DESIGNATION: 'SAM WITWICKY'.

RESPOND.

ORDERS: ARE INCOMING.

[And if you choose to ignore this, boy, your watch will have something to say about it.]

[The following message is flagged for residents or occasional visitors to Soundwave's radio tower. He doesn't bother locking the message itself, figuring it's easier just to encode the responses, if necessary.]

RESPONSE: REQUESTED.

SENSITIVE DATA: TO BE DISTRIBUTED. RESPOND: OR DATA WILL BE UPLOADED UPON NEXT MEETING.

[Probably forcefully, too ( Read more... )

[Normally, Soundwave would be sitting at his big computer interface. Today, however, is different -- he seems to be lounging instead. The satellite has realized something.]

[He has the boy. The human Gould. The Driller. Not to mention the alternate Starscream, whenever he was functional again. Meanwhile, his greatest threat has lost their ( Read more... )

[The feed clicks on, showing a dimly-lit room in Soundwave's radio tower. The satellite has his back to the camera, and is seemingly engrossed in a screen in front of him. Various video feeds flicker over the screen, like someone changing the television channels at high speed ( Read more... )

[The camera zooms in on a large yellow dot. A loud, irritated sigh can be heard.]

Not again. I cannot leave my post, Megatron is depending on me!

[The dot blinks as a very familiar voice continues to speak.]

First the renegade gestalt, now being dragged back to this pit. If there are any Decepticons from Primax 984.17 Alpha, I am in need of

[The video opens on darkness. Somewhere in the background, there's the pulsing hum of machinery, intertwined with the low thrum of music. It's difficult to hear at first, but as the video continues, moving toward a distant source of light, the music steadily builds ( Read more... )

[Soundwave has been quiet for quite some time during this crisis. The reason is not readily apparent. Especially considering the post is entirely in text. Someone is unnerved.]

. . .

NATURE OF: NEW NEXUS ANOMALY . . . MUST BE EXPLAINED.

DECEPTICONS: REPORT. ANSWERS: WILL BE REWARDED.

((ooc: Responses will be made via tentacles_exe Because I am a ( Read more... )

[Oh? What's this? It's Soundwave, poised atop his radio tower, his gaze out across the snow-covered city. Does the cold bother him? Not a bit - he is a satellite, after all. And it's nowhere near as cold as space.

Well aware he's being filmed, the big Decepticon raises a hand, watching idly as the Reedman skitters down the limb.]

TYRAN: ( Read more... )

[Despite being nothing but a monotone, Soundwave's voice is a bit strained.]

DECEPTICONS: RESPOND.

COORDINATES: WILL BE PROVIDED UPON RESPONSE. FAILURE TO ACKNOWLEDGE MESSAGE: NOT ADVISED.

[Soundwave really wasn't expecting the zombies to be so numerous - not after everyone had been having their way with them, lately.]

[The scene opens on Soundwave, seated somewhere in his radio tower lair. He is toying with something in his claws - idly prodding at seams and squeezing it absently. Closer inspection will reveal that it is a plush toy. A plush toy of the Primax Soundwave. He's not quite paying attention to it, just working his claws over it as something to do ( Read more... )