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]

[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.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Yeah. He's a good medic. [She smiles faintly, then leans back.]

So have you like...been told about a lot of the craziness of this place yet? Like...obviously the whole random time thing, and I've heard that when you get sent back (cause it happens, Sam did, and now he's back from a different time) the others don't even notice your absence at all, and that if you die here you come back a day or so later...

[This one she knows for a fact is true.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... the best.

[Pause, and a "sigh"]

No. No one has explained a thing... But I have noticed... Bumblebee is here. Has been here... He was with us the entire time.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I told you...things are weird here. We're supposed to be sailing towards this....golden shore thing...but no one knows anything about it and the crew won't say anything about it. 'S irritating.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I told you...things are weird here. We're supposed to be sailing towards this....golden shore thing...but no one knows anything about it and the crew won't say anything about it. 'S irritating.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Have you tried interrogating them...?

[THIS IS WHERE HE'D BE CHARGING HIS CANNONS 8|]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Um, 'Hide? I don't think that'd help. Like...at all.

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

Have you tried?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I think it's been tried, yeah.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Not by me.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

....No, 'Hide, don't. They'll throw you in the brig...the captain'll do something awful...just...please don't. Promise me right now you won't.