A Priori, A Posteriori

99. Meeting -- Cosmos, Soundwave -- Rating PG


It was during a battle that they met. Cosmos was hunkered down behind a rock face for cover, praying back up would arrive in time. His patrol had accidentally stumbled across a Decepticon mining group and now they were all pinned. He slid around the side of the rock face, hoping to get a chance to get airborne or to circle back to his teammates. Making his way around a corner he turned only to be stopped suddenly by a chest-plate, ablue chest-plate, with a glaring purple Decepticon logo on it.

Cosmos cried out only to be struck and knocked to the ground. He trembled as a concussion blaster was pointed to his helm. He offlined his optics, not wanting to watch his own death. He wasn't a fighter, he was just a mech doing what he could. He waited for his death.

He felt a knee come to press into his chest holding him down, and he onlined his optics in shock. The blaster was still pointed at his head, but the Decepticon had grabbed his right servo, the servo that still had traces of the temporary paint on it.

Breaking out of his shock Cosmos attempted to jerk his servo away and escape.

The blaster whirred as it cycled on and Cosmos froze.

"Demand; explanation."

That could be taken in many ways, and for a moment Cosmos was at a loss until he realized Soundwave still had a hard grip on his painted servo.

"Last night cycle was the twelfth orn. I preformed the corresponding ritual, to the best of my abilities." His head felt a little fuzzy and he panicked at the thought that Soundwave might be reading his mind.

Soundwave's face was a blank mask, "Statement; belief that Primus sends visions to torment you, Incorrect. Statement; Primus loves all his children. Loves most of all those that do his will."

Cosmos trembled, to hear his innermost fears spoken and then cast aside was, it was a powerful feeling. "Those that do his will?"

"Statement; those that hold true to the covenant, those that work to do the bidding of Primus, those that work towards the true future of Cybertron." The grip on his servo tightened, "Soundwave; not aware Autobots remembered the rituals." 

Cosmos whimpered as his servo was crushed, "My creator taught me. She taught me to light the lamps and drink the energon." This was so strange, what did Soundwave want? Why talk to him if he was just going to offline him? If he could just hack his processor and gain all the information he wanted.

Soundwave seemed to suddenly tense, and then releasing Cosmos's servo he reared back and struck him across the helm. Cosmos knew no more.


Soundwave stood quickly glancing down at the Autobot. Megatron had commed him and if he didn't go soon he risked his leader's wrath. Still, he never thought he would see an Autobot that knew the old ways, and to think that this mech dreamed the Primus induced dreams.

He raised his blaster pointing it at the mech's spark ready to take the shot.

Megatron commed again, demanding his presence on the battle field.

He lowered the blaster and left to respond to Megatron's call, the Autobot's mental impression still on his processor.