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@officersoundwave
Back after a hot minute with my take on a scene from the wonderful Rest ‘n Repair dating sim (which you can check out right here, if you haven’t already)!
That Longarm sure seems like a swell and straightforward fella! I’m sure that burning glare on the back of your head doesn’t mean anything nefarious : )
Done with permission by @ballpitbee, please be sure to check out their and @avoidghost‘s work at the link above or their respective pages!
“hmmm scanners quiets tonight.”
Don’t ask how much time I spent on this
Bonus:
Something New
@grand-galvatron
Soundwave yawns while he tiredly staggers down the sidewalk. Heading home after a long shift at the police station once more. Same thing every day and night. He heads in and deals with small scuffles or fights. Every now and then its something big but lately his coworkers has been giving him a nasty cold shoulder. He wasn’t sure why they were doing this. Although he never really been well aquatinted with them to begin with. They didn’t like how he was functioning outside of what he was made for.
Well thats all in the past. He is just trying to live his life and do his job. But for not he needs rest. Rubbing his optics he keeps walking before slowly coming to a stop when he notices the buildings around him were no longer the ones he was familiar with.
“…Huh?”
Decepticon flags hung about the walls, as those bearing the purple symbol roamed the streets. No Autobots at all wherever he stumbled into. As Soundwave tried to figure out what was going on, a winged mech approached him. “New Soundwave? What are you doing here? I thought you were on duty back at Decepticon Castle. Did you change your paint job; not satisfied in black?” That being was Cyclonus. He had a bright purple cape on and some gold accents, something about him was off. What it could be, Soundwave had yet to tell.
Soundwave stares at the flags he saw on some of the walls. Wondering why the symbol was a different color and looked a bit…friendlier? He keeps walking before coming to a stop and jerking a bit when someone came up to him. He goes to respond before tilting his helm a bit. Okay. That was his name but partly wrong. “Um… My name is Soundwave Sir however I’m afraid you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I…I’m an Enforcer..An officer of sorts. I patrol a part of Iacon and help the citizens with small matters. While also catching criminals now and then.” Trying his very best to be polite as he informs this mech all this.
He tilted his helm, curiosity in his optics. “We are in Kaon, New Soundwave is our communications officer. Are you an Autobot or Decepticon, officer?” He tilted his helm, inspecting this mysterious mech that came out of nowhere. It reminds him of what Unicron once said. The walls of reality have thinned after he brought back the dead from other universes to be his minions. Could this be what he meant?
“…Neither, Sir. I’m just a regular officer.” He looks around again. This is Kaon? This didn’t look like the kaon he knew at all. It was…brighter. “Um, This is not the Kaon I know. And um The Autobots and Decepticons….those are the different sides of the political parties, right?”
Cyclonus took a moment to ponder before laughing. “Ah, it seems another hole opened up. You’ve stumbled into another universe. I’m used to it by now. So, from where you came from, the war never happened?” He grabbed onto the mech’s shoulder, hoping to pull him away before anyone else were to notice. “We are a sort of political party, but more of a military power sense.”
“I did? Uh...” He has to take a moment to think before shaking himself. “Sorry, No...But It looks like a war may happen back home. Tension is very high between the factions. Fights have started breaking out more. More bots are dying over ...things that could have been preventable. The leaders of the planet are still trying to keep the ‘cogs of the machine’ running. But I really think thing “cogs” are done rusted eyond repair...” He sighs heavily. “.....Really?”
Something New
@grand-galvatron
Soundwave yawns while he tiredly staggers down the sidewalk. Heading home after a long shift at the police station once more. Same thing every day and night. He heads in and deals with small scuffles or fights. Every now and then its something big but lately his coworkers has been giving him a nasty cold shoulder. He wasn’t sure why they were doing this. Although he never really been well aquatinted with them to begin with. They didn’t like how he was functioning outside of what he was made for.
Well thats all in the past. He is just trying to live his life and do his job. But for not he needs rest. Rubbing his optics he keeps walking before slowly coming to a stop when he notices the buildings around him were no longer the ones he was familiar with.
“…Huh?”
Decepticon flags hung about the walls, as those bearing the purple symbol roamed the streets. No Autobots at all wherever he stumbled into. As Soundwave tried to figure out what was going on, a winged mech approached him. “New Soundwave? What are you doing here? I thought you were on duty back at Decepticon Castle. Did you change your paint job; not satisfied in black?” That being was Cyclonus. He had a bright purple cape on and some gold accents, something about him was off. What it could be, Soundwave had yet to tell.
Soundwave stares at the flags he saw on some of the walls. Wondering why the symbol was a different color and looked a bit…friendlier? He keeps walking before coming to a stop and jerking a bit when someone came up to him. He goes to respond before tilting his helm a bit. Okay. That was his name but partly wrong. “Um… My name is Soundwave Sir however I’m afraid you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I…I’m an Enforcer..An officer of sorts. I patrol a part of Iacon and help the citizens with small matters. While also catching criminals now and then.” Trying his very best to be polite as he informs this mech all this.
He tilted his helm, curiosity in his optics. “We are in Kaon, New Soundwave is our communications officer. Are you an Autobot or Decepticon, officer?” He tilted his helm, inspecting this mysterious mech that came out of nowhere. It reminds him of what Unicron once said. The walls of reality have thinned after he brought back the dead from other universes to be his minions. Could this be what he meant?
“...Neither, Sir. I’m just a regular officer.” He looks around again. This is Kaon? This didn’t look like the kaon he knew at all. It was...brighter. “Um, This is not the Kaon I know. And um The Autobots and Decepticons....those are the different sides of the political parties, right?”
Dick Grayson: Goodnight moon
Dick: Goodnight tree
Dick: Good night ghosts that only I can see
Jason, pretending to be a hallucination after coming back to life, and having the time of his life: Goodnight, Dickface
Something New
@grand-galvatron
Soundwave yawns while he tiredly staggers down the sidewalk. Heading home after a long shift at the police station once more. Same thing every day and night. He heads in and deals with small scuffles or fights. Every now and then its something big but lately his coworkers has been giving him a nasty cold shoulder. He wasn’t sure why they were doing this. Although he never really been well aquatinted with them to begin with. They didn’t like how he was functioning outside of what he was made for.
Well thats all in the past. He is just trying to live his life and do his job. But for not he needs rest. Rubbing his optics he keeps walking before slowly coming to a stop when he notices the buildings around him were no longer the ones he was familiar with.
“…Huh?”
Decepticon flags hung about the walls, as those bearing the purple symbol roamed the streets. No Autobots at all wherever he stumbled into. As Soundwave tried to figure out what was going on, a winged mech approached him. “New Soundwave? What are you doing here? I thought you were on duty back at Decepticon Castle. Did you change your paint job; not satisfied in black?” That being was Cyclonus. He had a bright purple cape on and some gold accents, something about him was off. What it could be, Soundwave had yet to tell.
Soundwave stares at the flags he saw on some of the walls. Wondering why the symbol was a different color and looked a bit...friendlier? He keeps walking before coming to a stop and jerking a bit when someone came up to him. He goes to respond before tilting his helm a bit. Okay. That was his name but partly wrong. “Um... My name is Soundwave Sir however I’m afraid you’ve mistaken me for someone else. I...I’m an Enforcer..An officer of sorts. I patrol a part of Iacon and help the citizens with small matters. While also catching criminals now and then.” Trying his very best to be polite as he informs this mech all this.
Gotta keep a straight face u guys
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Something New
@grand-galvatron
Soundwave yawns while he tiredly staggers down the sidewalk. Heading home after a long shift at the police station once more. Same thing every day and night. He heads in and deals with small scuffles or fights. Every now and then its something big but lately his coworkers has been giving him a nasty cold shoulder. He wasn’t sure why they were doing this. Although he never really been well aquatinted with them to begin with. They didn't like how he was functioning outside of what he was made for.
Well thats all in the past. He is just trying to live his life and do his job. But for not he needs rest. Rubbing his optics he keeps walking before slowly coming to a stop when he notices the buildings around him were no longer the ones he was familiar with.
“...Huh?”
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I made TFA style Pharma for myself Might draw some silly scenarios with him, might not 👀
small doodle dump!!
he is... very very handsome....
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Soundwave looks around. Wondering who said that? he currently couldn’t see very well. his morning patrol didnt go well.
“That’s a relief to hear. Being able to see again will be nice.“ Turning his head slowly towards the sounds he hears.
“No. I have some credits on me. I’ll probably need to find a tempt job here as well.“
She starts working on his visor, touches gentle and calm. She knew a lot of bots didn’t like medics, thiygh that mostly because they were used to seeing medics on the battle field when they were nearly dying
“I doubt enough for a hotel” she murmurs “you really hit your helm, I don’t feel comfortable letting you go alone…you can stay here for the night”
His servos wet just fidgeting in his lap as he sits there. Letting her do the repairs. Hop things can go well for him. For once. Things had been going down hill at work.
“you sure that would be ok? I wouldn’t be taking up a much need room will I? I know small clinics have limited space so..”
she hums a bit as she works, it din’t take long till the visor was working again “it might take your optics a while to adjust though’’
she smiles a bit “of course it’s okay, usually people don’t even stay here for the night, they come here for mostly small things” she looks over him again, mostly the back of his helm
“…okay. did everything go smoothly with the repair? I couldnt really tell how you were doing the repair.“ he was just curious. He was always trying to at least know a little bit about how something was repaired on himself just in case he ever had to do it himself. He’s already had to do that a couple of times.
“if you’re sure. I’ll stay.“
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