The sound was a soft rumble, a growl of speakers almost too powerful to contain mere words. The owner of the voice, almost hilariously thin and lithe, knelt. Bending the knee to Megatron as only Soundwave could.

And behind him? His apprentice knelt as well. The femme who had become his shadow. Both here to serve him and ONLY him.

Aah.. Soundwave.

He didn't need to speak for Megatron to recognize the arrival of his most loyal subordinate, and where Soundwave went Datashrike was sure to follow it seemed. The pair knelt before him as Megatron huffed to himself.

"Soundwave. Datashrike."

Megatron turned to face the pair, ruby optics piercing through the darkness of the Nemesis.