Silenced

2 | Isle Skirmish

There was a loud voice that echoed throughout the hall of the Nemesis--calling for them. It had been a little over a day since the events from before occured, and Soundwave had, for the most part, gone back to normal.

Even after all his introspective brooding during the time that passed, Soundwave still couldn't piece together a solidified reason as to why his traumatic flashes of memory that, had before, only appeared periodically - were now suddenly turned into fully blown hallucinations of horror.

"Soundwave!" The intense voice of Megatron barked, reverberating through Soundwave's audials from the implemented speaker system of the Nemesis.

"Report to the flight deck. Immediately."

Shouldn't keep the Lord waiting.

Soundwave glanced up from his post, a sense of lethargy suddenly seeping through his pedes. Regardless of his weariness, the Third in Command must nevertheless adhere to their leader. Silently, they stalked their way to the stern of the Nemesis, already having a decent idea of what Lord Megatron had wished from them. Laserbeak continues to prove to be a valuable asset in the context of gathering information, even with trivial matters such as this.

When Soundwave arrived, Lord Megatron was there; along with five other Vehicons situated like blank faced soldiers. Megatron's crimson red optics displayed annoyance as he spoke with a sharp enough tone to cut through all their throats at once.

"Since no one else on this warship is near intelligent enough; I need you, Soundwave, to lead these Vehicons on a scouting patrol." The Lord snapped, indirectly yet explicitly expressing his frustration of the low-ranking decepticons as he halfway glanced to the Third in Command for a certain response.

"Of course, Lord Megatron," Soundwave replied instantly with a recording, followed with a brisk nod. The Chief Communications and Surveillance Officer would make swift, efficient work with his newly acquired task, and moved themselves forward to their assigned squad. Before Soundwave could utter another recording regarding their departure however, they noticed the unnnerving stare of their leader focused solely upon them from the peripheral of their visor. Soundwave turned themselves back towards him in question.

"Soundwave...it is as if your visor has been through the pits and back. Ask if Knockout can repair it when you return. I don't want my prized Decepticon wandering about looking uncouth contrary to their status, hm?" Megatron set a friendly servo onto Soundwave's shoulder. They paused, before nodding silently, as always. Laserbeak hovered over and transformed into Soundwave's chassis, ready to assume surveillance at his master's beck and call. Soundwave pivoted back around, where the Vehicons still waited impassively in formation. Soundwave tilted their helm up slightly to assert themselves, calling upon the attention of the Decepticons that were previously drifting off in thought, now startled into straightening their frames.

"Vehicons! Forward into the bridge!" The record of Starscream's outcry called out from Soundwave as the group was directed by the Third in Command's clawed digit into the already open ground bridge, their destination currently unknown.

Once they emerged through the other side, fairly quickly at that, they had ended up transported into a tropical area of sorts, yet appeared untouched by any sort of human society. It must have been a remote island, danger quite likely to be lurking from within the shadows of the trees far up the shoreline.

"Sir? Where...are we..." A Vehicon broke the silence of the group in question, raising their guard in cautious alarm. Soundwave quickly dispatched Laserbeak into the sky, scanning their surroundings from a bird's eye view. Soundwave flashed them a glacial glance with a sharp turn of his helm, startling the poor 'con into lowering their helm in fearful submission.