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--Area scanned: data not available
Scanning
Scanning
>>not available: constructing map

[If it were possible for a line of computer text to sound annoyed, it would be Soundwave who could do it. The text flashes for a moment, before clearing, what almost sounds like a rush of static over the airways cutting in.

Meanwhile, in Dissimulo at the conjuncture of King Street and Harmony lane, one would find a strange, towering, nine foot tall faceless metal... thing, holding the little device delicately between two long, spindly fingers as he crouched. The visor flickered faintly as the words appeared on the device… Seemed like he found a way around the little buttons.

And he didn’t appear happy. With the shoulders drawn up and the head lowered, he was the very image of annoyance, the free hand lightly tapping his fingers slowly against the ground. There was a click, the communicator switching over to vocal input.]

--sensors must be faulty!--

[An oily, enraged voice slithered out of the audio output, the shoulders hunching more.]

--Decepticon life signal—

[Just trying to find him a colleague out here. … Yeah it’s not going so well.]

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In stead of really standing on tip toes, Washu went from her child form to her adult form for an easier time. Once the device was secured she stepped back and pressed a button on the keyboard.

Immediately the eyes and mouth lit up and stated imitating him.. only with more facial expressions. More screens popped up around her computer and various schematics started to appear detailing his systems. Again the writing was in an alien language but to him they should be easily recognizable.

"Perfect... Your power source is remarkable. I can safely say I've never seen anything like it before."

... Oh. Well that was interesting. He remained still despite the surprise. It was another note added to the data he was building. Perhaps this wouldn't be so unfortunate after all. His kingdom for his scanners back though.

He continued to remain still as the screens showed up, though his head drew back at the image of his schematics. That was private. Well, at least they were alone in here. For once he was rather happy Starscream wasn't lurking around. He'd never hear the end of this.

Yes, he knew. Data about the spark began to pop up, though nothing seemed to get really detailed. After all, it was a bit more complicated than just mere schematics could reveal. ... He wasn't going to let her see more of it either. Sorry, Washu. That was more than just private, that was intimate. As more data appeared, he did rather withdraw a bit, his position becoming slightly more defensive.

The little device on his head became defensive as well and she paused, data also pausing. "I'm guessing you weren't expecting the in depth details that I would uncover. If it makes you feel better, this will only be seen by you and me. No one else has access to my computer for the pure fact that it is essentially apart of me."

Suddenly the data starts up again, racing across the screens to finish up before they all disappeared. Finally, one screen reappeared with a complex equation and chemical formula.

"That is how I made Ryo-Ohki. My daughters are unique in the fact that no one is capable of reproducing a complete unit. I am the only one capable of doing it and I refuse to make more of them."

He'd agreed to a check up, he didn't think she'd be openly displaying sensitive material all over the screen. Yes, again, they were alone, but it was the principle of the matter. The device might look a touch angry too at this point, though the mech was settling physically again. No, he wasn't expecting that kind of depth. Though he supposed he should be thankful it was this over literally opening him up. ...And the fact that this was all that private helped too. Still didn't stop him from being cross.

At last the screen he wanted to see came up, and he locked on it, quietly recording all the information he could see. Soundwave was no scientist. He was a spy. It wasn't his job to wonder if the scientists they did have could recreate it or not, it was simply the act of retrieving the information that he was concerned with. Let Starscream or Knock Out worry about what could and could not be done.

If the device was still on him, it would look utterly neutral now. Still wasn't happy, but you couldn't exactly call him upset either. He had what he needed. ... May as well use this stupid thing while it was still attached to him. He gestured to the device, and it would appear questioning for him. Did he still need this? Was the checkup over now?

She kept her eye on the little device out of curiosity. The information she had shared was mostly complete. There were a few key parts of the equation missing but unless you were a scientist of her caliber, those parts were easily over looked. Hence, why her creations were hard to reproduce.

Still, she was curious about him. Even with all the detailed schematics, there was still more she wanted to know. Eventually she snapped her fingers and the little device appeared in her hands. She opened a panel in back, pressed a few buttons and opened a small portal to toss him into which lead back to her apartment in Discedo. Over all, her exam was done.

"Yes, we're all done. Thank you for your patience."

Likewise she was proving herself to be someone of interest. Soundwave was not a mech who believed in magic or superstition. He was a logical creature. Hence, all these rather astounding feats right now had to be attributed to leaps in technology, rather than anything with a more metaphysical explanation. And technology was what he was interested in.

The portals were pretty interesting too. Like small, lighter versions of a ground bridge. But they already had the technology for that, so the 'Con saw no reason to question. At least she was done, and he didn't have to have anyone poking at his spark either. Good to know.

He nodded again in acknowledgment, various data points flitting across the screen as he saved all of them. Congrats, Washu, you have his interest. That doesn't happen very often. And with that, the spy master stood again, looking just about ready to continue his exploration of the area.

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