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[heavyweaponsbot]

[If anyone's listening, there's a clatter over the comms, as something heavy hits the ground. There's no sounds of fighting, no shouts, cursing. Just a thunk. And silence.

Somewhere in the palm trees, exhaustion finally got the better of the old Autobot. He'd spent weeks now, with all systems engaged, first while jeweled, then searching for his missing comrade. And when Ratchet failed to be located, he's thought the worst. It's taken a toll on him.

Should anyone feel the need to investigate the sound, they'll find a huge black pile of metal, sprawled amongst the trees... out like a light and apparently quite comfortable.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He reaches over and gives the turtle a little shove.]

If you see him first, tackle him for me.

[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[Mike makes a small salute.]

Roger that.

[And then he flops down next to Ironhide, staring up through the palm fronds.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Good soldier.

[With that declaration, he casually drapes an arm across the ground, his hand behind the turtle's head. Protective gesture.]