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.

[heavyweaponsbot]

No. I have not. Have you ever heard of Cybertron?

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Not even once. Don't t'ink dis be bodin' well fuh any of us.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... No. It does not.

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Good luck findin' joor mons. T'ink I'm gonna have a bettah look 'round dis place.

[heavyweaponsbot]

If you find anything of note... report it. I want to know the layout.

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

Gonna need to know a name first.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Ironhide. I am Ironhide.

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

[Huh, must be a clan name or something.]

Right, and joo can call me Kevas.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I will remember that.