He remembers being here before, trapped and then leashed to Skywatch and then once again, however briefly. It would be poetic to say that it felt like another life - and that much was true, if other lives sat heavy on shoulders and invaded his thoughts when he left himself unguarded.
That was then, and this is now. Orion - Optimus (and he can't deny the satisfaction that rises in him at that - his brightest hope took the name he gave and led their race through the war out to the other side, broken and scattered but still there.) rarely leaves him by himself these days, although since their arrival on Earth he's found his attention required elsewhere.
Not tonight, however. Tonight was explicitly their night, by order of their Prime. Prowl had muttered as he left with his combiner entourage (and Shockwave knows about the science behind them and cannot help but feel as if something dark is looming in the near future) but the rest of the Autobots had agreed.
Which left Shockwave sitting a fair distance away from the Ark, on the edge of a cliff he dimly remembers being called the 'Grand Canyon'. Not that he minds - it's beautiful. But at the moment he's far more interested in looking at his hands than the stars, flexing them as he still gets used to the sensation of having two again. )
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He remembers being here before, trapped and then leashed to Skywatch and then once again, however briefly. It would be poetic to say that it felt like another life - and that much was true, if other lives sat heavy on shoulders and invaded his thoughts when he left himself unguarded.
That was then, and this is now. Orion - Optimus (and he can't deny the satisfaction that rises in him at that - his brightest hope took the name he gave and led their race through the war out to the other side, broken and scattered but still there.) rarely leaves him by himself these days, although since their arrival on Earth he's found his attention required elsewhere.
Not tonight, however. Tonight was explicitly their night, by order of their Prime. Prowl had muttered as he left with his combiner entourage (and Shockwave knows about the science behind them and cannot help but feel as if something dark is looming in the near future) but the rest of the Autobots had agreed.
Which left Shockwave sitting a fair distance away from the Ark, on the edge of a cliff he dimly remembers being called the 'Grand Canyon'. Not that he minds - it's beautiful. But at the moment he's far more interested in looking at his hands than the stars, flexing them as he still gets used to the sensation of having two again. )