heavyweaponsbot | 18th Transmission

That is it! I am finished with this nonsense! With this place!

[The snarl of rage all but shakes the journal. Ironhide's voice is sharp, harsh with anger and bitter pain. His words are crisp, but undercut by a warning growl. Finding his charges missing only a day after their arrival has pushed the old warrior to the edge. The lack of a familiar, stabilizing presence only shoved him further over it.]

[He no longer cares for their punishments. He has a mission now.]

You--! All of you under this lord's command! Tell me where you have taken them! Where do you hide the missing!

[Stone -- probably some random bit of rock he found to illustrate his point -- crunches.]

You will tell me... Or I will tear this place apart! [Another warning crunch of stone.] You have one hour.

[And with that, he ends the recording. He can be found waiting near the stables. And once the hour winds down, if he hears nothing, he will literally begin attempting to rip the very stones of the keep apart.]

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They have gone nowhere.

[A beat.]

I can assure you that they are not in any danger and are facing no harm.

Of course they have! They are no longer here!

[He snarls back, engine revving.]

They told us the same thing about the shore! And everyone was dead! Prove your words!

That they were here at all is proof of their existence. They may yet appear again, should Deior will it.

I can provide you no other proof.

So where have they gone? Hmn? Where did you take them?

[He slams his fist into the wall again, at that. There's a sharp crack of impact.]

They have gone nowhere.

Liar!

[Another slam of his hand.]

Stop cracking our walls for one moment and think about what I have told you.

[Rem's voice drops lower.]

They have gone nowhere.

[He snarls in response -- the words mangled and Cybertronian.]

Then they should still be here.

But they are not.

I've nothing else to tell you, I'm afraid.

Either they are here, or they are gone. 'Nowhere' is as good as gone.

[Once again, he slams his fist into the wall.]

Which is it.

If you wish to oversimplify it as such, then they are gone.

[... At least he has it recorded now. Someone else -- someone who isn't blind with rage, with grief, can puzzle it out.]

[Something did come out of this.]

[The answer just hurts too much to rationalize right now.]

Then bring them back.

It is not in my power to do so.

Then whose power is it?

That power belongs to Lord Deior, and Deior alone.

[Don't you know that by now, Ironhide?]

Then let him speak.

He will speak if he wishes. He is the Lord, and I am but a librarian.

If he wishes to sit in silence, then his keep will fall around him!

And you will suffer the consequences for your poor behavior.

And I do not care.

As you wish.

[Rem is finished here.]

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