1st Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

Where... where is this! What's going on! I will not tolerate this nonsense! There is a battle going on--

[Brief moment of stunned silence, and then, a roar that shakes the communications devices of all those listening]

Where... are... my cannons! Who touched them! Show yourself! Or I shall tear this place apart to find you! How dare you lay hands on me and my weapons! When I find you, I will not hesitate to--do not think I cannot destroy you without them! Answer me! Now!

Optimus' orders or no, when I find the responsible party, you will be reduced to your basic components before you can blink!

[Another pause, and then, quieter, but no less agitated]

Hmn. Oh, should... Autobots. Come in! Where are you! I have been taken from the field... What is Prime's status? Respond!

Comments

[heavyweaponsbot]

You were killed!

[speaksflail.livejournal.com]

Can you just stop saying that?

Please?!

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Silence :\]

[speaksflail.livejournal.com]

[everyone in the awkward tent again?]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Yep. Hi there tent-buddy.]

[speaksflail.livejournal.com]

Do you want me to prove who I am? Because I can do that.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Hmpf. I doubt you can.

Try, if you want.

[speaksflail.livejournal.com]

Okay, I can try.

So-- ask me a question.

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

The building in Mission City. What was atop it? Who covered you on the way?

[speaksflail.livejournal.com]

Wow. Th-that was awhile ago.

But I remember this. I totally remember this.

There were statues. Everywhere. And it was you and Ratchet who made sure I made it there.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Hmn...

And who was it that removed the electricity from your home?

[speaksflail.livejournal.com]

Oh, uh, that was--

I'm pretty sure it was-- you?

Okay. Fine. I-I lied. I don't know because I was looking for the glasses. Remember?

One second there was power and the next it was gone and I had a light shining in my eyes.

[heavyweaponsbot]

It was not me! Why would I--I am not that clumsy!

Ratchet tripped over your fence. Or... something. Wasn't watching. Ran into your power lines... That was fun. [Sarcasm, he has it :|]

... His light too.

[speaksflail.livejournal.com]

I know you're not. Really. I was just guessing.

. . . Fun? That was not fun. For anyone. [fffft awkward conversation with parents happened because they lost the power B|]

[heavyweaponsbot]

You guessed poorly! Hmn!

He thought it was. [What awkward conversation? We weren't listening to that.]

[speaksflail.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry, okay?

How can that be fun? Wouldn't it, I don't know, hurt?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Hmn. Guess it is you... This is... so... this is impossible.

How should I know? He hit them, sirens went off... only response was [Hold on, Sam, 'Hide's voice is being replaced by a recording of a certain medic:]

"Wow, that was tingly! You got to try that!"

1/?

[speaksflail.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I know. It's kinda weird. Not kinda. Really weird. Trust me, I woke up thinking-- well-- you can guess.

[speaksflail.livejournal.com]

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[speaksflail.livejournal.com]

7/7

[speaksflail.livejournal.com]

Tingly?

Oh come on, I didn't need to know or hear that.

[heavyweaponsbot]

And I thought you were as well. ... And Pr--[Definitely cutting himself off there.]

What? Is something the matter with the word? He was electrocuted. I assume that is the way it feels.