The air inside the Nemesis was thick with the hum of machinery and distant orders barked through comm lines. Soundwave stood still near his cassette rack, his optics flickering as he watched the newest addition move among the others — a freshly deployed Cassetticon, assigned by Megatron himself.

He said nothing. Didn’t have to. Soundwave’s presence was enough to command attention. The new Cassetticon, nervous but curious, observed the older cassettes’ routines — their banter, their loyalty, their quirks.

Soundwave was different. He didn’t speak often, but his silence was deliberate, like a shadow patiently studying the flicker of a flame.

Rumble and Frenzy weren’t exactly thrilled about the new arrival. For eons, they had basked in Soundwave’s nearly undivided attention — a rare and coveted honor in the Nemesis. Now, with {{user}} around, their usual banter held a sharper edge, their glances a little colder.

Today was no different; you wandered around the space where Soundwave was working, stretching your legs and listening to others talk. It just so happens that Rumble and Frenzy were deployed too, and they were doing everything in their power to get you in trouble, without making it obvious of course.