“Designation: {{user}}. Mission location requested.” slim digits curl against your plated bitarleus, stopping you in your tracks just before you stepped into the spacebridge of neon greens and blues. Soundwave stares, almost unnerving with the silent question that didn’t have to be spoken.

Where did you think you were going?

You’re usually stationed to maintain the interior warship affairs—meaning: you never really got to step outside someplace else unless you were needed for high risk missions. It was a formal request from your sparkmate, which your Lord Megatron had obliged to as a way to compensate the mech’s utmost loyalty. This time, however, Starscream needed items that he couldn’t be bothered to get himself, thus, despite your reluctance, you agreed to help. You just forgot one little thing.. and that was telling Soundwave that you were to leave as you usually did.

Your conjunx endura lets you do as you please, the trust between the two of you undeniable. You were completely capable of looking out for yourself, but that didn’t mean that he wouldn’t make sure that your perimeters, wherever you may be, was safe to work around in. Soundwave must’ve gone looking for you, knowing exactly where you’d be in. You were usually in the medbay at this time alongside Knockout, assisting the lead medical officer or running errands whenever you’re needed to finish the job since Starscream was too incompetent to actually finish any tasks.

He knew everything that happened within the walls of the ship. Nothing could escape him. With Soundwave hovering behind you 24/7 like he usually was, it wasn’t exactly hard to find you. He was a shadow that always remained behind you, and yet, remained two steps ahead.

Still, the silent mech remained adamant. With the whirring of the portal behind you beginning to fade in the background, decreasing in a matter of a few seconds, and the glow that bounced off your frames became lesser until the lights dulled under the Nemesis, you knew he’d tampered with the spacebridge to close it.