When Smokescreen comes in, Megatron backs away from Soundwave’s berth, letting go of his thin servo.
“I’m regaining strength, but I welcome distraction.”
Megatron glares at Smokscreen for the pitiful rev, but has found success with small victories. He lets it slide.
“There had been no change these last few weeks. His brain is active, his nanites had repaired any damage from the battle, but he has yet to awaken.”
Singer had warned him that it was similar to when Megatron himself was in a coma for several weeks. There was no way of being able to tell when, or if he would wake up. The warlord clenches his fists. His voice is quieter the second time.
“There has been no change.”
Hey, it was a rev! Smokescreen finally transforms, though mostly to come closer and pat Megatron, then hold his arm looking worried for him. He’s quiet for several moments, not sure what to say.
“This kinda thing takes time, right? I’m sure he’ll be back before we know it. And wait, if his brain’s active, there’s gotta be something going on, right? Would there be some way to know what’s going on with his mind?”
It would take time, but how much time no one could say. When he had used dark energon, he’d been connected to Soundwave in the way that all infected creatures were. He could feel the energy within him, felt its pull and was able to pull back. They hadn’t been able to bond properly, but he imagined it might feel something like that someday. He mourned its absence, even if he was grateful he wasn’t mourning Soundwave any longer. He shook his helm.
“Soundwave’s mind is the most heavily encrypted system in several galaxies. He can’t be accessed if he doesn’t want to be accessed, and all of this has activated his security programs. The most we can tell is that he is dreaming or reliving some memory… as I once did in that very berth.”
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