8th Transmission (Accidental Audio)

[heavyweaponsbot]

[The audio feed turns on, and for a moment, there's no sound, except for the shifting of metal. It would seem the maker of this transmission is "asleep", for lack of a better word. And then... there is the sound of tiny feet on metal.]

Ribbit!

[More metal shifting. A voice muttering something in Cybertronian. And then...]

Hmn? What...

[A pause.]

WHAT--GET! GET OFF OF ME! IMMEDIATELY!

[A loud thud!, some frantic ribbit-ing, and scraping of metal against the floor.]




((ooc: ... Yeah, C4 just keeps on making friends wherever he goes. Follows this.))

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[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Well, so much for sleeping. The noise snaps Ratchet out of recharge, and he nearly falls over as he swings to see what the commotion is.]

Ironhide?!

[heavyweaponsbot]

Get this...

Get this thing off of me!

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[It takes a moment to process what the other is talking about, not helped by his squirming, when Ironhide finally sees a flash of gold on his faceplates.

... And struggles very hard not to laugh.]

... Calm down.

[OH dur right uh Action Spam]

[heavyweaponsbot]

No! It... getting all over my face!

[Batting at his head - to which the frog responds by merely hopping out of range.]

[Action Spam] (... C4 made me forget.)

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Tries to grab for one of his arms before he succeeds in smearing the frog over his faceplates instead.]

If you would stop moving, I would remove him!

[Action Spam] (This is why we can't have nice things.)

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Shoves at him, still flailing at his head. C4, however, just keeps calmly hopping around.]

Off! Of me! I told you to get rid of this thing!

[Action Spam] (Because you are a spaz and try to squish them, dear?)

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Mumbles something rude in Cybertronian before trying again. There was no way he was going to catch the frog with Ironhide flailing about worse than Sam when he was flustered.]

I told you that I kept him in my quarters!

Now hold still!

[Action Spam] (No, because you let them run around 8|)

[heavyweaponsbot]

Thought you meant... had it contained!

[backed up against the wall, jerking his head around]

I am!

[No, he's not, he's flailing.]

[Action Spam] (He missed you. :<)

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Contained in what? There are very few suitable containers for amphibians aboard this ship!

[He's following him, trying to get a clear path to grab the frog.]

I am going to-

Stop squirming!

[Action Spam] (It's a frog 8| It's not smart enough to miss people.)

[heavyweaponsbot]

How should I know! Your little pet! Eugh! Off!

[C4 just looks bored with this business. Oh hey, here's a gap in the shoulder armor!]

I am not squirm--AUGH! Get it--that is not a container, you vile little!

[Action Spam] (... It has managed to outsmart you, dear. :|)

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[... Well, that isn't good.]

I told you to stop moving!

Now hold still while I remove it, or so help me, I am going to deactivate your motor controls!

[Action Spam] (... curse your commandvoice, dear.)

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Oh you did not just use Command!Voice...]

Er...

[He freezes in place, not so much as a single gear moving.]

[Action Spam] (:3)

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Oh yes, I did use it. To desired effect. >:3]

Good.

[And now he is examining the gap, looking for the easiest way to remove said amphibian from his new hiding place.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...

What's the matter with you?!

[heavyweaponsbot]

Get it off me!

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[wsjenhfksv]

What is it?!

[heavyweaponsbot]

Small! Organic creature! Little pest!

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Little...

Your...is it your frog?!

[heavyweaponsbot]

Not mine!

Ratchet's!

[The sounds of metal impacting metal go here. A few more nonchalant ribbits.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Do you need some help?!

[heavyweaponsbot]

No!

[Thud-crash-clang! ... Ribbit!]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...[Giggling~]

If you say so!

[heavyweaponsbot]

[So not laughing right now.]

Get out of there! You little--! Augh! Disgusting--!

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Oh God she is DYING right now.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[She can probably hear Ratchet's voice in the background, trying to make him hold still, trying to get the frog off... the frog sounding utterly unimpressed by this, and Ironhide ranting in Cybertronian.]