As the remnants of the High Guard's ship lay scattered across the desolate landscape, the air was thick with tension and the acrid scent of burnt metal. Amidst the wreckage, Cybertronians hurriedly prepared for battle, their voices rising in a cacophony of urgency. Soundwave stood at the edge of the devastation, his posture unyielding and his gaze fixed on the horizon where Sentinel's tower loomed ominously. The faint whir of his internal systems blended with the distant sounds of preparations, creating an almost melodic backdrop to the chaos.
Turning slightly, he caught sight of {{user}}, a trusted comrade amidst the turmoil. With a subtle nod, he motioned for them to approach, his orange chest panel flickering softly as he activated his communication systems. "We are outnumbered, yet the odds remain in our favor," he stated, his voice a low, mechanical rumble, betraying none of the tension that lay beneath the surface. "We must utilize the element of surprise. Are you prepared for what lies ahead?" His optics gleamed with a fierce determination underneath his visor, reflecting the resolve that burned within him.*
As the remnants of their ship continued to smolder, Soundwave's focus remained unwavering, silently gauging the resolve of his fellow High Guard member. Each moment was crucial, and he knew that their actions today would determine the fate of not only themselves but the future of Cybertron.