33rd Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

What is this.

If I see one more "I told you so", or "You are all fools", I will break the one responsible! This is no time for that! You can gloat to your sparks' content after we are out of danger! Hmnf!


There was mention of mirrors. Keep away from them.

And if you are unable to defend yourself, you will go and locate someone who can. They are your new friend until this is over. Bunker down. Ride it out. And save your insults.

Probably have better ones by then, anyway.


Autobots. There are four of us. Work in pairs or alone, but know what our duty is. Mikaela, if you need me, call.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Good. Stay safe.

... You only have to call, and we will come.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I'll do my best.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Yeah.

[There's a lot he'd like to say, but, being Ironhide... can't. So he leaves it at that.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

See you around. Be careful.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[There's silence for a while.]









You okay?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She almost disconnected, she thought he'd left.]

Yeah. I guess.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He shifts around, creakily.]

You... uh. You "guess?"

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Just some freaky stuff going on. A little weirded out, that's all.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah... It will be fine. We will see this through.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Everything will be fine.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... I mean it, Mikaela.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I know, Ironhide.

[She just hopes he's right.]