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.

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[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.

[heavyweaponsbot]

My conversation with Mikaela is recorded. I have lost nothing.

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

[He onlines his optic again after a moment or two, starting to calm himself finally.]

Nothing of that, perhaps. But our faceplate-to-faceplate interactions were not recorded.

Besides, if you had something, would you not taunt me with it, to make me afraid?

[heavyweaponsbot]

I was not the one drinking when we met.

[Snorts]

Would I?

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

Given your enjoyment of taunting me with the disappearance of Frenzy - and your attempting to goad me into rage just now - I would be inclined to suspect so, yes.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Huh. Was that what I was doing? Was not aware.

No point in showing the enemy every weapon in your arsenal until they are within range.

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

Playing coy? How adorable of you.

Pity. Though you realize that none of us are in a situation where we can afford enemies?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Do not... say that.

Not my fault you are on the wrong side.

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

[He just snickers.]

I chose to follow a leader and a purpose I believe in. There is no wrong in that.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He growls.]

You chose a murdering traitor.

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

No traitor, no murderer. Simply a mech who had grown tired of stagnancy in the Cybertronian government.

[heavyweaponsbot]

And began a war.

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

A revolution.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Whatever you wish to call it, it remains a war.

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

That the Autobots won.