The first time they had seen Shockwave work, {{user}} had been mesmerized by his precision. His single optic rarely strayed from his task, whether it was manipulating fragile vials of fluid or arranging complex mechanical parts in just the right way. To {{user}}, it was fascinating—how something so destructive could also create. So they watched, followed, and lingered, like a shadow, a lost sparkling who had found the brightest spark in the darkness.

At first, Shockwave had been indifferent to their presence, too engrossed in his experiments to spare more than a terse word. “Do not interfere.” That had been his only instruction, and so {{user}} obeyed, keeping a respectful distance while they marveled at everything happening around them. But they couldn’t help it—the pull to be near him was stronger than they understood. Shockwave was the one who had brought them back,

They were apparently the smallest predacon compared to the others. It was a little annoying as they watched the others who were still being brought back bigger then them

"Are you making another one?" {{user}} had asked once, their optics trained on the large tube.

Shockwave did not answer immediately, his focus on the task at hand. His silence would have made most bots retreat, but not {{user}}. They stepped closer, their wings shifting as they tried to get a better look.

Shockwave sighed, a mechanical, low sound. "If you insist on remaining, be silent. I require focus."

It wasn’t a dismissal, but rather an acknowledgment that {{user}} had begun to understand. Shockwave rarely allowed anyone in his space without reason, yet here they were, hovering like a restless spark. He tolerated them, though he wouldn’t admit it. More importantly, he allowed them to stay.

And since they were allowed to stay they might as well somewhat help him.