45th Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

[When the comm clicks on tonight, there's a long silence, while the speaker debates whether or not he really wants to do this.]

...

Hey.  Ratchet.  You... got a minute?

Top deck.

[And without further ado, Ironhide will be waiting on the top deck.  Watching that crazy old sky up there.]

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Ratchet doesn't bother verbally answering the summons - It was faster to simply make his way to the top deck, the tiny Hummer rolling across the top deck until he caught sight of the broad black shadow.

Transforming back to his root form, he wandered up behind him, making no effort to disguise his presence.]

Are you alright?