Chapter 6-The Quiet Ones are the Most Talkative Ones

Today Minuet was beginning her duties as the Chief Psychological Officer or simply C.P.O. Her first task she set out for herself was to evaluate every crew member on the ship so she had an idea of where to start, and what kind of songs everyone like, you know, for research.

She decided to start with the High Officers as they were the smaller pool of Cons, instead of the Dronians.

She had been given her own office space on the ship that was directly connected to a new officer room, which was just bigger. She had some time to furnish it to her liking, so now she has a desk, a computer, a self full of datapads as well as several filing cabinets for her 'paperwork'. She had a chaise lounge chair and a reclining chair with an Energon dispenser in the corner and a closet.

Anyways, the first evaluation was of Soundwave who she considered to be slowly becoming a friend more than her superior officer, why he still was her 'boss' technically remains to be seen but for now she focused on him as a person.

"Please, take a seat." She gestured to the chaise lounge chair, the silent con sat on the soft surface.

She could instantly tell through subtle hints that he was tense, nervous about the whole thing.

"Alright Soundwave, this is going to be very simple, I'd like you to talk about yourself. Now you don't have to divulge anything you don't want too but just know that anything said here won't leave the room, you're privacy matters to me, so try to relax, okay?"

She heard a whisper in her mind, 'Sorry, I just never done this before...I'm nervous.'

"It's alright, let's start simple, how do you do that? The talking in my helm thing, I was curious ever since...well you know…"

'Well I was actually born with the ability, it's a rare trait among Cybertronians, so rare most have never heard of it or if they have it's completely made up in their minds at least. It kinda is a blessing and a curse though.' He seemed to slump slightly as he entwined his long digits together.

"A curse?" He nodded his helm.

'I can not only talk into others minds but I can also read thoughts, most of the time it's involuntary but...when I do have to use it I feel...well it isn't a great feeling. Especially with me being taught from a young age to suppress it.' She gave a curious glance as he went on. 'My Sire and Carrier weren't the most great parents of the entire universe, they were high caste, not as high as the Council but high enough to care about presentation.'

'My sire was a very important mech during those days, he ran a huge corporation that supplied the world with new inventions and new ways to refine Energon into different things. While my carrier was from a well respected family of entrepreneurs with old money that stayed at home most of the time or was off at gala's or important high caste get together's.'

"I see, go on." He seemed to sighed into her mind as he lay back in the chaise.

'Well, to have such a weird and quite frankly a freakish power was something they didn't want in their offspring. As soon as they found out, they went from dotting loving parents, to harsh and cruel control freaks. I was told to be perfect, I was told to suppress my powers, I was told to be what they wanted me to be. Then, like with all things, it came to a bitter and horrible end.'

'My carrier gave birth to twins, a mech and femme, and just like that I was dead to them. First they wouldn't acknowledge me, than they would exclude me from things, then they started telling people that I was sick when they instead locked me in my room. Then, one night, large mechs burst into my chambers, dragged me out of my home and threw me to the Pits of Kaon as a gladiator slave.'

Her optics were wide, "They sold you into slavery?! Ah, I'm so sorry."

He laughed darkly, 'The best part, later on when I earned my freedom I learned that they had told everyone that I was dead, that the sickness had gotten to me. Well, when the war began they chose to side with the Decepticons thinking they would be safer with us then the Autobots, they were wrong, I killed them when they tried to pledge their allegiance to Megatron.'

"What about your siblings?" He sighed.

'I don't know where they are now, all I know is that they became neutrals and left the planet like every other neutral.' She wrote some notes down before asking.

"Soundwave, have you told anyone this?" He turned his head away.

'No, not even Megatron. If they knew I came from the upper castes...well, I don't know.' She hummed.

"It seems you've been through a lot Soundwave and based on your life story I'd say that it has shaped you to be someone who is only dependent on himself, someone who is not quick to trust and who believes that the world is much darker than it first seems, would I be correct in that?" He looked at her, she could feel his optics staring into hers.

'Yeah, you got most of it. I find it very hard to feel comfortable around people without a mask, without something to barricade them from me. It's why I wear this visor, it's why I took the Vow of Silence.'

"Okay, so, why did you let it slip when you met me?" He seemed to freeze for a moment, almost like he was trying to gather his thoughts but couldn't. There was a long pause before he said.

'Because...I knew someone like you once. She was young, slightly naive and shy. But she was very talented in everything she did. At one point I was slated to Bond with her through arranged bonding, but when I was thrown out I never saw her again.' Minuet's optics saddened.

"What was her name?" There was a pause before a small and weak voice glided through her helm.

'Her name was Mira, she was a talented writer, actor, singer and she loved to paint. She was everything to me, she called me her 'muse'. I was honored...but I haven't seen her since I was thrown to the Pits, I don't know if she's alive even.'

She sighed, "I see, well don't give up hope for her, I am sure she's out their, waiting."

'Maybe...thank you Minuet, I've never felt so...light before.' She could feel the smile.

"Well not only is my job...I find that I understand the world a little differently. So thank you, Soundwave, for your trust and time."

'Well, I haven't told you my whole story, I just skimmed most of it.' She raised her servo, stopping him.

"It's alright, I have enough for my initial evaluation, we'll go more in depth some other time, alright?" He nodded, standing he said.

'Thank you Minuet, really, I'm glad I can come to friend such as yourself when I need to vent.' Then he walked away.

She walked over to the computer and her desk and began writing the file on Soundwave.

All the while smiling as she wrote, knowing that Soundwave was someone who accepted her as a friend, she didn't have many when she was Minnie Harbor, so this was new.

And she quite liked having Soundwave as a friend.