Freak Out}Soundwave/OPEN]

[Griffon Fae]

Outskirts Passed Jasper
February 9th
11:08 PM


He couldn't say that today's visit was much of a success at all. His mother seemed as casual and content as ever, having a good time as she craved her cigarettes, and then randomly trying to kill herself even when her own red headed son was watching. She had smashed her glass of orange juice and tried to maim her own Jugular Vein in hopes that this time would be the time. Ms. Fae appeared to have lost all empathy for her son and slashed at him for trying to stop her and the bleeding. He ended up sitting in a waiting room after he acquired his own stitches, hearing that she would be all and well as usual. She wasn't awake by the time he had left, her favorite truffles waiting for her on the side table next to the bed they had strapped her down to. She needed eighteen stitches, he needed nine, in his face across his nose. It didn't appear that bad, perhaps it wouldn't scar. That wasn't his main concern of course as he sat silently behind his well kept vehicle's steering wheel. He could tell by the tell tale signs of different gauges that V I N N Y had been speeding around again.

All in all where most would complain and cry over a day like this, Griffon saw tonight's events to be completely normal. Ah that sneaky woman, she actually got herself this time, he couldn't believe they actually allowed her to have glass. She must of batted those lashes and promised to behave, those suckers. He had left her behind one of those fancy cigars she had once puffed on in earlier childhood days of his. As for how she was going to light it, she was creative enough with making each visit interesting so she could probably cook up some sort of concoction in order to light her gift he knew she would prize far more. In the end she loved him, but she wanted said end and she wanted it now. Nothing more waited here for her and she didn't want to be made to wait any longer to gain some peace and serenity.

His Challenger took an eased right as he allowed his lone drive to stay around the speed limit, hoping to let it last before his AI friend asked him of his night tonight. Marge always knew to have coffee brewing, it took her three days in a row of watching him go back and forth before she had attacked him with the vaccuum as her way of insisting she'd take over. Marge, he regret the fact that she couldn't talk, or well, that she wouldn't. Instead, she chose acts of violence against him. He never faught back, he knew better. He just stayed out of her way. Never defy Marge if you wish to keep your shins intact.

[Soundwave]

Soundwave had been watching this fellow for some time.

He had quickly and efficiently absorbed the data of this young man’s life. The domestic details were largely unimportant, except for the one lead regarding the boy’s female genitor. She lived locked in an asylum, which forced Griffon to go out of his way to see her. Soundwave had quietly logged the information away weeks ago while he studied his target. It would make him an easier target when he went to see her. Humans often dealt with emotional problems like that alone, though he didn’t understand why.

Ordinarily he wouldn’t have cared about this random human, but Lord Megatron had taken an interest in him, and Soundwave had unquestioningly obliged. He soon discovered that his Lord had been on to something. This boy was very intelligent, especially where technology was concerned, and the more Soundwave watched him, the deeper he delved into Griffon’s life, his work, the more surprises he uncovered.

Griffon had experience with AIs.

AIs were interesting entities. They were the closest thing that Earth had to offer as an analogue to Cybertronian life. That was definitely worth looking into, and the first time he got a chance, he’d snag the young man and take him in for questioning and study. He’d been investigating the mysterious sightings in the southern states while simultaneously monitoring Griffon. Just two days ago he’d been in Florida, and he was still in a good mood from locating Ravage. His loyal feline symbiont was not yet ready for a new mission, though, so when Soundwave learned that Griffon would be venturing out alone to visit his mother, he had departed with only Laserbeak for company.

Soundwave drifted now through the dark sky, in his sleek drone-like alt mode; Laserbeak had rocketed on ahead, and was fast approaching Griffon’s car from above. Hopefully this would go smoothly and quickly. The sooner he got to the Nemesis and delivered his prize to Megatron, the sooner he could continue to tend to Ravage.

They followed the car for some time, too high to be detected, until Soundwave gave his symbiont a silent signal. Laserbeak swooped down, wasting no time and firing a line of plasma bolts directly in front of Griffon’s car; she was out of his range of vision, so it looked for all the world like purplish lightening was striking the road ahead of him. Laserbeak would not fire directly at the vehicle, but she would take potshots in an attempt to slow him down.

[Griffon Fae]

He almost envied the night. The night sky secretly, was always there, just changing from the lit up day that bathed in light with help of the sun to the dark fall where the moon came out to stalk the inhabitants of Earth relentlessly. Whether or not you knew it, the moon was there, and it was watching. The difference between it and they which offended many if used wrong in their rule book was often deemed appropriate or morally wrong in his own without second guess.

Due to exhaustion which pleaded with him to crawl into bed at some point tonight, his old habits were ignored as his glasses cried out to be fixed correctly upon his nose even though they did not need them. He blinked, unamused, pushing thoughts of today from his head along with the enticing image of his clean bed calling out to him. Perhaps tonight, no coffee, he would sleep at a decent time and stay asleep long enough to not have furniture look as though it's gotten up and began to crawl away from him clear across the room. With sleep deprivation, he had indeed seen that before. An old broken record that V I N N Y relayed to him countless over and over about the risk and health factors.

The flash of light could have almost been seen as a pink, purple aftermath of destruction enveloping it. His vehicle took a harsh turn right, clear off the road where it was not meant to be. He swerved as the plasma particles from the shots reigned down in front of him. Plasma did indeed, naturally give off of lightning, if he wasn't mistake, it might of been lightning itself. He drove forward, faster than he had just now. Confusion set in, trying to figure out what was going on. Nothing had hit his car, which meant, he was truly that tired? No, the light had been too bright. His ride's engine roaring to life, Griffon took off, back onto the road as he turned back onto it and had reached over one hundred with ease. He checked his mirrors, looking, trying to find what that was alongside keeping an eye on the road. Griffon wasn't entirely sure what to make of this other htan a freak occurrence. Though tempted to get out in order to start an investigation, he waited, seeing if it would occur again in the background, before him, or perhaps, on him.

[Soundwave]

Laserbeak queried her master as to whether or not she should intercept. Soundwave responded with a negative electronic burst; he wanted her to be cautious. This human was likely not armed for any kind of combat, but he wanted to be extremely careful with his symbiont. He began to descend, bringing himself closer to the car, sending another wordless, wireless set of instructions to Laserbeak.

She sped up, pulling in front of Griffon so that he would be able to see her angular, cobalt form in the glare of his headlights, before she suddenly strafed to the left, raking the asphalt with plasma bolts. She still wasn’t directly attacking him, but if Griffon had been unaware that something very weird was going on, then he surely would know now.

Above, Soundwave brought himself lower; Griffon would be able to tell from the sound that something very large was hovering over him, but it would be difficult for him to make out Soundwave’s form because of the fact that the Cybertronian was directly above his car. In addition, Soundwave’s dark, matte coloration made him hard to spot in the shadows of the night.

Besides, Griffon was probably more concerned with the winged thing darting in and out of his vision, blasting the concrete in front of him. Though she wasn’t hitting his car, she was tearing up the road, and Griffon was about to be in for a bumpy ride.

[Griffon Fae]

Just what the hell had that been all about?! The spectacled man continued through watchful observation, looking to see what else, if anything more occurred or if his nervous system had just decided now of all times for him to have a meltdown. The odd bow tie he wore matched his puzzled, somewhat punch drunk expression right now as those images lit up in his mind. Normally the outer of the strike's glare would produce the coloration whether blue or purple, whilst inside remained a white whether do by energy, charged particles, or temperature. The plasma rays before him seemed slightly off in coloration alone. The center was night had not been that blinding white.

The inquiry of lightning and its coloration/chargers dropped immediately as a more important concern proposed itself on his list. His large blue eyes blinked at the arrival of Laserbeak, though only when he was already driving over the large pot holes. When he saw something swoop around the front to begin fire, luckily, he had thought to slow down a bit. This meant his car wouldn't be hurled off the road, though it did appear to be having quite a fit as it bucked and reared angrily. Being thrown around uncomfortably, his seatbelt his only tie to reality as he kept watch on Laserbeak while trying to regain control of his vehicle. The front end slammed off the side of the road once more, the back end lowered as if caught. He fixed the gear and then slammed his foot on the gas, making sure to lock his door whilst taking the time to reach across and do the same for the passenger's side door. Older model meant he couldn't just do these such things with the click of a button, which he was now coming to regret, strongly. He had well noticed the sound, the presence Soundwave emitted, his mind racing for answers, explanations as his eyes darted from beneath his glasses that now sat lopsided on his face where they had been thrown.

[Soundwave]

Laserbeak swooped in front of the vehicle in a neat arc as Soundwave swerved to follow its course; when he saw that the Challenger had gotten momentarily stuck, and that the human was trying to drive free of the obstacle, he decide to see what he could do as far as preventing that went. Soundwave transformers in mid-air, landing heavily with one foot on either side of the car. His long limbs made such a stance possible.

Then he bent down and smoothly grasped the rear of the vehicle with both hands, lifting the two back tires clear of the ground with little effort. The older vehicle had rear-wheel drive, which meant that if the back two tires were off the ground, the car was going nowhere. While he held the vehicle immobile, he smoothly and easily commanded Laserbeak through their mental link. She arced in front of the car once more, materializing out of the darkness to be seen by the glare of Griffon’s headlights, as she made two quick, neat shots to the front tires.

They half blew, half-melted. Soundwave only then dropped the rear of the car. He stepped away, pausing for a moment to recall Laserbeak, who twisted in midair, swooping down to come up to rest against his chest, where she clicked into place. He felt her mental signature merge peacefully and harmoniously with his own, and only then turned his attention to the vehicle.

He could go in after the human, but he was going to wait and see if Griffon would make a run for it. That would definitely make things easier. For now, though, Soundwave watched and waited, silent and inscrutable, his face screen blank. Should Griffon look out of his window, he would not see much of the Decepticon. He would have to roll his window down or open his door to see the dark slim mech in his entirety, but he would be able to see that something massive was standing beside his car.

[Griffon Fae]

"Hehn?!" It could definitely be said that tonight wasn't Griffon's night. Just when there was a hope, a chance at freedom, he saw the thin, oddly built legs set down with a menacing thud from his point of view. His mouth was slightly ajar at this, pushing off of the steering wheel so not to lean forward as the structure protecting him leaned forward and the back tires picked up. He hadn't realized this whole time that his foot was still on the petal, the back tires spinning as if they too wished to escape. He took his foot off, watching Laserbeak as he unbuckled himself and stared at the design of the alien creature. He felt as though now was not the time to stop and look, but he had to know. He took his phone from his pocket, catching an idea, wishing that at least whoever discovered his once unscathed car that they would think to check the contents including that of the pictures on his phone. Somewhat shakily setting the flag off, correcting his glasses so to have both better aim and vision, before shutting off the flash and taking a picture of Laserbeak as she began to ruin the front get away tires of his car. This robotic entity made him stop and think, wonder if someone else had built them, in that case, just where had they come from?! He hit send to one of the participants on the cell phone, before shutting if off ( so not to kill the battery ) and shoving it between his seat and the arm that separated the next. With these being robots, he hoped that they would not reach the signal whilst it remained shut off. Just in case, he buried it deeper just in time for his car to set back down heavily and for himself to try not to fall forward as he gave a whimper. Why now? What exactly were they after?

He knew the bird-like Decepticons and her Commander were out there, but there was no way he wanted to go and find out. Was it because of the things he built? Robotics, computer system scripting, weaponry? God he hoped not. He hoped they wanted something besides him, would take whatever it was, and leave. He pondered for a moment frightfully, wondering if these were his last moments, eyes shifting here and there as he sank lower into the seat so to at least be a little more comfortable knowing he wasn't seen himself. Isaac and Biggs had been right, you never knew just what you were going to run into out here! Now he just prayed this isn't what they meant, because if it was and they didn't warn him.. Just because he's the skinny guy, didn't mean one wasn't to fear his wrath.

[Soundwave]

Soundwave waited patiently. Perhaps he should just stand here. The human was bound to come out eventually... but humans could be rather stubborn, and if he waited until another driver came long, things could get problematic. Better just to get it over with. Really, what did the human think was going to happen? Did it think that Soundwave was just going to go away after trashing its car? He had very methodically disabled it. Obviously, he wanted what was inside.

But humans were strange, irrational creatures. He still didn’t quite understand them, after all his years of careful surveillance. He knelt down to one knee, the gesture abrupt, but smooth and fluid, and stared in the window for a moment. His face screen was blank, except for a thin green frequency graph that registered the soft sounds of the night--and perhaps Griffon’s muffled scream, if he reacted so.

Then he drew one hand out and very calmly punched through the driver’s side window.

He was careful and precise, so he would not hit Griffon; the fist stopped just a few centimeters inside the window threshold. He then proceeded to calmly grip the door with his spindly fingers and, bracing his other hand against the car, pulled, yanking the door free in one easy motion. Griffon had time to react as Soundwave very casually discarded the door. Now that the mech was kneeling, most of his form was somewhat visible; his dark coloration made him hard to see, but his chassis was marked, in places, by glowing purple lines that gave the human some idea as to his general shape.

[Griffon Fae]

The quiet, though he hoped it would be, was not reassuring in the least. Somehow he knew whatever happened was now inevitable, whatever it was that was going on, even though his instincts told him to prolong it. He thought the hope was due to him becoming delusional over a panic attack, holding his breath rather than rapidly taking it in without realizing it as he looked about. He could think things through right now though, while he had the chance. If this is what they were talking about, then, did being affiliated with MECH bring this upon himself? Who built these robots and how did they know about him and his work? He had been careful to appear as someone who just fixed appliances, only when sure, taking up requests as he had done for Jack Hurst. Jack couldn't of been trying to get rid of him this way, it was far too much work when it came to whatever this mech was doing. Not only that, but he didn't know of anyone else in this country so able when it came to robotic design.

It looked and sounded though as it was time to find out just what was going on. His head turned towards the hand punching in his window, lifting an arm so not to let too much of the glass rain down on his face. Ignoring that of which collected in his hair, he tore from his hiding spot, unlocked the passenger door, and exited on that side. He didn't let the door slam, and though he wanted to hide there, he knew this one was probably not stupid enough to just walk off and leave him there. If anything, it could make things worse. He figured his glasses again, though with a twitchy hand as he backed away from the vehicle, taking a good look at the one that had easily removed the driver's side door and thrown it. He could already tell with house easy Soundwave located him, well, it wasn't hard, he was the only driver out here right now, this mech would easily catch up with him if he tried to run. He wanted to speak out, delaying for a moment as he took in the Decepticon's design. The structure was something he hadn't seen before, the design scheme. "What do you want?!" Finally shouting out, taking a step back again, bracing himself for whatever was about to come, heart racing, now realizing that he should probably regularly taking in oxygen again so not to pass out. Ignoring the fact his stitches had been brushed painfully in his escape.

[Soundwave]

Soundwave straightened as Griffon scrambled out of the other side of the car, calmly taking in the human’s appearance. He was behaving as expected, in that he was frightened, which was driving him to further irrationality, despite the fact that a calm mind would have been his greatest asset in a situation like this. Humans. Still, he supposed everyone was entitled to behave irrationally about something. He’d certainly been guilty of such, in the past.

He did not respond to the human’s demands, at least not with words. Griffon would get his answer soon enough, though. Soundwave neatly stepped over the car, not at all hampered thanks to both his long limbs and the Challenger’s low-slung design, and stood before Griffon. Provided the human did not move, he just stared down at the other for a moment, assessing him. The human had been damaged, but not by Soundwave. These creatures were fragile, and heeded to be transported with care, because Griffon would do no good to Lord Megatron dead.

Soundwave then knelt. He would give the human a chance to calm down. It didn’t seem to be in control of its intakes, and that couldn’t be good for it. Soundwave meant it no harm, after all. He was just here to transport it, and though it was clearly an adult, it still looked rather… young, and harming younglings put a sour taste in Soundwave mouth. Or, well, it would, if he had a mouth. Slowly, carefully, he extended one hand, palm-up, the way a human might appeal to a stray cat.

[Griffon Fae]

With each step, Griffon's eyes grimaced with each step taken by Soundwave whilst the rest of his body stayed in place. As if bracing himself for an impact he did not want, he still managed to stay where he was rather than running when such would lead him nowhere other than to cause this other to react in a way that would most likely upset him and cause him to spaz out. The mask was seen as unique, wondering just how many were out there and how many different varieties of this robot existed. Again, the same questions; where did they come from and who built them?

A bit of glass, much of it grainy or dust-like, rained down from his orange hair with his movements as he stepped away again, trying to gain distance from the Decepticon higher up. His first question had gone unanswered, so who was to say any other he had would be so lucky?

In comparison to Griffon, this robot was large and towered over him. Said engineer couldn't help but feel even shorter than before as he stared up at the silent alien. This fact did not help at all when Soundwave decided to come closer, reaching out gradually an open hand. The brave ones you heard in stories like Indiana Jones might of climbed on as if destiny, but Griffon found such actions to be stupid and not clearly thought out. He was aware of the possibilities and the fact that this one had taken such care to get him out of the vehicle. He only wanted Griffon out, out in the open where he could get to him. What was the whole point? If he were to kill him, the rational thing would of been to destroy the Challenger. Many options still lay open, abduction, study, meeting. The extended hand appeared to be some sort of greeting perhaps, calm and silent, not portraying any prejudice or aggression. His own defensive arms lowered, at his sides though not allowed to fall completely still just in case Soundwave took on an entirely different approach from not getting the response he wanted. Who are you? What are you? Who sent you? He'd have to pick his words wisely. "Where did you come from?" He hoped above all that this didn't give Soundwave the thought that he was completely okay with this being answered by a kidnapping to show him just where he was from. Unfortunately, he was going to find out soon enough whether he liked it or not.

[Soundwave]

Well, the boy wasn’t running and screaming, so Soundwave had that going for him. He decided to continue to take it slow, to keep things calm. It wasn’t as if Megatron had given him a time limit on his task, and Soundwave had waited long enough already. He withdrew his hand slightly as Griffon began to speak, and waited patiently for the human to ask his question.

Soundwave did not verbally respond. He pointed up with one of his unusually long arms, curling all of his digits except for a single slender finger. Obviously he had come from the sky, but he hoped the human would infer a greater meaning from the simple gesture. He was not from this world. He had no problem sharing that with the boy.

As a matter of fact, it would probably be useful if Megatron wanted this person questioned. If the human thought that his captors answered to anyone but themselves, if he thought he could use some sort of leverage among Earth’s power structure to get himself free, he might resist. If he knew he was in the grasp of creatures far more advanced than he, then perhaps he would do what was logical and comply with them.

Soundwave wouldn’t hold his intakes for that, though.

He let his hand drift back down and held his position, kneeling in front of Griffon. If asking more questions would further calm the human, then he was welcome to that. He readied his tentacles where they were coiled under his chest plates just in case, though.

[Griffon Fae]

Though his heart still pounded, it was calming somewhat as he steadied his breath once more. Griffon was much more appreciative of Soundwave now than he was before. One would think remaining in the vehicle was his safer bet, in this situation, perhaps not so much. Head lifting somewhat towards the stars as his bright blue eyes too shifted, his lips parted in silent, somewhat hidden amazement as if he didn't want to admit his feelings on that. He looked back at Soundwave who had stolen his interest, knowing very well if nothing more happened tonight ( which he was sure wasn't the case ) he would end up trying to find this mech, or perhaps one of his friends, again. It wasn't hard nor had it taken long, this robotic creature before him was of alien race, or so he said. Leave it to Griffon to be a skeptic of liars in a case like this, for now, he went with it, he wasn't going to deny it for now.

In the back of his mind, he still knew this wouldn't be the end of this and that back area asked of him to continue the questions in order to try and change tonight's outcome. His attention had definitely be caught by Soundwave, if he were to bother with anymore questions, he would have to word them for the silent one didn't appear to be one to vocalize his questions. Perhaps these people could not, these robotic people. If this weren't dangerous and frightening, it might of been a gift to him.

He hated the question of which came to mind, he didn't want the answer, whatever it were to be. He didn't want to climb onto Soundwave's hand, every molecule of his body held him there with shifty eyes that kept on Soundwave and his offered, more or less, commanding hand calling for him to join this Decepticon in flight tonight. If he had known it was possible he wouldn't be returning after tonight, he would have done something special with his mother, he would have made sure Marge, Derp, and V I N N Y were well attended to, and he would of let Mr. Hurst know it was likely he wouldn't be seeing him on matters of business for awhile. Hell, he might of taken his car speeding for once, like his daring friend did. V I N N Y was right, life was too short for those who found themselves imprisoned in dying bodies.

[Soundwave]

The human was being silent, and Soundwave was being silent. Ironically, Soundwave normally preferred silence. Vocal communication was not necessary between him and his symbionts (though some of them had always insisted on running their mouths, and for a moment Soundwave’s spark twisted painfully at the memory of Rumble’s voice), and by and large he found unnecessary chatter irritating. Now, here he stood, waiting for a human, of all creatures, to speak. Wanting the human to speak.

Finally, he relented. It was up to him. He did a sweep of the area, filtering in radio communications from across the entire state. Soundwave’s specialty was communications, and he performed said specialty well. The static poured forth from his vocalizer, studded with clips of sound, half-spoken words and a mash of human voices as Soundwave scanned the channel to bring forth the words he did not want to speak.

He had always been loathe to share the sound of his voice. Now, since the war, since the changes it had made to his body, he was even more reluctant to do so. “We came… far away,” the radio chatter said, “Watching.” He repeated the same audio clip, “Watching. Watching.” And continued to stare down at Griffon. He could have introduced himself, but he decided not to. He might not have wanted to cause this young creature undue harm, but he didn’t trust this creature.

“You--will--come.”

[Griffon Fae]

If anything, the silence had suited him more, far more than Soundwave's poor decision of choice. He stared reluctantly at the empty hand, inviting him to climb aboard. He had to wonder how Soundwave would react in Griffon's declining his offer. Later he'd kick himself due to wanting to know so very much what would of happened if he dared the acceptance of this invite, wonder more about these mechanical people, though he'd also be grateful to not have faced what else could of been. There were many possibilities and outcomes that could not be good.

How Soundwave broke the silence, preventing Griffon from ask 'now what?' which he was afraid would lead to the same conclusion that was being brought up now. How could he nicely explain to this robot from another world that he did not wish to embark on this journey, especially after the creepy response to his broken silence that he had been given in return. He could tell these words were not his own, wondering if he'd be able to answer further. "What do you need me for? By the looks of it, you're well set with technology." Oh yes, not to worry, he was merely sporting a casual conversation with the killer, demanding alien.