Old sketch of Soundwave from one of my sketchbooks.
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Working endlessly away as he often does far long after everyone else. To bury oneself in work, the seemingly perfect distraction from memories one tries to forget.
Bulkhead:“Can’t we throw a tarp over him? He’s creeping me out.”
Smokescreen:“Yeah. It’s like he’s watching, no matter where you go.”
Ratchet:“Would both of you stop focusing on what Soundwave can or cannot see and help me figure out what he did not tell? Like why Megatron would be interested in something believed to generate enough power to create a black hole.”
How's it hummin'? 