[The video flickers on... and for several minutes show nothing but pitted and scored ground, along with some red plating. The noise from the vents is slightly irregular though, and then there's the sound of a fist meeting the ground; the camera shudders for a bit, but doesn't fall over.
When it's finally picked up, the feed is shaking just slightly
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Cliffjumper--it's Jazz. Where are you?
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Jazz?
... uh. Not sure... exactly. Lower zones... [Cliffjumper trails off, optics having slowly switched from overly bright to rather dim.] Seven, eight... maybe?
[The feed does another tremor before there's a snarled grimace and it stills again.]
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[Whether Cliffjumper actually knows the answer to either of the questions, he doesn't know. Jazz hopes keeping him talking will calm him down some and if the red mech can answer, then he'll have some information.
It's more important to actually find him, than to know what's going on right now and since Cliffjumper can't tell him--he'll have to do a little digging of his own.
Wheeljack's help is more than welcome and when the comm comes through he attaches his coordinates and projected path.]
'Jack, I'm in Zone 6, almost down to Zone 7. I'm working on finding Cliffjumper's actual location.
[As Jazz drives to the lower zones, he hacks the signal to see if he can pinpoint the other's actual location.]
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I'm on my way, pal. Followin' your comm signal. I'll ping again when I get there. Gonna try ta meet up with Jazz. Just . . . just hang in there, okay?
[FRAGGIT it's Ratchet all over again! If he EVER GETS HIS HANDS ON-... Concentrate on what's important right now, what he can do something about. The rest will have to come later. But it still means his engine is snarling roughly as he goes.]
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An'... better to that, yeah. Sorry. [Not that he sounds particularly sorry, just vaguely angry. But he's just not going to be able to stop himself from shooting if someone decides to approach and he doesn't know who they are and that they're coming.
If he can actually also remember he's asked for help, because he keeps briefly forgetting what he's doing with the comm.]
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[His voice has dropped, going more calm and sure - not that he's feeling calm or sure of anything right now, but it's what his friend needs to hear.]
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[He can fly in faster than a ground vehicle can get there.]
Are you safe where you are? [Relatively speaking--nothing here is 'safe', but hopefully Cliffjumper's not being attacked.]
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... Wing. [His optics flicker, clearly not actually meant to be doing so as Cliffjumper just shakes his helm.] Hard enough to remember I'm sittin' down.
It's... Seven or Eight. Not sure. Ask Jazz? [There's another slight tremor and a glare at the offending arm; of course, his other hand's doing its own shaking, but he can just ignore that in favour of at least trying to appear a little better than he feels on the feed.]
Maybe. Think so? He's not here. [A twitch and Cliffjumper's helm jerks around, as if the mention just reminded him and made him look, even though he doesn't even know what or who he's looking for.]
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How is Jazz tracking you? [And why didn't they track Wheeljack that way? As far as Wing knows, he has Magnum's device. There must be another. He really doesn't want to talk to Jazz, though. The mech's treatment of him on his arrival had been...hostile.]
Who is he? [A bit of an edge, because Wing might be a pacifist, but that doesn't mean he suffers his friends being attacked.] Shockwave?
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Nah don't... worry 'bout it. [Look, he even tries to do a dismissive little wave, but that's way too much movement right now so instead he kind of slumps up against the wall he has behind him instead.]
... Comm. signal? [He may have offered something more, but Wing's question of who distracts him, bringing disjointed flashes of images.]
Tall. [But, who the slag isn't tall among Cybertronians (except a small subset of the population) when compared to a mini-bot?] Too dark. [But if that was "too dark to see" or "his colouring was" Cliffjumper can't remember at all.] Maybe it was. [There's a brief tremor and a snarl.] Slaggin' hand gonna shoot it off. [Even if he doesn't remember who it belonged to.]
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[Hopefully, there's little mistaking that particular growl.]
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Zone... Seven. Or Eight. I think... [Since you've decided on voice, Ironhide, and thus would be unable to concentrate, or pick up on the visual cues, instead the slight, momentary glitching may be quite obvious to you. This one thing Cliffjumper hasn't even picked up on, but even if he did... what does it matter there's so much other scrap in side-effects to deal with.]
I think it's eight? Jazz an' 'Jack're lookin'. Could... ask Jazz. Ought to know.
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[Still, the other 'bot asked for help. He won't deny him that just because he doesn't know what's wrong.]
Got it. I will assist.
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... Slag. Should just... put it away.
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[Frag his life. Should have remembered to take out Slugfest's ID too within the lock, not just Rapunzel's.]
It's... [he can't say "don't worry" or "it's gonna be okay" because it sure as slag doesn't feel like that. He does his outmost best to not have the video feed shake. No need to make things worse.]
I don't... remember, Slugfest. [Which was both truth and lie.]
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Yeah. I'll... do that, an' you can be backup. [Cliffjumper quickly rests his hand down on a leg, to minimize the obvious trembling. Trying to make any too obvious problems less so.]
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