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]

Hmn... I am [Insert room number here, because mun forgot.]

... I still do not understand how this... is possible.

i forget all the time DX

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

'Kay, I'm on my way. [Heads there!]

I don't either...it's hard to believe. There's a lot here that's hard to believe. I'll tell ya about it when I get there.

I know we're on the same floor... deck... thing.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I will wait.

... they took my cannons.

Re: I know we're on the same floor... deck... thing.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Okay.

...What? Really? They didn't just disable 'em?

[He's closer than she thought. She bangs on his door.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

No. They are gone.

[... that was a loud knock for a human... And then when he sees her, it's sdfjsfdsds WTF -- WHY IS SHE SO TALL!?]

...

Something. Is very... wrong...

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Mikaela knows 'Bee is...short, and Shockwave and Hound...but to see Ironhide like this it's just...WRONG. WRONG IN SO MANY WAYS. WTF.]

Um. Yeah. You're...little. [And he's kinda cute.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He's still bulky as hell, just... small.]

They... they... have... downgraded me!

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[It's still cute. She kinda wants to hug him.]

Mmm...well...I mean, if you wanna look at it that way, kinda...

[heavyweaponsbot]

They have taken my weapons! Taken me from Prime! From R--From the others! And now they have downgraded me!

[He's just... going to storm over to that wall there... maybe hit it a time or two]

... I will not stand for this insult. Ow.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Ironhide...

[She flinches at his anger, and she steps over to gently pull his arm away. She can do that now!]

'Hide, stop. You're going to mess yourself up to the point where I can't fix it and you'll have to see the ships doctor.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[This being small thing is WEIRD--she shouldn't be able to do that!]

...

[Intake air... intake air...]

That would be counter productive to getting back... And no "doctor" is capable of repairing my systems. Save one.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I hear he's competant. Now stop that, and sit so I can look at you. [She awkwardly reaches up and pats his arm; it is so, so weird being able to do that.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[SULK]

He is not my medic.

[Lets her pat him, glaring at that wall >\]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

And he's not my doctor, but he's what we've got. [She's never seen him, not yet, but she does know he's a robot.]

Now, sit down.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Not allowing some... strange medic to poke through my internals... hmpf!

[Stomps over to... there's a bed, right? Sits.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't hesitate in getting started with her observations.]

Gonna let me do it, then?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Just kind of looks at her like she's dumb.]

I trust you.

[This is a big deal, okay?]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She's flattered, actually.]

'M glad. [Leeeeaning into your personal space now, Ironhide~!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He shifts around, not comfortable with this--he never is. There's damage to the chest area--scorch marks and some shrapnel wounds--basically typical Ironhide injury that's not going to kill him any time soon.]

Hmn...

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Mmm. You've got some damage here, but I don't think it's gonna kill ya. [Typical Ironhide. She brushes her fingers gently against it, frowning.] Wouldn't recommend taking anymore hits like that, though. Not like anyone here has weapons or anything but still...

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Shudder--dammit, Mikaela, don't do that, it's WEIRD]

Ow.

Not serious... Took a hit from one of their heavy artillery... when we were scouting for you and Sam... Arcee took the worst of it...

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Sorry...[She blinked. she hadn't known that about Arcee. There hadn't really been time.]

Oh...Is...is she okay...?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Shrugs] Wasn't expecting it either...

[And looks away]

I... do not know if... she made it out.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...I'm sure she's fine. [Mikaela said this very firmly as she leaned back away from him, satisfied (for now).]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Hmn. [Nods once.] Ratchet will see to her.

[dsfhdsj frag his life he misses the neon.]