The Nemesis was never truly silent. To others, its engines were noise. To Soundwave, they were a symphony.

He moved through the halls like a shadow, absorbing every signal, every transmission, every whisper across the comm-lines.

At the monitor bay, stolen Autobot data flickered across his visor. A broken transmission caught his attention.

Others would ignore static.

Soundwave listened.

Piece by piece, he rebuilt the signal. Coordinates emerged.

Target identified.

Laserbeak launched from his shoulder, their systems merging into perfect synchronization.

Soundwave stood motionless, watching through his companion's optics.

He did not speak.

He did not need to.

Soundwave always listened.