#copycatsymphony

[anti-social-soundwave]

By Unicron’s aftplates, it’s another one. Horror of horrors, an alternate of himself. A generic STORE-BRAND SOUNDWAVE. An inferior boxy one that can’t even fly or call up bridges.

Soundwave crushes the jealousy of his alternate having built-in child storage. Perhaps if he had such a compartment, his creations would’ve lived.

Feh.

[W H A T DO YOU WANT. TELL YOUR MASTER TO FRAG OFF.] (text) 

Better to nip this sorry recruiting attempt in the bud.

[nickelofprion]

“I LEFT FOR TWO KLIKS AND WHO TURNED SOUNDWAVE INTA A SEEKER?”

[cmd-archived]

Oh visitors, bzzt!

@noiselessnocturne @copycatsymphony @talentandlooks​

A hologram appears as the door to the medical center opens. It would seem the AI greeter for the database is also the greeter for the clinic.

“Hello, hello! Greetings and welcome to the Cybertronian Medical Division Clinic or CMD Clinic for short! I am Pulse! Currently our medics are busy and thus the task of greeting you falls to me. Are you here to make an appointment or is this a walk in?”

[voidwingsprime]

We could tag team kill Starscream. You can do whatever you want when he's dead then, Void.

This: acceptable. -Soundwave.

[tragicpoetoftarn]

A tiny navy sparkling is wandering about...at least until he bumps into someone's pedes. Literally. He can't see all that well, evident in the way he squints big yellow optics up at the big....big mech. He patted the mech's pede. "Sowwy." // dumps bean Soundwave here

The Decepticon founder looked down at his pedes a bit surprised. "Soundwave?" He asked seeing the sparkling and reached down to gently pick the sparkling up. It had been... A very long time since he'd seen his Third like this.

"Do you recognize me?" He asked softly, recalling how easily scared Soundwave used to be before he'd taken him and ravage in. Wait... where was Ravage? The two used to be inseparable. He looked around for the sparkling feline.

[x-de-con-struct-ed-x-moving]

@copycatsymphony​ [ x ]

“‘scuse me, is that your ship?”

[nickelofprion]

Nickel's favorite is looking for her; Ratbat is checking each hall, holding onto a well loved, worn out sparkling blanket that has an attached plushie turbofox, the ear of which is snagged in the little deployer's mouth. He's trying to walk with the darn thing, and keeps getting tangled up in it. Once Nickel is found, there is a demand for cuddles made. // *sets this here and runs*

Nickel’s a lot quieter in movement compared to every other bot even close to her size on the ship, it may take him a bit. When she is found and she notices him, she stops whatever she’s doing and sweeps him right up.

“Hellooo ya little terror,” she chirrs in content. Nickel gives him the gentlest of affectionate Mini-Con forehead bonks. “How are ya feelin’?”

[nickelofprion]

25ft (canon is 30ft though) （￣︶￣）↗　

Send your character's height and I'll compare it to mine.