Soundwave onlined slowly. He immediately noticed the pain and his fighting protocols onlining. He onlined his optics, wary of what could happen. His memory banks rebooted and he knew where he was and what had happened. He had gone for a flight and had not paid attention, his processor elsewhere. He had felt the pain and crashed to the earth. An Autobot had shot him out of the sky. What was his designation again..? Wheeljack. He remembered the smug grin on the Autobot’s face before he went into stasis. Now he was in, what seemed to be, the brig. He ignored the pain as he sat up. They hadn’t even shackled him to a wall. The door