59th Transmission - Audio
Oct. 8th, 2010 01:15 amIs this... the best punishment you can manage...? Hmn?
[Despite the obvious organic quality of his voice, which should be an indicator in and of itself, there's something else off about Ironhide's speech. He sounds hoarse - and, as if that weren't enough, he abruptly starts coughing into the comm. Several quick, harsh coughs, and an odd... high-pitched sound at the end.
Thanks, Captain.]
Something is wrong with the frame this time... intakes are... glitched. Internal heating... eugh.
Need more coverings... and recharge.
[Despite the obvious organic quality of his voice, which should be an indicator in and of itself, there's something else off about Ironhide's speech. He sounds hoarse - and, as if that weren't enough, he abruptly starts coughing into the comm. Several quick, harsh coughs, and an odd... high-pitched sound at the end.
Thanks, Captain.]
Something is wrong with the frame this time... intakes are... glitched. Internal heating... eugh.
Need more coverings... and recharge.
[Ironhide has never sounded this awkward or embarrassed in his entire time aboard the ship. He doesn't even seem able to quite get coherent words out of himself.]
I... I need... to find books. Certain... books. Of... questionable content. I... do not ask this lightly, I...
Need books about... human... mating. Do not ask.
Hate my life.
((ooc: Ironhide chucked Ratchet's books out the window. See? His wife is not happy.))
I... I need... to find books. Certain... books. Of... questionable content. I... do not ask this lightly, I...
Need books about... human... mating. Do not ask.
Hate my life.
((ooc: Ironhide chucked Ratchet's books out the window. See? His wife is not happy.))
20th Transmission
Jan. 21st, 2010 02:14 pm[There's static for a few moments, before the comm actually picks up the very subdued voice.]
Ratchet... I... need you. Please.
Help.
[All of the above fall under things he would never... ever... say over open comm lines like this. Thank you very much, Captain. There's a pause, but anyone with decent hearing can hear him muttering to something--or someone.]
It will be fine... going to be okay... quiet now. I have you... Going to be fine... not going to hurt much longer... hush.
[Aren't auditory hallucinations fun? He has not left the hall the elevator dumped him into. And he likely won't on his own--thanks to being blind from Infected Passenger Spit, badly damaged, and with absolutely no sense of direction, the old boy's stuck on Deck 12.]
Ratchet... I... need you. Please.
Help.
[All of the above fall under things he would never... ever... say over open comm lines like this. Thank you very much, Captain. There's a pause, but anyone with decent hearing can hear him muttering to something--or someone.]
It will be fine... going to be okay... quiet now. I have you... Going to be fine... not going to hurt much longer... hush.
[Aren't auditory hallucinations fun? He has not left the hall the elevator dumped him into. And he likely won't on his own--thanks to being blind from Infected Passenger Spit, badly damaged, and with absolutely no sense of direction, the old boy's stuck on Deck 12.]