35th Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Well! Here's a voice that hasn't been heard in some time. You all have Jak to thank for this. And no, he doesn't sound frantic, don't you dare suggest it, you're imagining things.]

Ratchet! Respond! Where--Has anyone seen him!

Mikaela--I...

What has happened?



[Locked to Jazz, and King: 85% Unhackable]

No good with apologies. But I... I am sorry.

Comments

[heavyweaponsbot]

You know nothing of how our systems work, and even less of what happened here! Do not presume to lecture me, when you have no basis for it!

And if you have nothing but empty insults, I do not have time to waste on you.

[tachikhromatic.livejournal.com]

Do you really think that that kind of circular logic is going to make me go away? I'm not just some dumb drone that can't even handle a self-referential paradox, I'll have you know! I'll track you down in person if I have to. Attacking your own technician represents a pretty big security risk!

It would be negligent to just let you go on in this hypocritical manner, as if you still have some claim to integrity after what you've done. Really, I have to make sure you learn your lesson.

[It hesitates, thoughtfully. This is a nasty pause.]

It's practically a public service.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Sometime in the first bit of the tirade, Ironhide clicks off the comm, hanging up. He has a medic to find, and rescue. And Mikaela to check on. No time to listen to nonsense.]

[tachikhromatic.livejournal.com]

[And now there is a Tachikoma trying to find him.]