I've started writing spotlights for characters, which contain some of my ideas about the movieverse and the nature of the Decepticons. Don't be alarmed if this contradicts the IDW comics. First up, Soundwave. "Soundwave acknowledges, pursue her, retrieve it," I mumble. That shard will not be enough on its own. I have been in orbit for two months. The Fallen was displeased by Starscream's first rescue attempt and his disorganized rallying of our forces to Earth. He believes Megatron is dead, we must avenge him, and with the Cube destroyed, our only hope is to stripmine each planet for sufficient resources to create energon - starting with the one that claimed our leader. The Autobots' new home. He is wrong. Megatron is not dead: the Cube will not surrender its secrets and merely overloaded him. With the right dosage, we can undo it. We know this: The Fallen can smell its remains. Then we can follow the trail of the AllSpark to once again use the machine. I am memory: I hold each Decepticons' personal record, and pass them onto their replacement should they fall in battle. Without me, the Constructicons would have no expertise, the drones and soldiers would have no knowledge of their predecessors' successes and failures. But you cannot replace Megatron: you cannot have his genius, his strength, his insight, just with his memories and body. Unsheathing my fingers, I touch this construct: yes... This planet is so noisy, it fills me with pleasure to focus what I hear, and what I hear, is what I need. Oh, they've made it so easy, Optimus trusts these foolish sapients too much. I have the tools: by nightfall, I extend myself via Ravage, Scalpel and the microcons to the planet's surface. I run in his sleek, feline form, disperse and join together, I kill, run and soar once more to rendevouz with Mixmaster, Rampage, Long Haul and a degenerate Scrapper, who has become an excavator. Hurm... I feel Scalpel's glee in sacrificing him to our cause. My lord awakens in a new body, and in anger he rises to strike those who were responsible for his second imprisonment. He flies past me in silent acknowledgment. I cannot wait to hear Starscream's reaction.