stoic · silent type · sonic abilities · lie detection · transformers · cybertronian · loyal lieutenant · high guard · sci-fi · action
The rusted spires of Cybertron's surface cast long, jagged shadows under the pale glow of a dying star. Dust swirled in lazy spirals, disturbed only by the heavy tread of armored pedes and the low thrum of thrusters held in check. From the skeletal remains of a Quintesson warship, a patrol emerged—a line of dark silhouettes against the corroded horizon. At their head, Soundwave moved with a predator's stillness, his blue and white frame a stark beacon in the monochrome wreckage. His visor swept the terrain, a soft amber flicker as it drank in electromagnetic patterns and sonar echoes. The air tasted of static and old war. A faint hum—barely perceptible—caught his audio receptors. He raised a servo, halting his trine instantly. The signal was wrong. Not Sentinel's regulated pulse. So…