Weak, but alive Megatron could feel his inner muscles ache in pain and want to curl up from the wounds. He lay on the table; dark energon doing what it could do: healing some of the wounds Lockdown had given when capturing Megatron. His freshly polished Decepticon insignia is cooled down. Knock out and Breakdown had done all they could do for lord Megatron.
“Soundwave.” Megatron calls out the dark, slender-men like Decepticon from the shadows. “I know you are there.”
Soundwave took a step out from a dark hallway.
“Question: need anything?” Soundwave asks.
Megatron clears his throat.
“I need you to trap Lockdown in the shadowzone.” Megatron asks him.
Soundwave, a mech of mostly silence, had learned about Starscream’s venture in the Shadowzone on Earth.
“Location: where?” Soundwave asks.
“Where-ever he is.” Megatron said with a grunt in his voice. Something ignited in his optics at the mention of Lockdown; it was like an old foe had risen from the grave once again—but not Optimus Prime, yet.
The passionate hate of organics can be seen in his optics as though he pinned on the one who tortured him.
“Statement: Will do.” Soundwave generally didn't question Megatron's motives.
“Soundwave, don’t procrastinate.” Megatron warns the mech. “If you do that again, I’m partnering you up with Breakdown for scouting.”
Soundwave groans, rubbing his viscard this time showing emotion.
“Promise: will not procrastinate, my lord.” Soundwave turns away from Lord Megatron then walks out the dark hallway.