SHOCKWAVE – COLD LOGIC
In the darkness of space, amid a field of burning asteroids, SHOCKWAVE stands ready. His single eye glows with cold, calculating light as smoke still rises from his powerful cannon. Logic. Precision. Domination. Nothing escapes his strategic mind, forged for DECEPTICON supremacy. His violet armor, gleaming with chrome accents, catches the distant starlight, contrasting with the cosmic chaos around him. The vast void is nothing more than a chessboard, where every move is calculated, every outcome predicted. For Shockwave, war is not about emotion… but an equation to be solved. A shot has just ripped through the darkness. Who was the target? A fleeing Autobot… or a pawn sacrificed to the cold hand of logic? "Illogic is weakness. Victory is inevitable."
