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capitalh2014-07-19 09:25 pm
soundwavesuperior) wrote in capitalh2014-07-19 09:25 pm
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Who: Soundwave and Megatron
When: after robot fight club before musical event
Where: Somewhere in the woods outside of LA
What: Soundwave arrives to the party 15 minutes late with Starbucks
Warnings: none at the moment
Earth is strange. The air is thick as Soundwave lands his ship on the planet's surface. Organic worlds have never been his forte. Too foreign. Too wet. Laserbeak shifts slightly against him, projecting curiosity and excitement. Slowly, Soundwave punches the release mechanism on the door, it's hydraulics hissing as natural light streams in.
He is unimpressed. The ship is tucked out of the way in a wooded area. It's calm and peaceful but there is trash everywhere. A huff bursts from his vents as he straightens, stretching his frame from the long trip.
Megatron had hailed him weeks ago requesting assistance. Unfortunately, despite hurrying to the best of his abilities space travel tended to be...tedious. Soundwave could only hope that things had worked out despite his delay.
His internal navigation quickly locks on to the exact coordinates of the Conquest. Tapping into the Decepticon internal comms he sends out a frequency.
"Soundwave: requesting entry into Conquest. En route. Estimated time of arrival 15 minutes 37 seconds."
When: after robot fight club before musical event
Where: Somewhere in the woods outside of LA
What: Soundwave arrives to the party 15 minutes late with Starbucks
Warnings: none at the moment
Earth is strange. The air is thick as Soundwave lands his ship on the planet's surface. Organic worlds have never been his forte. Too foreign. Too wet. Laserbeak shifts slightly against him, projecting curiosity and excitement. Slowly, Soundwave punches the release mechanism on the door, it's hydraulics hissing as natural light streams in.
He is unimpressed. The ship is tucked out of the way in a wooded area. It's calm and peaceful but there is trash everywhere. A huff bursts from his vents as he straightens, stretching his frame from the long trip.
Megatron had hailed him weeks ago requesting assistance. Unfortunately, despite hurrying to the best of his abilities space travel tended to be...tedious. Soundwave could only hope that things had worked out despite his delay.
His internal navigation quickly locks on to the exact coordinates of the Conquest. Tapping into the Decepticon internal comms he sends out a frequency.
"Soundwave: requesting entry into Conquest. En route. Estimated time of arrival 15 minutes 37 seconds."