#weldedscars

Shockwave strode calmly through a deserted street. The planet was under neutral control, but a strong Decepticon presence in certain parts rendered the planet desolate. Being a smaller planet made it less known. It was the perfect place to store important information.

Keeping information on top-secret projects, Decepticon plans, and similar information on hand was a dangerous idea. Especially with all the bounty hunters around the galaxy. So, Shockwave kept information stashes across the galaxy. This specific planet just so happened to hold information on a few projects Shockwave had been working on before picking up his Long Arm gig.

The one eyed mech glanced over, indeed he was in bad shape. Energon dripped from his broken arm while his rotors weakly twitched on his back, he’s seen better days to be honest. “And who are you?”

"It's not the noise. I can handle noise, I prefer noise. Silence drives me nuts. It's, it's...."

He grunted trying to find the right words.

"It's everyone in the city. It's stifling, overbearing...and I dont know anyone."

He paused his movements and looked up at the bigger mech.

"Why do you care where I go to any way?"

(( Find My Muse Beaten And Bloody Meme (Accepting) ))

(Star for stargazing)

Timid blue optics darted around the seemingly deserted area, trying to discern if it was really empty. Once satisfied it was, a small teal bot emerged from his hiding spot. Giving one more glance around to sate his paranoia, he leaned down onto all fours. His frame shuddered and shifted into a slightly larger, more lizard like form.

He sighed and stretched. It wasn't often he had enough time to steal away and find a place far from prying eyes but when he did. He took his time to enjoy it.

This time he was going to spend it curled up watching the stars. At least he try to.