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]

...

[head-tilt]

Mikaela... how do you know...?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I've um...I've kinda seen it happen. And uh...when you go, you feel everything. [Every last bit of it.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

You are not telling me something.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She looks incredibly frustrated. So stubborn, Ironhide!]

Just promise me!

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He just stares at her, waiting. Yep, stubborn as hell. X|]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Ugh!]

Will you promise if I tell you?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Tell me first. And we shall see.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Pout]

'Hide, that isn't fair.