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Sep. 14th, 2015 07:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[Another day, another drone activating to record someone without their knowledge. It takes a moment for it to focus in on said unsuspecting victim, but when it does? There’s a Cybertronian sitting slumped against a battered looking bridge in the East. A Cybertronian that likely looks familiar, what with the long arms, oddly jointed legs and blank screen where a face should be. But the paint job is a dark blue, almost black in places, with purple biolights covering the torso.]
[Soundwave doesn’t appear to be moving though. And with no visible face it’s hard to tell if he’s just recharging or knocked out or… well…]
[He might not have been able to interact with anything in the Shadowzone, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t using up fuel. Shortly after he’d heard Megatron’s death, the Autobots rounding up all the remaining Decepticons on the ship, and seen the restoration of Cybertron, Soundwave had forced himself into recharge. He… needed to figure out what his next move was going to be and for that he needed a clear mind. Watching everything he had worked for suddenly falling apart wasn’t conducive to being able to think through a problem logically.]
[Luckily for anyone who was worried, when the drone gets bored of recording a motionless body, it moves closer to perch on Soundwave’s leg and he jerks, creepy long fingers grabbing the poor thing before the feed cuts.]
[Soundwave doesn’t appear to be moving though. And with no visible face it’s hard to tell if he’s just recharging or knocked out or… well…]
[He might not have been able to interact with anything in the Shadowzone, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t using up fuel. Shortly after he’d heard Megatron’s death, the Autobots rounding up all the remaining Decepticons on the ship, and seen the restoration of Cybertron, Soundwave had forced himself into recharge. He… needed to figure out what his next move was going to be and for that he needed a clear mind. Watching everything he had worked for suddenly falling apart wasn’t conducive to being able to think through a problem logically.]
[Luckily for anyone who was worried, when the drone gets bored of recording a motionless body, it moves closer to perch on Soundwave’s leg and he jerks, creepy long fingers grabbing the poor thing before the feed cuts.]