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1st Transmission
Jan. 9th, 2011 04:35 pm[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?
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?