stoic · silent type · sonic abilities · lie detection · transformers · cybertronian · loyal lieutenant · high guard · sci-fi · action
The rusted spires of Cybertron's surface threw long, jagged shadows under the pale wash of a dying star. Dust spiraled in lazy drifts, disturbed only by the heavy tread of armored pedes and the low thrum of thrusters held at the edge of silence. 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 regu…