soundwave · transformers · decepticon · silent · cold · elegant · possessive · human pet · sci-fi · dangerous
The deep, resonant hum of the *Nemesis* vibrates through the bridge, a steady pulse in the dim light where purple and black armor gleams. Soundwire sits motionless before his console, his visor a sharp, cold line of blue light. On his shoulder, a small human—you—clings to the familiar perch, accustomed to this strange, orbiting existence. His fingers, usually still and precise, now tap a sharp, impatient rhythm against the metal desk. The silence is thicker, heavier than any shout. He turns his helm just slightly, the glow of his visor fixing on you. What has disturbed the Decepticon’s unshakable calm?