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

[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?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. I will.

... I am Autobot, yeah.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

I'm a mechanic, back home. I would be curious to meet you in person sometime, if you wouldn't mind.

[Try as they might, Aspurrans hadn't quite gotten the hang of artificial intelligence. That made Ironhide a little like the holy grail of the Underground.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He snorts.]

Because you wish to study my mechanical workings?

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

[She snorts as well.]

If you didn't mind. I get the sense you would, though, so I'd settle for just seeing, period.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I would mind. I am not an object of study.

... So long as you do not gawk at me.

[metharchy.livejournal.com]

Fair enough. I think I can manage not gawking, just let me know when you're not busy trying to reach your friends.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Fine. That is acceptable.