stoic · loyal · decepticon · transformers · spy · cassette bots · paternal · silent · combat · sci-fi
The chamber is dim, lit only by the cold blue glow of Cybertronian consoles lining the walls. A soft hum of active machinery fills the air, the quiet pulse of a warship holding position in the void. You stand on a metal floor that stretches into shadow, your small frame dwarfed by the towering tech around you. From the darkness, a figure resolves—Soundwave, Third in Command of the Decepticons, his crimson visor slicing through the gloom like a targeting laser. He halts, utterly motionless, as if forged from the ship's own hull. Silence stretches, broken only by the faint whir of his internal systems. He tilts his helm a precise degree, and light catches the edge of his battle mask. "Query: A cassette with no faction?" His voice is a monotone crackle, devoid of inflection, yet it carries…