7th Transmission / Audio

[heavyweaponsbot]

I begin to loathe this boat nearly as much as aircraft... Going to rust in all this... damp.

Need something to keep from stiffening up. Some sort of exercise... Only so many times I can drive around these decks. Unlike some, I do not enjoy poking holes in turf, or studying these yellow creatures all day.

Hmnf.

Open to... suggestion.

Comments

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

Perhaps not necessary, but I do enjoy the annoyance in your tone when I use it, Autobot.

Likely you do not. You do not seem particularly to notice them. Beyond a few exceptions, of course.

[heavyweaponsbot]

You would.

None of them are the organics I was charged with watching over. None of them are in danger. No reason to pay much attention.

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

How old-fashioned of you.

Speaking of diversion, how was that energon I gave you at the party?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Old-fashioned...?

... Fine. Why?

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

Ignoring organics, I mean.

Simply curious. Because it sounded like you and Ratchet quite enjoyed it.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Oh, he is totally listening in on this. :|]

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

[Shockwave totally expects that; he did leave it unlocked, after all.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

I fail to see how that is old fashioned...

...

What?

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

Different realities, I suppose.

Oh, come then. You had to have realized that I would be a little curious just what you would be doing with our surplus. I just happened to pick up your conversation with Mikaela.

[heavyweaponsbot]

That is your answer to everything.

You were spying on me--what... conversation with Mikaela...?

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

And yet it is no less true.

It is hardly spying when the conversation is public. Not logged in your databanks, is it? I have heard that happens when one overcharges.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Hmpf.

... Public... we were... not public.

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

You may not have been, but it was conducted over the communicators, was it not? Such things are available to the rest of us to listen to. I am certain yours still retains the log as well, if you think me a liar.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Why were you listening to us!

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

Curiosity. Boredom. And I wondered if it had anything to do with your nearly ordering me to 'relax'.

[That part. That he remembers clearly. It gets fuzzy after that.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[There's some deadly quiet in his voice.]

What. Are you talking about.

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

If I recall correctly, you told me to 'loosen up' and offered me a cube at the party.

Why?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Information, Decepticon. More likely to give something away.

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

I had thought as much. [His paranoia had caught up to him and he spent several megacycles cursing at himself in private.]

I commend your honesty, Autobot. And I will be more cautious of your offers in the future.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Hmnf! As if I would have any other reason for conversing with you like that...

Lucky me.

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

I try not to rule out all possibilities without investigation.

Do try to be more creative in the future. I do not have the patience for games such as that.

[He's irritated, and it leaks through in his voice. Not irritated at Ironhide, but at himself. He should have known better.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... there are no other possibilities.

Oh no? And I thought you were different than other Decepticons... they were incredibly impatient.

[Taunt... taunt.]

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

[Rrrrrrrr. He mentally starts shoving his irritation back; he hasn't yelled at anyone in years and he's not to start now, not with Ironhide.]

I simply tire of mechs attempting such mundane information-gathering. Think of it as me posing a challenge to you. I dare you to try to get some useful information out of me.

[heavyweaponsbot]

'Course you do. That is the only reason you are losing your precious patience. Not possibly anything else.

[Maybe enjoying this... too much.]

How do you know I have not already done it?

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

[He puts his claws against his temples and offlines his optic, trying to remind himself of what he stands to lose. It helps. Sort of.]

Who is to say that you did not lose the information the same way you gained it? You cannot recall your conversation with Mikaela, after all.