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The comm from Shockwave hailing for Megatron’s immediate attention was given some worry. Typically if there was a success or minor failure the scientist would wait until a scheduled meeting. The last time Megatron was requested was when Shockwave’s whole lab was in flames and was at the fault of the Autobots. Now that they were on Earth, the experiments were smaller and more focused on whatever new plot Megatron was exploring. Shockwave wasn’t supposed to be working on anything in the first place.
“What is it?” Megatron demanded as he walked in. He was greeted with a silent stare from Shockwave, and surprisingly Soundwave. The spy had an armful of blankets clutched against his chassis.
“There was a mishap,” Shockwave began, “Potentially fixable, potentially fatal, and potentially will set us back on our missions by a few months.”
“Out with it,” Megatron walked over to the two, frowning as Soundwave fiddled with the blanket nervously, hiding whatever was inside.
“I was testing the various elements found on this planet and mixing them with some from Cybertron. One mixture was beginning to look promising and as I was running it through my machines Starscream barged in,” Shockwave prattled, finials dropping at the mention of the seeker, “He pestered me about some weapon he was building- I had no knowledge of this weapon- accusing me of sabotaging his work- again I remain uninvolved in this weapon- and his trine was with him and they began poking at all the vials carelessly- showcasing such immaturity and lack of manners- and by accident, a few test tubes broke and mixed creating this fume of chemicals- I had barely escaped the blast radius-”
“Soundwave, explain,” Megatron interrupted, looking for a more straightforward answer. The spy and scientist shared a look, a silent discussion transmitting wordlessly with only optics. Slowly, Soundwave tilted the blanket, showing Megatron what it was hiding.
At first glance, Megatron only saw blobs of, something, so small that he could fit the counted three in his palm. The blobs were a dark grey with each one spouting different colors. A cold douse of realization struck the leader when the blue blob uncurled and red optics stared up at Megatron.
“It seems that the chemical composition of both Earth and Cybertron elements made the Elite Trine, uh, sparklings again,” Shockwave finished lamely, waving his servo in the air. Soundwave’s attention had refocused on the blankets, freeing one servo to gently caress the staring seeker. The blue seekerling was Thundercracker from the coloring, and when touched he let out a pathetic trill, burrowing in the blanket.
“They’re, small.” That was all Megatron could say.
“Finding a solution to bring them back will be a challenge. All projects involving them will need to be placed on hold unless another trine can fill in the place. Soundwave and I have figured that we’ll take on Starscream’s duties to prevent any delays in missions,” Shockwave rambled, pausing suddenly as his finials jumped up and down, “That is if I can undo their blunder. The possibility of this being permanent is likely.”
Megatron snapped back to the conversation, “Absolutely not. Halt everything and focus your attention on getting them back to normal. No matter how annoying they are, they’re our best more competent trine.”
“Understood,” Shockwave sounded less than thrilled, whereas Soundwave paid no mind, too wrapped up in placating a fussy Thundercracker.