14th Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

I grow tired of listening to constant lies regarding the state of our homeworlds. Been asked why this... crew... would lie to us. When they stated they would not.

[He snorts]

I ask why they would not.

They wish to keep us here, hmn? Must have been a lot of work to gather us all... why would they want us to slip away? To look for an escape? Waste of all their efforts. Best to keep your prisoners compliant... when there are so many more of them than there are guards. Or, shall I say... crew?

I do not believe their story. Not asking anyone to agree with me, I do not care if you do or do not.

Just saying.

[And the comm clicks off.]

Comments

[hadalotofsugar.livejournal.com]

I don't think I have any kids.

Short, blue eyes, blonde hair, surly attitude?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Human spawn. Not yours specifically.

Hmn. Understood.

[hadalotofsugar.livejournal.com]

Good, you gave me a heart attack there for a second. [His tone is entirely teasing, though it may be lost on Ironhide.]

Calling her 'sweetheart' is a quick way to piss her off, too. Though I don't imagine you'll be going that route. [Ironhide sounds big. And robot-y.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Dryly] Pity.

Hmnf. You are correct. I have no intention of addressing anyone by... that... name. [He would rather die first.]

[hadalotofsugar.livejournal.com]

Somehow, I believe you.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Good. As you should.