25th Transmission - Event

[heavyweaponsbot]

[The voice on the comm isn't the same as it usually is. The grating tone is gone, it's much smoother, and lacks the formal phrasing. But he still sounds vaguely British]

What's going on... where'd the barracks go? Supposed to be getting my weapons refitted...

Hey! Someone wanna tell me what's up? This some kind of really bad prank? 'Cause if it is...



((ooc: Yeah, Ironhide's memory-regressed, along with age-regressed. As far as he knows, he's still a low-ranked soldier in the Cybertronian Armed Forces, who idolizes his leader... Megatron. Not that it really matters much, but there you go. He's maybe... the robot version of 18 or so, as opposed to his normal OHGODOLDERTHANDIRT 50-ish.))

Comments

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Figured. A female one.


...You could say that.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Nah. Female designation's... Elita or somethin'. Never heard of any "Mikaela".

Yeah? What division you under?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I'm new.

...[UUUUUH.]

Haven't...been placed.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Huh. Don't get many "females" running around. What kind of model're you? Heavy class? Scout...? Security?

Must be real new if you're still unattached.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Security. [That sounds right. Protected Sam a lot, right? Right!]

Yes, well. Fresh out of training and all. [She is not going to be able to keep this up for long She's about to crack up.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Heh. Is that right? You sound like it... Kinda small.

So... I hear we're on leave for now. You doing anything later?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Yeah, small and petite. That's me.

That's what I've heard too, I-- what.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Never usually go for the scrawny type... but you sound strong too.

You heard me. What're you doing later?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[HRRRRRRK--] Well, I've definitely sen my share of um...fighting.

[CRAP.]

...Uh. Probably...[throwing herself off the ship] having a really strong drink.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Already?

... They got good energon here? I could always join you.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Yeah. Trust me.

Erk, well...probably. Big...big boat and all...N-no, that's alright! I'm...kind of a loner. I drink...alone. Yeah.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Is this because I'm a heavy-class? C'mon. I'm not just all punch, no processing.

[Yes you are.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Um.

I have to like, go now.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Fine. Whatever. Go kiss Megatron's aft, see if that gets you anywhere... 'cause it won't.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...

Why, have you tried?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He sputters out the Cybertronian version of "HELL NO".]

I respect Lord Megatron too much to go trying to get into his spark casing!

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Oh thank God.

Also, subjecy change. WHEW.]

Oh...right, right. Of course.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... 'Sides he's gotta be twice my size. Probably crush me or somethin' by accident.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

So you want too.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Didn't I just say I didn't?/i> Just sayin' if we did. Hypothetically.

Like I'd probably crush you on accident.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Uh...huh. [WOW THIS IS INTERESTING INFO.]

...You'd definitely crush me on accident. [She'd be a pancake.] But you're shorter now though, aren't you? Like...around eight feet.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He's serious. He's never even considered actually trying to... not with Lord Megatron. That's just... weird.]

... I am?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Haven't you like, looked around at all? Look at yourself in relation to the furniture and stuff.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... This isn't furniture. It's too... squishy.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

That's cause it's for humans.