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]

[ /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.