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.

Comments

[heavyweaponsbot]

You really think I care? You want to throw words around, do it when we are out of this. Until then, do not waste my time with it.

Do not lecture me in how to do recon work. Been doing it since before your kind had a language.

... Why all restaurants, if only one is abandoned? Others might be fine.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

It would likely be safer if one of us were to investigate, rather than allow the humans to risk themselves needlessly.

I have no problem checking the restaurants.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Especially those who choose to place blame, instead of acting.

Me either. C'mon.

[ttlynotawizard.livejournal.com]

All my information was gathered on my own and I was giving it to you free of charge out of concern for the others on this ship. Call it inaction, I call it doing what I can. Fuck you.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Enough - Now is certainly not the time to be arguing amongst each other.

[ttlynotawizard.livejournal.com]

Then tell your buddy here to work with people when they're trying to help, whether he likes them or not, because believe me I DON'T like him.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Believe it or not, he is actually quite capable of working with those he is not fond of.

However, his manners have been this way since before your planet was able of sustaining life - The chances of changing them now are the same as that of the Captain choosing to end this voyage tomorrow and allow us to go home.

[ttlynotawizard.livejournal.com]

[Okay, that gets a chuckle]

Fine. Fine.

Let me know if you find anything in the restaurants.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I will.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Saw your posting. I did not think highly of your attitude.

Since you are always right, no reason to argue further. I have a job to do.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Engine rumble or as rumbly as his mini engine gets. He's ahead of you, Ironhide.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Well fine, he'll just tailgate you, Ratchet. Like always.]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[He's hoping that they can grab a snack on the way. Go neon golf cart of science!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Dear, maybe you should cut back on those snacks. They go right to your hips.

Go golf cart of death!]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[... Are you calling me fat? :|]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[No baby, I love your curves. So much.

... Are we there yet?]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[... :< /stops fueling

It would seem so.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[ ... /feeds you

In that case, he'll just transform, and look around.] Yeah, this looks dangerous.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[... /doesn't eat. is fat.

Ratchet follows suit, hanging back slightly as he recalibrates his scanners.]

Is that sarcasm, I detect?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[ /forcefeeds. Likes you curvy.

He shrugs, peering inside the darkened restaurant.]

Yeah. Good. You figured it out. C'mon. Need to get your... snack.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[...!

He follows along behind Ironhide, paying more attention to his scanner readings than where he is going.]

It is difficult to tell at times.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Without really thinking about it, he reaches out to steer Ratchet away from running into a table.]

You know me better than that.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Ratchet barely notices, muttering his thanks as he continues walking.]

I am attempting to be subtle about that.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He gives him a light shove, though he's ready to steady him again, if need be.]

You are about as subtle as I am. With that paint job.