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Chapter #3
Soundwave to reprogram her.
by: Unknown
Arcee groaned as she felt her body's systems beginning to operate once more. As she began to stir the two-wheeler began to wonder what was happening. What she was doing before falling unconscious. When her eyes were about to open so she could inspect her surroundings Arcee picked up an audio pitch that was agonizing to listen to. She screamed in pain while trying to lift her arms to cover her ear only to discover she could not. Something was keeping them in place. Moments later the pitch had stopped, much to Arcee's relief, and she opened her eyes to find herself terrified at what she found.
Arcee had discovered that she was held captive inside the Decepticon warship. This was only the second worst place she imagined herself being, outranked by being a head on Airachnid's trophy wall. Looking around she recognized the room as the medical bay from her and Bee's infiltration mission. Arcee scanned her immediate area to find she was bound locked in restraints on an examination table. She looked to her left and right hoping there was something she could use to break her binds but there was nothing. Seeing no other solution Arcee began slamming her wrist cuffs against the locks. The sound produced was loud but Arcee didn't care if she was attracting attention. She wanted to get out and fast.
When a few minutes passed and Arcee found she had made little progress in her efforts to escalate. Her arms had become tired and she decided to rest. Given the amount of noise she made Arcee figured the Cons may have forgotten about her. It was unlikely but the idea made her chuckle easing her stress. This did not last as she was about to resume her attempts at freedom when she heard footsteps coming from outside the lab and they were getting closer. Arcee panicked and starting working as fast as she could to break her restraints before whoever outside walked in. It was too late. A tall, slender figure entered the room. His footsteps were the only sound he made as he moved closer to Arcee, staring at the Autobot the entire time. Arcee could feel her internals freezing up in fear. The Decepticon in front of her was one she could never mistake for another. The head of Decepticon security and Megatron's most devout lieutenant. Soundwave. The spy master remained silent and still as his visor covered face stared at Arcee. She could see her reflection and noticed the fear spread across her face.
Summoning all her courage Arcee began to interrogate Soundwave. "Why have you brought me here?" She asked with a voice filled with anger. Soundwave did not reply. This was typical of the spy master. He usually "spoke" through recordings from other Decepticons. It seemed he had none at hand to use as a reply. Arcee frowned with annoyance. Talking to a mute Soundwave was almost like talking to a metal wall. Despite this she continued asking questions.
"What are you going to do? Have your doctor dissect me then melt my body for scrap?" Soundwave shook his head. Knock Out wasn't a part of his plan. If he wanted the Autobot dead she would be already. He needed her alive. "Then what do you want with me?" Again. Soundwave said nothing. Arcee was becoming more irate at the Decepticon's refusal to answer and yelled one more time at him. "Answer me!"
There was a period state of silence in the room. What Soundwave did in response was something Arcee never expected. He spoke. In his own voice.
"Female Autobot. Test Subject." He said, his voice lacking any emotion. Arcee, despite her shock and disbelief of having just heard her captor's true voice, frowned in anger once more and barked back. "Whatever you're planning, Con, it won't work."
"False. Experiment will succeed. Autobot's life depends on it."
Arcee's eyes widened hearing Soundwave's retort as he deployed one of his tentacle appendages. The hose shaped limb slithered in the air as it moved closer towards its prey. Arcee, starting to panic, tried struggling once more against her restraints while searching the room for anything that could help. Soundwave watched her fidget and squirm in feat before uttering one last statement,
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