22nd Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

If this crew is finished calling their master down on us, I will repeat a previous statement.

I have a frog. I want a question answered. Answer me.




[Locked to Leonardo - 90% Unhackable]
Asking if you are all right is foolish. I will not. I... [Awkwardly] I will only apologize. Should have kept my vocals mute.

Especially since I have no room to talk, when it comes to ignoring that creature calling himself a captain.


[Locked to Ratchet - Unhackable]
Hey. You uh... you got a minute?

Comments

[Locked to Ironhide//50% Unhackable]

[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

You've got no reason to apologize. I'm sorry for storming off like that; you were right, I just didn't want to hear it.

[Locked to Leo//90% Unhackable]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Nah. Should have known better... You are a warrior, yeah? Should not be looking after you like you were freshly online.

... and I have no room to be talking. Probably would have done the same thing.

[Locked to Ironhide//50% Unhackable]

[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

...let's just agree that we both blame ourselves and leave it at that. [Leo's tired.]

[Locked to Leo//90% Unhackable]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Works.

Not going to take your time much more, just... hmn. If me or the medic can... help... contact us. Understand?

[Locked to Ironhide//50% Unhackable]

[betterthanraph.livejournal.com]

Understood. Thank you.

[Locked to Leo//90% Unhackable]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. Not a problem.

[weifengyiyu.livejournal.com]

[Meifeng sucks on her teeth.]

I got a few minutes.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Do you?

Name your location.

[weifengyiyu.livejournal.com]

The buffet.

I'll be waiting.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Good. Coming.

You had best be there.

[weifengyiyu.livejournal.com]

I ain't going nowhere.

[And sure enough, she'll be there at the buffet, restocking the food now that the Cook's gone.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[In that case, he'll just march on in, holding a shoebox, which looks comically small in his hands.

He doesn't exactly make for a stealthy entrance. Multi-ton robot with creaking gears and all--but he's never actually met this woman face to face. He stops to look around a moment.]

[weifengyiyu.livejournal.com]

[Standing next to the buffet trays, Meifeng pours a huge container of soup into one of the large serving bowls. It smells delicious, but it's a bright blue color like probably shouldn't occur naturally in food.

Glancing up at the entrance, she raises an eyebrow and smirks.]

Atch-ch-ch-ch. Y're as big as y'sound then.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[What is that, energon soup? He makes a face, before her voice registers. Ah-hah. This is the woman.]

This is my downgraded size. I am not intended to be so small.

[He nods to the box in his hand.]

Before I hand it over... I want to know that you can answer my question.

[weifengyiyu.livejournal.com]

Is that so?

[Meifeng pinches the end of her glove and peels it off with a smack, yanking off the other one with her teeth and tossing them onto the cart.

Slipping around the buffet trays, she leans back and folds her arms.]

Won't know if y'don't ask, naam?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah.

[He shifts in place, drawing himself up as he watches her. Is this the one King mentioned? The one with the... powers?

He should have made Ratchet do this. The medic was a negotiator or something. He's a soldier, he could screw this all up--he's probably cornered already.]

I want information on the Autobot who was held below decks. The female. If you have no information on her, I will take the frog and go.

[Yes brilliant negotiation strategy! ... this is going to fail. Miserably.]

[weifengyiyu.livejournal.com]

[Clucking her tongue, Meifeng tilts her chin back as she tries to remember.]

Autobot ... looked like you, naam?

[She rubs the back of her neck and shrugs one shoulder.]

She volunteered to go in th'tank.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. Like me.

[His stoic pose falters drastically when she says that last part. He suddenly looks as if she's bashed him over the head with something heavy.

Volunteered? That can't be right. He was saving her--he'd been rescuing her. Hadn't he...?]

She... what...? Why--why would she do that!

[Locked]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I do not think... I shall ever touch human alcohol again.

[Someone's still not feeling well. Vomiting is not a robot reaction at all.]

[Locked]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... You sound like scrap.

You uh... you need... me for anything...?

[Locked]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Not at the moment. Unless, perhaps, you could transplant my processor.

You asked to speak with me?

... Though if you could speak softly...

[weifengyiyu.livejournal.com]

[Meifeng shifted her weight and watched the Autobot curiously.]

Naam. It was someone else's turn, yeah? She thought he wouldn't make it.

Gave him a second chance.

[Locked]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... It can wait.

You... in your quarters?

[Locked]

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

If you are sure.

Yes, I am.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Some part of him knows he's already asked more than one question. But he can't stop himself from speaking. He has to know. He has to.]

What... what happened? Who was it...?

[weifengyiyu.livejournal.com]

[Meifeng smirks and wags a finger.]

That's three questions, eh? And I ain't privvie to that info, happened before I got here.

[She opens her palm.]

Hand it over.

[Locked]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Yeah. Prefer you in better condition first.

Want... You want me to... you know? Check on you?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[No. No that's not enough. The poleaxed, crushed expression hardens abruptly. He braces himself.]

... Tell me who has that information first.

[weifengyiyu.livejournal.com]

[Meifeng's patience is running out, and she stands up straight.]

Stewardess'd know. She ain't gonna tell ya though.

[heavyweaponsbot]

You say that as if I care. I will make her speak.

[He growls, but thrusts the box containing Shockwave's frog at her.]

Where is she?

[weifengyiyu.livejournal.com]

Atch-ch-ch.

[Meifeng snatches the box and lifts the lid to check inside, then slings it over her hip, holding it with her bionic arm.]

Y'gotta find her y'self. She might come if y'ask.

[heavyweaponsbot]

If? If...

[He growls again, turning his back on her. The urge to pound her smug face in is a lot easier to ignore that way.]

... I will find out what I wish to know.

[weifengyiyu.livejournal.com]

Relax, kital.

You'll get your answer.

[And Meifeng got her frog. :3]

[heavyweaponsbot]

No. I will not relax.

I require my answers now.

[This is so incredibly frustrating. He wants to hit something.]

[weifengyiyu.livejournal.com]

[Meifeng sucks on her teeth, then reaches for her comm, pressing a few buttons and scrolling through lists.]

She will be on her break in fifteen minutes. You might find her on the top deck.

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

[He nods, clenching his fists before heading for the exit.]

Good. I will search the top deck.

[weifengyiyu.livejournal.com]

Good luck, eh?

[Meifeng sets her box down next to her tray, and goes back to work.]