Before the War
Broadcast was strolling down the pavement, partially oblivious to his surroundings due to the music blasting in his audio receptors. He had finished his shift at the Iacon Radiowave Station, but he wasn’t ready to head home just yet.
One might think working at a radio station was fun, but these days, it was beyond boring. All anyone wanted to hear about was politics. Broadcast knew it was important, but he missed playing music.
So, he would walk around the city for hours, playing his music, making up for lost time. Broadcast made sure he kept up with political happenings, but didn’t become obsessed over it like everyone else.
“Hey, watch it, you big lugnut,” a high pitched screech knocked Broadcast out of his musings.
“You watch it, runt,” a deeper voice bellowed back.
Broadcast turned toward the voices and was stunned by the red bulky giant facing down a blue and black Deployer. The red giant looked like a Wrecker, and he towered a good yard or two over Broadcast.
When Broadcast first onlined, he had been told he was a Duel-Sparked Cybertronian, a model that was dying out. Duel-Sparks had the ability to create Deployers, smaller Cybertronians that didn’t transform into separate vehicles. They transformed from robot mode to an attachable part of their creator.
Broadcast looked around for the Deployer’s creator, but no one stood out. Of course, he had never met another Duel-Spark, so maybe he wouldn’t recognize another one.
He couldn’t explain why, but worry started to form inside of him. He had been told that when a Duel-Spark sparked a Deployer there would be feelings of protectiveness, but this Deployer wasn’t his. Broadcast hadn’t even sparked a Deployer yet.
All the while, the verbal spar had continued and was about to take a turn for the fatal.
“I’ll show you not to make fun of my size,” the Deployer shrieked as his arms turned into ground mallets. “This is why they call me Rumble!”
The mallets started pounding the ground, causing it to shake and everyone present to fall to the ground, including the red mech. Cracks formed in the pavement and window glass shattered.
It felt like forever, but the chaotic rumbling lasted a couple of kliks. The Deployer examined his handy work with a chuckle then turned to leave, but he didn’t get far before the red mech got to his peds and charged.
“I’ll teach you not to mess with the Warpath,” he bellowed as he raised a giant ped to crush the poor Deployer.
Broadcast didn’t know he could move as fast as he did. He hadn’t even realized he’d moved until he had the Deployer in his arms and was running down an alley as fast as he could.
“Hey, put me down, creep,” Rumble shrieked as he tried to wriggle out of Broadcast’s arms. “I wasn’t finished with him.”
Broadcast slowed down to a quick paced walk before responding, “Oh, you’re finished, young blood. I think we’re both done for the day.”
Rumble growled, “Don’t make fun of me, jerk!”
Broadcast sighed. ”I wasn’t making fun of you. And, I’m not ‘creep’ or ‘jerk’, the name is Broadcast. Remember it, shorty.”
“Hey,” Rumbled shouted like an annoyed child.
Broadcast just laughed and started walking normally since there was probably a good enough distance between them and the not-so-jolly red giant.
“Who knew a Deployer could have such a size complex,” Broadcast chuckled.
“How did you know I’m a Deployer? Most bots, let alone Iaconians, don’t know that Deployers exist.”
“'Cause, I’m a Duel-Spark.”
“WHAT? I didn’t know there were any other Duel-Sparks left.”
Broadcast just smiled, “Yeah, funny thing, I forget I’m Duel-Sparked some days.”
“How do you forget what you are,” Rumble inquired with a hint of suspicion, “And why aren’t you wearing a face cover?”
“Well, I don’t know much about being Duel-Sparked except I’ll be able to spark Deployers someday.”
“So you weren’t raised by another Duel-Spark? That explains a lot. You must be pretty young compared to Soundwave.”
“Yeah, I was raised by a couple of single sparks, and everything I learned about Duel-Sparks was from old data files. Probably know close to nothing about what I am,” Broadcast pondered, “Soundwave is your creator, I presume.”
“Yeah, and like I said before, Soundwave has to be older because including me, he has four Deployers.”
Broadcast’s optics widened, “Yeah, that would put a good chunk of time between us. Hey, do you think he’d be willing to talk to me, or at least tell me where to look for more information on Duel-Sparks?”
Rumble sported a small smirk and pointed to the sky, “Ask him yourself!”
Broadcast followed the little guy’s pointer and was stunned to see an extremely thin framed seeker hovering above them.
The seeker transformed into an equally thin framed mech; at least, Broadcast was pretty sure the seeker was a mech. It was difficult to tell due the unique body mode and black glass plate covering the seeker’s face.
The seeker landed a couple feet away, standing as tall as Broadcast and looking directly at him; at least, Broadcast thought the seeker was looking at him. The bot was definitely throwing Broadcast off, and something was telling him that was the idea.
“About time you showed up, Soundwave,” Rumble joked as he hopped from Broadcast’s arms to Soundwave’s.
Soundwave scanned the Deployer. Broadcast figured it wasn’t because Rumble was with him, but rather, his creator knew that Rumble was a trouble maker.
“Don’t worry about me, ‘Wave. This bot, Broadcast, saved me from getting crushed by a big fat aft,” Rumble smiled at Broadcast before looking back to Soundwave, “And what’s even cooler is that he’s a Duel-Spark!”
If Soundwave hadn’t been looking at Broadcast, he was now. Broadcast took a step back since Soundwave seemed like he had suddenly gotten a whole lot closer.
‘Why do I get the feeling strange things are going to result from today’s events,’ Broadcast thought nervously as Soundwave seemed to keep a small distance between them.