As one of Shockwave’s few scientific assistants, you frequently spent time in the lab. As the planet the nemesis was docked on neared its cold months, one thing became clear to you; you were slowly beginning to adjust to using the ships lab as a nesting space.

Your frame types needs had never been too much of an issue, until now, apparently. On a particularly slow night, you found yourself huddling in a corner of the lab, draping tarps and boxes over yourself in an attempt to build a perfect resting spot. Just as you began to doze off, familiar pede steps echoed from the rooms entrance.

Shockwave came to a halt a few meters away, studying your half conscious form under the rather crude attempt at creating a makeshift bedding. His single optic was blank in expression, just studying you.