream’s arms.
“I was . . . uh . . . there was someone following me,” Starscream says looking around the hall.
“Did you see anyone following you?” Megatron asks.
“No,” Starscream says. “They always vanished when I turned to look. I figured if I walked backwards I could catch them.”
“And did you?” Megatron asks.
“No,” Starscream says and looks down. He glances at the window, optics brightening. “What is that?”
Megatron lets go of Starscream to look. He smirks as the silver creature comes back to the window.
“It has been following me,” Megatron says.
“You had a dolphin follow you,” Starscream says and steps up to the window. The dolphin makes a circle in front of the glass. Another dolphin comes up and nudges the first. “A dolphin was following me too.”
“You know these creatures?” Megatron asks.
“I wasn’t a xenobiologist for nothing,” Starscream says, putting his servos on his hips. “It was my job to learn about other species. Something I have missed in the eons we’ve spent roaming space to find your playmate Prime and all the years we spent in stasis.”
“What are these dolphins like?” Megatron asks as he watches them play.
“Well they seem to be sentient, they have their own language,” Starscream says. “Their streamline bodies allow them to move the water at great speeds. They are friendly with the fleshlies. They eat other fish. Some are domesticated and are kept in large tanks for the fleshlies to see.”
“They are kept as pets?” Megatron says. :Constructicons, I have a project for you.: “How long do they live?”
“Around 17 to 25 fleshly years,” Starscream says.
“Interesting,” Megatron says and walks away from Starscream. The seeker looks confused at Megatron for a few kliks.
“I haven’t told you that they must breathe air,” Starscream yells down the hall. “What is he up to?”