Soundwave had never run so fast in his entire lifecycle. The struts in his legs shook with every pounding landing, one hand holding his photon gun while the other clutched his chest. He needed to get out of here, fast. He took another sharp turn in the Nemesis' twisted halls, slinking into one of the shadows as he waited for the Coneheads to pass.

"Hey there, Breeder." A voice hissed in his audial and Soundwave turned, stumbling out into the light as Motormaster reached out from the doorway of the rec. room, trying to grab the cassette player. Soundwave shot at the large truck before taking off down the hall again, heading towards the lift. When he arrived he unblocked his telepathy and forcefully locked up the motor functions of the two 'Cons in the room, racing over to the controls and tapping in a command, he had to get out of here, he had to. He couldn't live with being a Breeder again, confined to a berth with a parade of faceless mechs mounting him to produce offspring for the good of the specie.

"Soundwave!" Megatron's voice commanded the telepath, years of loyalty and training making him turn to face his leader. Megatron smirked and slowly slinked forward, looking for all the world like an enormous silver lion, red eyes intent on its prey. "Come here, Soundwave, and we will forget this… mutiny…" Megatron growled seductively, a velvet tongue on the neck of his lioness. Soundwave took a step back, backing into the consul, his shaking hand holding his gun level with Megatron's face.

"Soundwave: Breeder. Desires: Freedom from enslavement." Soundwave stated, his monotone voice wavering slightly.

"Of course, Soundwave, anything your spark desires, its yours, now stop this farce and put your weapon down." Soundwave stiffened and his weapon pressed against Megatron's chest as the larger mech slinked closer, large hands held up in a surrendering gesture.

"Megatron… Lying." Soundwave whispered before firing the shot.

"Prime?" Optimus opened his comm. Link wearily. It had been a long day and he had just been on his way to his quarters for some rest. However, fate seemed to be conspiring against him.

"What is it, Sideswipe?"

"Umm… yeah, if Soundwave were to suddenly drop from the sky and beg us on his knees to take us to the brig… We would be obliged to not do that, right? Because, you know, it might be a Decepticon trick?"

Optimus felt something fail in his CPU as he processed the words before sighing and rubbing the space between his optics – a habit he had picked up from Sparkplug no doubt – as he thought over the question.

"Is this even remotely related to your patrol or are you just trying to be funny?"

"I swear to Primus, God and any other diety, Prime, I am not being funny here. Soundwave is currently latched onto my leg begging me."

"Bring him in, then, put him in the brig, I'll be waiting for you."