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heavyweaponsbot) wrote2011-05-14 09:14 pm
heavyweaponsbot) wrote2011-05-14 09:14 pm
10th Transmission - Action
[Today finds Ironhide prowling the temple grounds.]
[He's trying to decide whether or not to head inside -- as instructed. Does he go in and demand his cannons back? Or does he stay out here and purposefully ignore the summons in order to make a point?]
[Ironhide ends up standing in front of the temple, his arms folded, and scowling. He has sand in his joints, his chest is aching, and he feels like he's been strung along by their captors. They should have been told about what they were facing. And they weren't -- not one bit. He's extremely cranky, in other words.]
[Approach him?]
[He's trying to decide whether or not to head inside -- as instructed. Does he go in and demand his cannons back? Or does he stay out here and purposefully ignore the summons in order to make a point?]
[Ironhide ends up standing in front of the temple, his arms folded, and scowling. He has sand in his joints, his chest is aching, and he feels like he's been strung along by their captors. They should have been told about what they were facing. And they weren't -- not one bit. He's extremely cranky, in other words.]
[Approach him?]
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That was...
[And he just shakes his head, before answering the memory file with his own -- running through the sand, the explosion, and the time stamp.]
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Bumblebee holds up a finger, another hand to his head as he sifts through the data he downloaded from the comm systems. It seemed like occurrences similar to the time discrepancy they're having now have happened before, with organic beings too. So it's unlikely that he's simply glitching; there must be some time distortions involved in whatever wormhole process that brings them to this planet.
He initiates an uplink with Ironhide and shoots of a message.]
I haven't experienced that yet. Your last contact with our Earth must've been from several days after mine.
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[He doesn't disbelieve Bumblebee. He can't. Even if 'Bee hadn't sent the data, there wasn't any reason for the younger Autobot to lie to him. But this just doesn't make any sense.]
If Ratchet were here... let him figure this thing out...
[Because he isn't a scientist. Or anything like that.]
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[Bumblebee shakes his head; it's not really important. When the time comes for them to get back home it will be, but the most immediate issue at hand is that Ironhide is filled with sand and that is very, very bad for his joints.
Bumblebee gestures to Ironhide and blares a clip:]
♪♫♪"Car wash! Workin' at the car wash, yeah!"♪♫♪
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[A healthy dose of sarcasm, there. Just what they needed, more weirdness.
Then he fixes Bumblebee with something of a challenging look -- yes, he's uncomfortable, yes, he itches, but. He doesn't like the thought of this.]
And how do you think you can do that?
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