Soundwave
Decepticon
Posts: 68
Alias: SystemLink
Preferred Pronouns: Decepticon
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Post by Soundwave on Jun 2, 2016 16:02:04 GMT
Characters: Soundwave, Open to anyone Location: Himalayas Content Warnings: n/a Plot Summary: Soundwave has grown increasingly paranoid of something and has taken a few mining equipment and tools as he heads to the mountains for some hidden mining. What can he possibly be gathering up there?
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Soundwave
Decepticon
Posts: 68
Alias: SystemLink
Preferred Pronouns: Decepticon
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Post by Soundwave on Jun 2, 2016 16:12:51 GMT
Days had passed on the Nemesis, and a certain Decepticon grew anxious aboard it. He traveled it's halls in search of something to do. Many Decepticons avoided this brisk walking Communication's Officer who looked distraught over something. But what was causing this distress?
The mech would catch himself glancing at smooth surfaces to see his reflection. A perfect looking visor. It unnerved him to see such perfection in this surface and not have any reason to be worried about it. Something about his mask drew him over the edge before he decided to fix this problem.
The miners who returned to the Nemesis simply watched, from a safe distance of across the hangar bay when they saw Soundwave rummaging through their equipment with his tentacles at a scary pace. A trolley was gathered for his equipment and sensors before carting out of the room to the groundbridge. The portal opened and he landed where he wanted to be. A place of rocks rocks and you guessed it, more rocks.
The high altitude was something to take note of as he pulled out a scanner to search for any deposits before tugging his trolley along the safest route there. Drills and hammers and lasers bounced around in the trolley before he came to a stop and set up shop. This spot seemed like it will let him gather his needed materials.
Mining was a process that takes a duration of time to gather any good amount of resources. Soundwave failed to realize this as he started right away! He needed something to do. Gathering materials to repair a mask or even fix it outright was setting his mind at ease. Not much else could set his mind at ease. He needed this for an unexplained reason, something that his backstrut felt and not his mind could foresee. Yet he simply chalked it up as a prepare for disaster scenario.
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