26th Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Ow! Rocks...?

[Silence - except for the familiar creaking and groaning of metal as Ironhide looks around. When he speaks, the gravely, aged voice is back. He does sound more... groggy... than usual. "Hungover", would be a better word.]

What... just happened...? Why... am I in... the bar?

[And as it all dawns on him. Crap, crap, crap.]

... I can explain everything. To all of you. Ratchet--I did... not mean to leave...

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[bitchingcamaro.livejournal.com]

Bumblebee, as if the radio clips weren't a big enough hint.

[Voice]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... What?

[No way. He's... had way too much to drink. His chest pain is making him hallucinate.]

... No. You... were taken.

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[bitchingcamaro.livejournal.com]

It's me, the one and only.

"♫ Check on the rep, yep second to none--!"

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[heavyweaponsbot]

...

[This would be why Ratchet took his comm away.]

You are... unharmed?

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[bitchingcamaro.livejournal.com]

Just smaller. And my weapons are gone.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

They... have done that to us all...

[He's still practically dumbstruck by this.]

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[bitchingcamaro.livejournal.com]

You doing alright? You sound kinda...off. How much did you drink?

[Voice]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Just been damaged. Before this. It... was still healing--is still healing.