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

[Voice]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

I'm down on weapons, but I can scout for you buttheads nooo problem.

[meinxxherz.livejournal.com]

Thhh-thanks, Ironhide.

[xmaliciouslyx.livejournal.com]

I'm not playing babysitter.

[Voice]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah, do that. See what you can find.

Heard ten is a bad place to be. Check the others.

[heavyweaponsbot]

For what? Being loud and annoyed?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Good thing there are no "babies" here, then, hmn?

[Voice]

[phasebitchin.livejournal.com]

[Lilith not teasing the living shit out of him? This IS serious business.]

Aye aye, sir. [There's a healthy veil of sarcasm, at least. Lilith wishes that Steele was still alive.

Zzt. Link down.]

[xmaliciouslyx.livejournal.com]

If someone can't defend themselves, it's hardly my problem.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Then quit bothering me and go hide in your own hole.

Hmnf. Selfish human.

[Voice]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Eh, he figures she's being smart and saving it all up for when they're less likely to die.]

Good.

[meinxxherz.livejournal.com]

Yeah.

All--a-all the 'I told you sss--I--I told you so' stuff was--was pissing me off, too.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I will.

[She's keeping her 'I TOLD YOU SO' to herself. She doesn't want to be broken.]

[jazzingitup.livejournal.com]

No need to remind any of us, Ironhide. I just got out of Deck 20, by the way and I won't be going back anytime soon. My poor bodywork...

[heavyweaponsbot]

This is not the time, or place for that nonsense. They can wait.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Good. Stay safe.

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

[heavyweaponsbot]

Just saying.

... What happened?

[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.]

[jazzingitup.livejournal.com]

I was minding my own business when a bunch of six-legged creatures as big as one of those Earth horses appeared. They're aren't friendly.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

See you around. Be careful.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[There's silence for a while.]









You okay?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... So the racing deck has been taken over.

You okay?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

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

Yeah. I guess.

[jazzingitup.livejournal.com]

I've got scratch marks all over my chassis!

Yeah, just peachy.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He shifts around, creakily.]

You... uh. You "guess?"