Rodimus? Soundwave is briefly taken aback by the sheer pretentious edge to his voice. Rodimus? Really? He shakes his head slightly to try to rid the thought from his processor. Whatever.
His vision locks onto the glow emitting from the ex-Autobot's finger. A laser? Sudden clarity hits Soundwave like a brick and his head whips to the side. He slowly paces back to the wall that he first found Rodimus (Ugh.) crouched against. There. Against the chipping paint and bent metal. A crudely drawn picture of Megatron and Starscream in a filthy tableau.
Soundwave jerks away is disgust, a screech of static bursting from his vocalizer. How dare he? Portraying Lord Megatron in such a crude and unflattering illustration? He slowly turns back to Rodimus, anger coming off him on waves.
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His vision locks onto the glow emitting from the ex-Autobot's finger. A laser? Sudden clarity hits Soundwave like a brick and his head whips to the side. He slowly paces back to the wall that he first found Rodimus (Ugh.) crouched against. There. Against the chipping paint and bent metal. A crudely drawn picture of Megatron and Starscream in a filthy tableau.
Soundwave jerks away is disgust, a screech of static bursting from his vocalizer. How dare he? Portraying Lord Megatron in such a crude and unflattering illustration? He slowly turns back to Rodimus, anger coming off him on waves.