heavyweaponsbot: (Save your fears)
That is it! I am finished with this nonsense! With this place!

[The snarl of rage all but shakes the journal. Ironhide's voice is sharp, harsh with anger and bitter pain. His words are crisp, but undercut by a warning growl. Finding his charges missing only a day after their arrival has pushed the old warrior to the edge. The lack of a familiar, stabilizing presence only shoved him further over it.]

[He no longer cares for their punishments. He has a mission now.]


You--! All of you under this lord's command! Tell me where you have taken them! Where do you hide the missing!

[Stone -- probably some random bit of rock he found to illustrate his point -- crunches.]

You will tell me... Or I will tear this place apart! [Another warning crunch of stone.] You have one hour.

[And with that, he ends the recording. He can be found waiting near the stables. And once the hour winds down, if he hears nothing, he will literally begin attempting to rip the very stones of the keep apart.]
heavyweaponsbot: (Save your fears)
[Oh hey Keep. It's Ironhide again. And boy does he sound unhappy.]

Tell me, lord.

[There is so much derision in that word, it should be a curse, not a title.]

Where are those who go missing? Do you send them home, to their "vanished worlds"? Or are you keeping them locked up!

[Something big and heavy impacts a wall.]

Answer me!

[... Finding Lea missing isn't sitting well with the big old bot.]
heavyweaponsbot: (Save your fears)
I want a status report! Infected, well, whatever, sound off.

Xanth, Zuko. Tell me you are unharmed.

Some illness will not affect me. I will protect anyone who requires it.

[With or without a response, the big Autobot is going zombie stomping, looking for his kids.]
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: (We are not amused)
What has happened this time? Who is responsible for all these deaths? Hmn?

[There's the sound of a heavy fist impacting a wall. Someone is very displeased by all this death nonsense. Someone he reasonably liked was among the dead, if the comms were any indication.]

I want an explanation.

Now.
heavyweaponsbot: (Event | Ratchet's never looked angrier)
[The video opens on Ratchet.  Who looks exceedingly peeved.  Moreso than those familiar with him may have ever seen him.  In fact, he looks as if he'd very much like to rip his communicator in half.]

Whoever is in possession of my medic will inform me of his whereabouts.  Immediately!  Or I shall tear you apart!

Where has the captain put him!  Answer me!

[... well.  That's certainly not something Ratchet would ever say.]
heavyweaponsbot: (Hide your pain)
[If one listens closely, they may hear a soft smack-smack of fish tails against fishy bodies, as Ironhide turns on his comm.]

I do not see how this qualifies as a punishment.  Not so bad... Once you get used to it...

This is not going to deter me from taking action against anything, Captain.  Especially not from protecting my charges from mad women and other organics... who have more disgusting tastes than mere murder.


[Of course, Ironhide is not mentioning the fact that he hasn't rested lately, thanks to the fish he's covered in bursting into song on every hour.]
heavyweaponsbot: (This waking hell I am)
I wish to know what occurred on the upper decks. Between a certain turtle and an unknown person.

And I wish to know now. This is not a request. Speak up! Be quick about it!
heavyweaponsbot: (Sideglance FTW)
If this crew is finished calling their master down on us, I will repeat a previous statement.

I have a frog. I want a question answered. Answer me.




[Locked to Leonardo - 90% Unhackable]
Asking if you are all right is foolish. I will not. I... [Awkwardly] I will only apologize. Should have kept my vocals mute.

Especially since I have no room to talk, when it comes to ignoring that creature calling himself a captain.


[Locked to Ratchet - Unhackable]
Hey. You uh... you got a minute?

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