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...

Comments

[heavyweaponsbot]

No... I know. It never hurt when... you know.

[He shutters his optics, settling himself against the wall.]

... your stuff. Not... too damaged... is it?

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

It is more of a mess than anything. Nothing that cannot be replaced - C4 was hiding in the bathroom, fortunately.

However, I do have half a processor to make you come with me to recollect the samples. It would be an appropriate punishment.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I would not have harmed C4. Not a Decepticon...

[He grunts, settling back against the wall a little more.]. Mmn. If you want me to, I will. Not going to enjoy it, but... I owe you.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I would be more concerned that you would step on him, not realizing he was there. There were not many creatures as small as him on Cybertron, after all.

You may find it more entertaining than that - For example, I found those rock samples in the cave where I was almost ingested by a rather large fish!

[heavyweaponsbot]

... I would not step on C4. You make it sound as if I would not be paying attention.

[He sits up straight at that.] Where... you what!