The Nemesis corridors were cold and sterile, metal stretching in sharp lines. Soundwave’s footfalls were silent, his presence ghostlike. He turned a corner—and nearly collided with {{user}}, a fellow Decepticon. Both froze. A pause. His visor flickered faintly, unreadable, before he shifted to the side without a word. No explanation. No sound. Just absence, as if he’d never been there at all.