1st Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

[The com crackles. Ironhide shakes it. He hasn't bothered to go find his "living quarters". Not yet. He has a far more important job to attend to.

When the comm finally starts up, the voice on his end is deep, faintly accented, and still very angry.]

Autobots. Come in. Respond! I have lost your signals... answer me!

[When there is no immediate response, he snarls into it, then goes silent for several minutes.]

...

Where is this place?

Comments

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Apparently dis be Vertiline mon.

[heavyweaponsbot]

That is not helpful. Never heard of such a place.

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Neiddah have I. Dis ain't be no part of Azuhrot.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Azuhrot? What is that?

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

[A mispronunciation brought on by a thick troll accent.]

My home, gonna take a wild guess and say joo nevah heard of it.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

What are Autobots?

[Pause.]

Good luck getting any signals. This blighted communicator looks like some ill-conceived technological attempt by Asarians...the functions are at best, rudimentary.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Autonomous robotic life forms from Cybertron.

[He growls.]

I have noticed. But I refuse to not try and raise my comrades.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

Robotic?

[This grabs Meth's interest and she sits up, getting a better grip on her communicator.]

I don't blame you. I only mean that it doesn't seem wise to expect a successful connection with your comrades.

[heavyweaponsbot]

That is what I said.

... I must try, anyway. I will continue to try, until I can reach them.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

If you find success, I hope you'll tell us all how you manage it.

So, you are one of those robots as well?

[memoriesinsmoke.livejournal.com]

Your guess is as good as mine. You won't have much luck trying to contact anyone you know, either.

I've already tried - it doesn't work.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I refuse to give up without attempting to find the others.

[memoriesinsmoke.livejournal.com]

I never told you to give up. All I said was that trying to contact them like you normally would won't work.

[heavyweaponsbot]

And I said that I would try, regardless.

[memoriesinsmoke.livejournal.com]

Good on you. Seems to be what everybody's focusing on right now. [Which isn't to say that isn't what Liz is focusing on, but it's more like she's trying to figure out some way to get herself out of here and back with the B.P.R.D.

She hasn't had any luck so far, but...well. Liz doesn't plan on stopping.]

So, who are you trying to contact? Autobots, you said, right?

[stormcleaver.livejournal.com]

They aren't here. You won't get a response.

[He would know. He's checked. Just to be sure. Because whatever Eir says, Loe does Not Like having these non-human Called in his space.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Says who?

[stormcleaver.livejournal.com]

Says me.

[Oh, this is starting well, isn't it.]

You were Called. Your companions weren't. If they're meant to show up later, they'll show up later. Until then, don't worry about it.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Your words mean nothing to me, human. Just talk. No substance.

Start explaining, before I get annoyed.

[stormcleaver.livejournal.com]

You aren't listening.

[Dammit, didn't Eir explain things to them?]

We brought you here to fight for us. The magic Calls whoever's the best fit for our needs and you fit what we needed not like I know why we need a talking machine.

[Audio]

[shocksanglocks.livejournal.com]

Your communicator isn't gonna work like that. I've already tried to contact my home and I didn't get any feedback.

[Audio]

[heavyweaponsbot]

I will try if I want to.

[Audio]

[shocksanglocks.livejournal.com]

I never said you couldn't try. I'm, like, just saying that maybe you should put your energy towards something more, like, useful.

[Audio]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Such as?

Re: [Audio]

[shocksanglocks.livejournal.com]

Well, there's this whole new place to explore and it's kind of, like, hard to explore with a communicator in your face.