Soundwave carried the human female in his palm. (Y/N) was sitting cross legged, straight backed and alert, taking in every possible detail of the war ship she had only seen the outside of, and even then, it was for a few mere minutes before the extraction process began and there was no need to remain outside. It had been raining, a harmless natural occurrence brought by the wind, but the Decepticons disliked it, nonetheless. The few guards left behind were not pleased, but it was necessary.

         "Clearly the lighting on your vessel is often left dim." (Y/N) spoke after a long silence. "Is there a definite reason?"

     The Decepticon TIC was silent. There were a couple reasons, actually. First and foremost, Megatron ordered it that way, but it also disoriented anyone uninvited as they would most likely be used to much lighter areas and even enhanced optics must adjust. (Y/N) most likely deducted this herself, or at least the tactical advantage, because she asked no more questions or pressured the mech holding her to answer. Soundwave was grateful of it. 

     He had observed most humans to be rather inquisitive and unthinking for themselves. Very little ability to deduct their surroundings or worded clues, but there were always exceptions, it seemed. Though these were far and few between. Often found already deceased, about to die, deemed useless because they have character flaws no one can see past, or too young to make a difference. (Y/N), apparently, was a very fortunate human indeed, or very unfortunate depending on one's view of her situation. She was one of these few intelligent humans, fortunate enough to escape death, possibly more than once. She showed no signs of specific character flaws such as hubris or arrogance (albeit her ability to skip important details were a trifle frustrating as well as her slow thinking), and she was by no means too young to make an impact. Soundwave deducted she was at least past her young adult stage of human life. She did not seem as reckless as they were often described and observed to be. 

     A few equations later, Soundwave had calculated this human had at least 50 to 60 years left in her insignificantly short life. He supposed she'd serve her purpose before then, and Megatron would order her termination. 

         This was the unfortunate part of (Y/N)'s situation. 

No matter how intelligent she may be, this human was living on borrowed time while dwelling amongst the Decepticons. Soundwave was sure she'd prickle Megatron's circuits one way or the other. Be it by her slow, human processing unit or her natural withholding of information unless specifically asked, it was bound to make the leader angry. An infuriated Megatron would bring her life expectancy down by at least forty percent, maybe even fifty. 

     The Communication Officer certainly hoped (Y/N) could deduct that as they neared the main control room. He halted at the door a moment, looking to his current captive. The mech realized he couldn't exactly call her that, since she came willingly. His audio files held 'pet', but that wouldn't work and was quite unprofessional in this situation. He searched a moment more before entering, eyeing his leader from beneath the black visor to determine his current mood. 

         "Soundwave," the steely grey mech turned, red optics spying the human in his servo, "I see you've brought our guest."

     The purple mech nodded, holding (Y/N) out a fraction farther for Megatron to examine. Soundwave was glad the proposed plan was accepted, that they use this human and her abilities to communicate (or lack of communication) to possibly spy on the Autobots. It amused the smaller mech that Megatron had decided to use his acquired diplomatically correct speech. It was used very little, and only if there was something he wanted from someone other than another Decepticon. He wondered if (Y/N) would see through this façade.

         "I am (Y/N) (L/N)." The woman stood, noticing the fierce leader's interest in her false eyes as they flashed green in the low light of the Nemesis. "I'm sure Soundwave has told you the more important details about me. He is very proficient at his role."

         "I'm sure he is flattered by your praise." Megatron said, rather bored already. In truth Soundwave wasn't flattered but did note this human knew a good worker when she saw one. "We thank you for your generous donation of your energon."

Her usual pause, which apparently confused Megatron more than enraged him.

         "It was never mine to begin with. I simply returned it to whichever faction found it first."

         "Yes, Soundwave explained you are well aware of our war and separate ideals." Megatron then decided to get to the point of this meeting. "Which comes to the topic at hand." 

Always one for the occasional theatric, the war lord paused for effect, earning no expression from the human female now sitting in Soundwave's servo once more.

         "From what Soundwave has explained, you have no other place to go, a possible manhunt still searching for you and no immediate family. No safe place." He was speaking truth so (Y/N) did not answer. "I am willing to take you under my wing, so to speak. You may take refuge with us, as you have given this energon so freely. There will only be a few, small conditions."

(Y/N), once more, took several long moments before speaking. Megatron must have been careful about wearing his patience too thin because he showed no sign of irritation. Then again, he might have expected a long moment of thought with his open-ended proposition.

         "As you have no real use for me in the field, I can assume this will be either an experiment or small, minute repairs aboard your vessel?"

     Megatron decided this human may be slower to think, like Soundwave described, but rather intelligent for her species. He needed to witness it on his own to truly believe it, even if it was his most trusted who gave him the information.

         "You are only half correct but correct nonetheless." He admitted, folding his massive arms behind his back plates. "My medical officer has been tasked with manufacturing a pair of properly functional optics, as yours are inadequate for the purposes you're needed for. That is the only experiment you'll be a part of. And yes, death is a consequence if it ends up a failure." 

     Soundwave quickly saw his leader was disappointed with (Y/N)'s lack of expression. Most likely the powerful mech would have liked to see a touch of fear on this human's features. Alas, she remained as stoic and apparently unfeeling as a stone statue, posture straight and attention pointed.

         "The second condition," the mech continued, "would be that you act as our spy among the Autobots."

Unfortunately, the supposed dropping of the bomb, as humans say, resulted in another bout of silence and later the slow nodding of their current audience.

         "I see." A rather ironic phrase considering her primitive, false optics. "While your loophole is greatly obvious, in that making me a spy among your enemy separates me from your ship and promise of refuge, I will agree to these terms. If the experiment goes awry, I will have joined my family in death. If I am caught by the Autobots, then I will be protected from M.E.C.H. as they will not suspect that I am with my human governments once again."

     Soundwave saw Megatron stiffen. This human read her fates like an open book, and clearly was not daunted by any of them. Although she had not considered being offlined by the giants that surrounded her. The mech holding her wondered why, since he now knew she would withhold information if it seemed obvious to her, even when those around her did not understand what she might observe.