9th Transmission - Audio

[heavyweaponsbot]

Going into that forest. Not about to sit here wondering, asking useless questions.

Come if you want. But I am moving out now.

[True to his word, after recording that message, Ironhide preps to leave the keep, heading for the forest.]

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[Audio]

[heavyweaponsbot]

You will stay behind.

[Audio]

[bitchindiscs]

How come? Ya don't even know what it is.

[Audio]

[heavyweaponsbot]

That is precisely the problem.

[Audio]

[bitchindiscs]

That's no reason to stay.

[Hurrying hurrying hurrying!]

[Audio]

[heavyweaponsbot]

It is for you.

[Stomping down the hallways.]

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[bitchindiscs]

No way! If everyone stay–

[Whatever he was about to say is lost. He rounds a corner and slams straight into something very metal. Which, of course, knocks him flat on his backside.]

[Commentlog]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[And, looming over him is one very large, very heavily armored Autobot war veteran. Who peers closer and quirks an optic ridge.]

You damaged?

[Commentlog]

[bitchindiscs]

[It's hard to tell, since he has one hand clamped over his mouth and nose. But, after a moment spent staring in wonder, he vigorously shakes his head.]

[Commentlog]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide grunts, crouching down closer. His joints protest, but he bends as close to the boy as his mobility allows.]

Let me see.

[One finger reaches out to try and nudge Lea's hand away.]

[Commentlog]

[bitchindiscs]

[It's a bit tough to argue with a big metal (and totally awesome) creature. So Lea allows his hand to be nudged aside, revealing a trickle of blood dripping from his nose.]

Just fine!

[Commentlog]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[The look on his face turns into a scowl.]

Go see the medic.

[Commentlog]

[bitchindiscs]

You kiddin'?

[He wipes his nose with the hand he'd been using to cover it. This is quite effective in smearing blood, but doesn't do much else.]

This is nothin'!

[Commentlog]

[heavyweaponsbot]

There are creatures in that forest that smell your fluid. If you have it leaking all over the place, you will attract them to our position.

[... Like a giant alien robot crashing through the underbrush wouldn't.]

[Commentlog]

[bitchindiscs]

[He tries to make a face, but that just ... winds up hurting his nose.]

That's that tissues are for.

[Commentlog]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... You are not listening.

[Commentlog]

[bitchindiscs]

'Course I am. Tissues clean it up, nothin' to worry about!

[He starts getting back to his feet. Either it doesn't hurt as much as it looks like, or he's just ... not gonna let it get in his way.]

[Commentlog]

[heavyweaponsbot]

If you are still leaking, you will attract them regardless of... tissues.

[He's watching him, looking incredibly skeptical.]

[Commentlog]

[bitchindiscs]

That's why ya put 'em in your nose.

[He points at his nostrils. Y'know, just to make it clear.]

[Commentlog]

[heavyweaponsbot]

You do not think the wild creatures could smell it anyway?

[His expression is the very definition of disbelief.]

[Commentlog]

[bitchindiscs]

[That disbelief is not what his 'let's do this' attitude needs, Ironhide.]

What kinda wild creatures?

[Commentlog]

[heavyweaponsbot]

The kind with claws.

[Commentlog]

[bitchindiscs]

[His eyes widen just a bit ... though he doesn't look particularly dissuaded.]

Those couldn't hurt ya, right?

[Commentlog]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Me, no.

[He leans forward again, right up close.]

You? Most likely.

[Commentlog]

[bitchindiscs]

[He wipes his nose once again, smearing still more blood on his hand. Fortunately, the way Ironhide leans in does cause him to stop and think for a moment.]

... Okay, okay. I won't go this time.

[Don't rejoice yet: he's not done.]

But just 'cause it'd be a hassle, dealin' with blood-smelling creatures. Soon as this clears up, I'm checkin' it out!

[Commentlog]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Good.

[That just makes him shake his head. With any luck, they'll have this taken care of before the boy can get involved.]

Go and see the medic first.