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It was pandemonium within the rec room of the ARK. The bots in the room all had their hands over their audials, many just opting to turn them down or off (as in the case of Ratchet who was by no means as affected as many of them. Jazz was partially jealous about it). Not a single member of high command knew what to do. And it was only for a fact that no matter what they did, it would end them on a very high slag list with the Decepticons TIC.
Jazz would like to avoid being purposely targeted by that mech, thanks.
Blaster on the other hand almost seemed like he had a death threat if it wasn’t for the fact he was also a Carrier and was less likely to get on Soundwave’s death list. His own cassettes had their optics peeking out from over the table as Blaster tried to calm the smallest of Soundwave’s cassette’s down.
Ratbat had unfortunately gotten knocked out of the sky at some point in the fight earlier that day and Blaster had thankfully been on the field that day. Otherwise, it was almost guaranteed that the small cassette would have been left and most likely attacked by the organics. An unsettling thought, but as a small Decepticon, would have easily become a target.
The red boombox, after checking Ratbat over, to make sure the youngling wasn’t injured besides a few scuffs, was trying his best with a cassette that wasn’t his, but his best sure wasn’t stopping the loud, high-pitched crying from that tiny vocalizer.
None of the present Autobots were happy about the commotion.
Not a single one of them realized something was amiss until the closed doors to the room were suddenly, and violently kicked open. Shrieking echoed through the room as the doors were pried open the rest of the way to reveal Soundwave.
They all froze and shrunk back at the fury teeking wildly from the boombox’s uncontrolled field. None of them even noticed when the crying had stopped and instead soft chirping had replaced the loud noise.
A grin spread on Blaster’s face as he carefully scooped up Ratbat and made his way over to Soundwave. Carefully cradled in his hands, the red boombox held out the other’s child. It was obvious to him, that even with the visor, he was being glared at. The fellow boombox didn’t strike out, just held his own hands out for Ratbat to hop over and doing a quick lookover, shared a nod to Blaster, and turned on his heel strut to stride out of the ARK.
Silence.
“What the frag was that?!”