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

[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.

[Audio]

[heavyweaponsbot]

I am not interested in exploring. I am interested in returning home.

[Audio]

[shocksanglocks.livejournal.com]

Have you been outside yet?

[Abrupt subject change ahoy?]

[Audio]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yes. Why?

[Audio]

[shocksanglocks.livejournal.com]

You're pretty tall, did you see any way out?

[Audio]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He growls.]

I am not my proper size. Even if I were, I cannot see for miles.