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

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I would suggest you explain quickly.

Preferably, before I reach the bar.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I was not... damaged when I got here... last night.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I believe I understand, based on my own memories.

I was not aware that you had such a low opinion of medics.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He groans. He knew this was coming...]

I... was stupid. Back then. It was a long time ago.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Finally back to normal, huh?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[hsdfsdjfds dfs oh All Spark why.]

... Yeah.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's good to know.

[Yeah. Trying not to giggle.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Yeah. It is.

[So. Embarrassed. You don't even know.]

[bitchingcamaro.livejournal.com]

"♫ Here we are, dear old friend, you and I drunk again--"

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

That's awesome. Glad to know you're not wandering around thinking everyone's a robot anymore.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Who is this?

[bitchingcamaro.livejournal.com]

"♫ Tell me, who are you? (Who are you? Who, who, who, who?)
'Cause I really wanna know--"


"Nobody of great importance--"

[heavyweaponsbot]

I was... very... young.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[This is naggingly familiar, but... his head is too foggy.]

Identify yourself.

[bitchingcamaro.livejournal.com]

_{[And Flight of the Bumblebee (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Yvaw2NtJgDc) begins playing.]}

[heavyweaponsbot]

I am disconnecting this channel.

[He is... trying to stay calm. Ratchet ordered rest. But it's difficult.]

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[bitchingcamaro.livejournal.com]

What, you can't take a bit teasing any more, you old slagger?

[Voice]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... who is this? Make it quick. My head hurts.

[ Text ]

[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.

[ Text ] / [ Voice ]

[bitchingcamaro.livejournal.com]

It's me, the one and only.

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

[ Voice ]

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

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

You are... unharmed?

[ Text ]

[bitchingcamaro.livejournal.com]

Just smaller. And my weapons are gone.

[Voice]

[heavyweaponsbot]

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

[He's still practically dumbstruck by this.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

And frisky.

Bet you were a real ladies man.