Post by Soundwave on Oct 13, 2019 18:19:42 GMT
He walked briskly down the mostly empty street, his faint purple bio-light shined a bit in the dark desolate street. He gained a few stares from passersby; not an uncommon thing for the infamous mech. He had spent these passed few months in hiding. He had reeked quite a lot of havoc recently in an attempt to gain the attention of his master, a desperate attempt.
When Soundwave emerged from the Shadowzone and learned that his master was sent into exile, self imposed exile, he was shocked and confused. How could his master do such a thing? How could leave the Decepticons at the mercy of the Autobots? He had tried his best to reach Megatron, but to no avail. He then turned is efforts towards attracting Megatron out of hiding. A plan which also yielded no results.
He had broken nearly three months of hiding to seek nourishment from and energon café nearby. It was one of the few still open this late into the night. Taking a step inside he was pleased to find it empty with the exception of the bartender. The bartender stopped wiping the counter and stared up at Soundwave; his optics wide. "W-what can I get you sir?" The bartender stuttered as he tried to look Soundwave in his face.
"High grade. On the rocks." He replied in a monotone voice. His voice was deep and hoarse from lack of use, with a robotic feel to it. He took a seat at the bar and waited patiently. How was he going to reach his master now? He was so lost in thought he didn't notice anyone come in.
When Soundwave emerged from the Shadowzone and learned that his master was sent into exile, self imposed exile, he was shocked and confused. How could his master do such a thing? How could leave the Decepticons at the mercy of the Autobots? He had tried his best to reach Megatron, but to no avail. He then turned is efforts towards attracting Megatron out of hiding. A plan which also yielded no results.
He had broken nearly three months of hiding to seek nourishment from and energon café nearby. It was one of the few still open this late into the night. Taking a step inside he was pleased to find it empty with the exception of the bartender. The bartender stopped wiping the counter and stared up at Soundwave; his optics wide. "W-what can I get you sir?" The bartender stuttered as he tried to look Soundwave in his face.
"High grade. On the rocks." He replied in a monotone voice. His voice was deep and hoarse from lack of use, with a robotic feel to it. He took a seat at the bar and waited patiently. How was he going to reach his master now? He was so lost in thought he didn't notice anyone come in.