Soundwave had been having a rough couple of days. He's been more on edge than usual, not to mention how he has been actively avoiding anyone he can. He holed himself up in one of the security rooms with no intentions of leaving unless necessary. After reaching day two of that nonsense, Laserbeak decided she had enough. The little avian zipped into the bridge with a loud trill, then made a beeline for Megatron. She circled him a few times, waiting for permission to land and perch somewhere on him. — @melodic-victor
Megatron busied himself with looking over progress reports on the construction of his newest space bridge. Dull work, yes, but wholly necessary to ensure his plans came to fruition exactly how he intended. He swiped through to the next page when he was drawn from his deep focus by an all-too-familiar trill.
An optic ridge cocked slightly as Laserbeak circled him; Soundwave was not often without his deployer aboard the warship. Something was clearly amiss.
He lifted his left arm, presenting her with a place to land.
“What do you have to tell me?”
