Hardly anyone could believe what Vinyl Scratch had done. She had just extended a welcoming hoof of friendship to a complete stranger. And not just any stranger, but a stranger that was not a pony. Vinyl had done some crazy things in the past, but this was by far the craziest yet.
But once Vinyl made the offer there was little that could be done to change her mind. And if she was content to place her trust into someone she had just met then that was her decision. As long as that "Decepticon" didn't come anywhere near them nopony had a problem with Vinyl Scratch taking the robot in.
Well, almost everypony. For you see, Octavia was often known as a mare who liked things a certain way. And whenever something disrupted her usual organized way of life she was often quite vocal in her opposition.
"Have you lost your bucking mind Vinyl?!" Octavia shouted "Do you honestly expect me to believe that you're going to just take that 'thing' in without even knowing anything about it?"
"You got that right. But like I said before I got a feeling that this bot is just lonely." Vinyl Scratch said "Oh and by the way, his name is Soundwave."
"Oh great, now you're naming it and everything!" Octavia said angrily.
"I didn't come up with that name. He told me that's what he's called." Vinyl Scratch explained.
"Really? I find that hard to believe." Octavia said.
"No, really. He actually has a name. Go ahead, introduce yourself big guy!" Vinyl Scratch said.
Octavia gulped as the gaint robot approached her. Just one false step and he could easily crush her. After all, the robot was at least twice as tall as Octavia. And she was certain it was every bit as heavy.
"Greetings, organic lifeform. I am Soundwave. I am Decepticon." Soundwave said "What is your name?"
"O-Octavia Phillomarnica Melody. But everyone calls me Octavia." Octavia stutered.
"I am pleased to meet you, organic lifeform known as Octavia." Soundwave said.
"Just what is a Decepticon anyway?" Octavia asked. She had heard Soundwave say that word several times already, and she wanted to know why."
"A Decepticon is" Soundwave started.
"Not important." Vinyl Scratch finished "You don't need to know about that Octavia. If he wants to tell us about it he can. Now, I need to get some things set up for Soundwave. So I'll leave you two alone for a little bit."
As soon as Vinyl Scratch left there was an akward silence. Octavia really didn't trust Soundwave, and Soundwave had little intention of bonding with any sort of organic lifeform. Especially since doing so risked the chance of said organic finding out about his plans. Something that the Decepticon did not want to happen.
At long last Octavia broke the silence. "Well. You already know my name, and I already know yours. But would you be interested in what I like to do?"
"I have no interest in any sort of activities performed by you organics." Soundwave said stubbornly.
"Well that's a shame. Because I bet you don't know anything about classical music." Octavia boasted.
"Clasical music?" Soundwave asked. Even in Detroit he had never heard of such music. His research on the organics revealed that the music they usually liked best was either rock n roll, pop, rap, or dubstep. So he had taken the liberty of filling his databanks with every single song in those geners.
"As I suspected. Oh well, I'll just have to teach you." Octavia said happily "Wait right there. I'll be back in a minute." And she was right. Exactly a minute later she returned with a cello.
"What is that?" Soundwave asked.
"This is a musical instrument called a cello." Octavia explained "It comes with a bow, which I am currently holding in my hooves. I simply move it back and forth over the strings on the cello, and the vibrations produce music. Like this." Octavia proceeded to play a brief melody on the cello.
Soundwave hated to admit it, but he was impressed. If only because unlike Vinyl Scratch Octavia was an organic lifeform that did not enslave machines. Perhaps he could recruit her to join his cause. After all with Laserbeak and Ratbat now gone Soundwave needed some new partners. And this pony seemed like the perfect recruit.
"Impressed are we?" Octavia asked, observing Soundwave's interested expression..
"Indeed. You would make a fine Decepticon." Soundwave said.
"There you go again, using that word. Just what does it mean?" Octavia asked.
Soundwave figured there was no harm in revealing the truth to Octavia. At least unlike Vinyl Scratch he hoped that she would understand why he chose the side he did. "Since you wish to know, organic, I shall enlighten you." Soundwave said "A Decepticon is"
"Ah! There you are! And I see you're making friends with Octy! That's great!" Vinyl Scratch said happily, cutting Soundwave off.
"We are not friends!" Octavia said.
"Indeed we are not. The organic and I were mearly holding a conversation." Soundwave said.
"Eh, whatever. We'll have to work on that later. But for now I have something I've just got to show you!" Vinyl Scratch said excitedly. "Say hello to my pride and joy!" she promptly brought forth what looked like some sort of speaker.
"And what, exactly, is that?" Soundwave asked.
"Well I'm glad you asked!" Vinyl Scratch said "It's nothing special. It just happens to be my one and only BASE CANNON!"
"What?!" Soundwave said.