heavyweaponsbot: (All Spark why would you even --)
... Anyone else suddenly get a bad feeling?

As if something horrible has happened, and you have no power to set it right again?

[He has no idea where this feeling is coming from, or why it's there, but ignoring it isn't exactly helping anything.]

[It just makes him feel more and more restless.]

Need to go hit something. Badly.
heavyweaponsbot: (Running to fight)
[The voice that suddenly booms over the journals should be familiar to some.  And, if not, it's certainly loud and attention-getting.  Someone is clearly unhappy.]

This... is a lie. It must be. It cannot be possible -- not again!

[A pause.  There's some mechanical shifting while the party in question tries to remain calm.  There is also a sound like... water dripping?]

Who is listening? Can anyone hear me! This is Ironhide -- stuck in some... room somewhere. With a talking book. And no frog. I had a frog on me a moment ago.

[Another pause -- and he's right back to being borderline frantic.]

... Ratchet! Do you read this? Answer me! ... Answer me. You must be here.
heavyweaponsbot: (Rise or fall)
[If it's possible for a five-ton Autobot to sound tired, Ironhide does.  Not nearly as much as he would, if he'd been organic, but still.  And then, finding the ship in complete disarray?  Not so good on the nerves.]

We... have returned.  All those who lived. 

[A pause, and he cycles air through his intakes.]

The one we went in for, the female, has been secured.  I want a status report from... anyone who can give it.  On the ship, on... yourselves.

[And anyone he cares about -- YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE.]
heavyweaponsbot: (gdit C4)
... Anyone figure out yet what the captain was raving about this time?



[Locked to: Bryn, King // Unhackable]

Need to ask you something. Important.
heavyweaponsbot: (More than I can compute)
... What have you all done to get yourselves handcuffed?  Have I missed some large-scale brawl?  Why was I not informed?

Need to tell me these things.  Getting rusty just punching the bees.



((ooc: Ironhide is unable to lie 8D Enjoy!))
heavyweaponsbot: (But why is the energon gone? :<)
... why is everyone suddenly watching films? And why is it loud on board?

What happened this time?
heavyweaponsbot: (WTF JUST HAPPENED HERE.)
... Ow! Rocks...?

[Silence - except for the familiar creaking and groaning of metal as Ironhide looks around. When he speaks, the gravely, aged voice is back. He does sound more... groggy... than usual. "Hungover", would be a better word.]

What... just happened...? Why... am I in... the bar?

[And as it all dawns on him. Crap, crap, crap.]

... I can explain everything. To all of you. Ratchet--I did... not mean to leave...
heavyweaponsbot: ((Event) Pre-War: What's over there?)
[Anyone still of the proper age and memory will notice something is... different... with Ironhide's voice.  He sounds... not nearly as rough and ragged as usual.  His vocals sound almost... new.  Or closer to it.]

...

What is this?  Don't remember being here before...  What happened to the battalion?  The Commander...?  Any of you out there?


[ooc: Ahahah scaled back in age to pre-war times 8D Have fun.]

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