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[capn_redd]

[A video flickers to life; it's in black and white, and Redd is standing with his hands clasped behind his back in a long lab coat. Behind him is an operating table tilted upright, but the figure strapped to it is too far out of the light to identify

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[heavyweaponsbot]

What... What is the meaning of this!

[This is just sick--worse than removing a foot, as far as he's concerned.]

What have you done!

[medicalofficer]

... Not now, Ironhide.

[... Though he sounds just as sickened.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... I want to know why something like this was necessary!

[And then come find you and Bumblebee, as soon as possible.]

[medicalofficer]

So long as you promise you will not antagonize him further.

[heavyweaponsbot]

This is sick. I want an answer out of him!

... And when I get it, I will bring it to you.

[Yes, he promises.]

[medicalofficer]

Agreed. Which is why I do not wish to see you in a similar position.

I will be waiting.

[heavyweaponsbot]

It will not happen. I will not allow it.

Got it.

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[soldierbee]

[Seriously, Bumblebee has seen his fellows getting tortured and murdered, but this is pretty revolting. If he could speak he'd sound disgusted.]

Ironhide, be careful.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[In a weird sort of way, he's glad to get that text - granted, it's not 'Bee or Ratchet on screen, but it's another robot dammit.]

I am. Sort of. He has never dared touch me.