mamaBeeverse. Nellis AF base. Dance
There's music coming from the rec room. That's nothing new, nor really is the spectacle that accompanies it.
Soundwave is dancing.
Alone, his optic band intent, the scarred mech is bobbing, twisting, and somersaulting his body in breathtakingly impressive breakdance moves, his every move in sync with the remix that Rap made for him from music he'd found in the Nexus. He is one with the music, his true calling once more shining through after millenia of being other than he was created to be.
The music ends, and his dance finishes as he brings his mind back from memories of one who vanished before Earth was born to look at the audience he's acquired. He tips his head to the applause, then lets out something that sounds suspiciously like a chuckle.
"Who will challenge the lord of the dance?"
Soundwave is dancing.
Alone, his optic band intent, the scarred mech is bobbing, twisting, and somersaulting his body in breathtakingly impressive breakdance moves, his every move in sync with the remix that Rap made for him from music he'd found in the Nexus. He is one with the music, his true calling once more shining through after millenia of being other than he was created to be.
The music ends, and his dance finishes as he brings his mind back from memories of one who vanished before Earth was born to look at the audience he's acquired. He tips his head to the applause, then lets out something that sounds suspiciously like a chuckle.
"Who will challenge the lord of the dance?"