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Who: soundwave + you
Where: around...
When: now-ish
What: soundwave arriving late without starbux
Warnings: bad decisions and typos


a: do robots dream of nitrodeers

[ this isn't the first ruined city he's encountered in his long lifespan. a revolution doesn't happen without impact and damage after all - though that is slightly dated now with the new ideologies in place. soundwave can count the number of times that he's been deployed to desolated planets. keeps a good record of it in fact. comes handy when you have to remember the reasons why you go into war, and have to count and weigh the victories and loses. it's an easy habit and he adds this in the list. though this isn't quite like anything he's seen before; from the burst of life -mechanimal that appears to come from another lifetime -to its green energon source, he can't pick which one is more... odd. or maybe it's just a feeling.

he can pick up the few but clustered thoughts and minds in the city. ruined but not entirely uninhabited, it seems. he stayed in the outskirts of it, gather data on the lifeforms he is detecting, until he finds himself drifting closer and closer towards it. the strange pull, his curiosity to those that are there? either way, he wades in, alert and in his alt mode in the event that autobots are quick to pull the trigger as they are wont to do. ]

b: a terminal situation

[ his abilities allows him to seek out those he wants to face and the reverse is true, he can distance himself from anyone approaching that he may not want to see. and he's not very picky about that, to be honest. most are on that side of the city, so he'll go to the other side.

soundwave finds a lonely looking terminal, barely functional but he'll deal, to work with and scan the network systems. a few earthling entries made him reflect on how much he likes the earthlings that can't talk. some scattered images, loosely connected in what he can only presume to be this city's thoughts, past - something.

you can find him tapping away on a terminal and casually ignoring your presence in favour of making a hasty grab for what intelligence he can. or he'll be staring straight at you and into your soul. your choice. ]

c: choose your own adventure

[ they see me rollin ]

ooc: i don't know most of you but here i am, being dragged into this pit. stare at hands/laughs w salad. pls be gentle??

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[infomatics]

[ is the war really over? he would ask but refraining from now for more important questions. sectarian lines established, that's good. there are ...exchanges between fractions, he's unsure about that, as they all should be.

and megatron is... what is he now? ]

Is that what you are - a medic?

[aminerproblem]

[Almost. It's a weird thought, seeing how far he'd come since he'd first pestered Ratchet about teaching him. Stranger still to have someone else acknowledge it.]

I would be getting a bit ahead of myself if I said yes, but I am getting trained.

[His fingers drum on the box.]

This is for Spinister.

[infomatics]

[ is this who megatron would have been - a medic, rather than a miner or a warlord and leader? seeing this megatron makes him wonder how far they truly strayed from their origins. how long it has been since...

frankly, mind blown. ]

Spinister. [ vague memories. another bot in the ranks. ] How extensive are his damages?

[ soundwave steps aside and allows megatron to lead the way. old habits die hard. ]