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4th Transmission // Audio // 4th Wall

[Gears and joints crack over the line--someone's working the kinks out]

Better.

About time this place ceased altering my structure. Tired of looking like Ratchet too... So now what? Do we continue sitting by...? Or do we try and get answers out of these... people?

Could use a drink too.

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[... the bellowing shows he cares.]

Funny.

Not here. Where are you? Give me your location.

[He would prefer something... You know, the bellowing is fine. :|]

I am currently aboard the deck of an unknown human sea vessel, strange though it may sound.

[Oh don't worry, he'll find you :|]

... Gathered that, Ratchet. Where on the vessel?

[He's counting on it. This is not something he's used to, appearing on boats.]

... Is there a way of telling...?

It... appears to be decorated in the fashion of one of those medieval stone structures, with primitive metal weapons. Hmm...

[BRB, INVESTIGATING SAID WEAPONS ON DECK 07]

Oh would you--

RATCHET! Quit getting--listen to me! Quit looking at that!

[BRB CHASING YOU DOWN. SOMEHOW.]

[But... the science!]

... Hm?

Oh, yes. As I said, I am currently on a deck that seemed to be fashioned after one of those primitive stone structures. A 'castle', I believe.

You did not say that.

How long have you been here? Staring at the ground again?

[NO, YOU'RE GETTING TACKLED AS SOON AS YOU'RE FOUND.]

A cycle or two.

You know, it is really very fascinating how they managed to import this sort of interior decor onto a ship...

[OHSHI- I am going to pretend that is upsetting. :|]

... Yeah, so fascinating, people are dying over it. And so fascinating they remove our weapon systems.

[DRIVIN'. DRIVIN'. Like a black golf cart of death.]

[Perhaps I should have met you on the mini golf deck...]

Dying?

...

They have removed your weapons? [Oh no they di'nt. Don't mess with those weapons, fraggit, or this medic is gon' have to smack someone. >:|]

[Too late. Behind you.]

Yeah.

...

See for yourself! [Shove/tackle 8|]

[slk;jglskjgs]

[... Ironhide, your body is a mess. The medic is not pleased at all. :|]

... How long have you been here?

[Gets up off him--overly excited greeting was FLAWLESS VICTORY]

... few weeks.

I know they were field repairs, but I thought they would have lasted longer than that...

[Shakes his head, inspecting his chest.]

[Head tilt]

What field repairs...? We were still in battle...

... Ironhide, the battle was over. Optimus defeated The Fallen.

Or did you damage your memory circuits as well?

... it was not. You think you would have allowed me to leave the field on fire? Because that is how I arrived here.

Optimus... So Mikaela is right. He lives.

... You remember nothing after that?

[This is even more interesting than he thought. Hmm.

Sigh. He had better take care of this first.]

Come here - Let me take a look at that.

... No. Nothing.

[Stands relatively still so he can be poked at.] Took a few rounds... scouting with Arcee.

You made a nice mess of yourself.

[Shaking his head. Oh you. Look at this shrapnel.]

They have taken my cutting and welding tools along with my weapons, so this will not be my best work.

[Squirming, as per usual] Was not my idea. Had to find the boy...

[Head-tilts] Your best surpasses all else. This will be on par with the average medic... I think I will survive.

You would drive the average medic into stasis-lock.

[He's smiling though, very used to your squirming by now. Still trying to get rid of the shrapnel.]