1st Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

[The com crackles. Ironhide shakes it. He hasn't bothered to go find his "living quarters". Not yet. He has a far more important job to attend to.

When the comm finally starts up, the voice on his end is deep, faintly accented, and still very angry.]

Autobots. Come in. Respond! I have lost your signals... answer me

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[stormcleaver]

They aren't here. You won't get a response.

[He would know. He's checked. Just to be sure. Because whatever Eir says, Loe does Not Like having these non-human Called in his space.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Says who?

[stormcleaver]

Says me.

[Oh, this is starting well, isn't it.]

You were Called. Your companions weren't. If they're meant to show up later, they'll show up later. Until then, don't worry about it.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Your words mean nothing to me, human. Just talk. No substance.

Start explaining, before I get annoyed.

[stormcleaver]

You aren't listening.

[Dammit, didn't Eir explain things to them?]

We brought you here to fight for us. The magic Calls whoever's the best fit for our needs and you fit what we needed not like I know why we need a talking machine.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide snarls.]

I fight for Optimus! For the Autobots! I will not be ordered to be a soldier for kidnappers!

Especially those so ignorant as to call me a machine.

[stormcleaver]

[Loe snorts. It's a dismissive, amused sound.]

I don't know any "Optimus," or any "Autobots" but I do know I have a country full of helpless people being slaughtered because you--you, Machine--refuse to help them.

Some soldier you are.

[Ironhide, you are now Machine. Enjoy the new name.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

I know nothing of your country, organic. They are not my concern! My entire race is about to be destroyed!

I am a soldier. And as such, I do not fight for kidnappers. I am no mercenary.

[stormcleaver]

[Tch.]

Believe me, Machine, I don't want you here anymore than you want to be here, but it is what it is, so get used to things.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Then return me to my kind, you useless organic!

[stormcleaver]

I would love to.

[He just can't.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Then why am I still here!

[stormcleaver]

Oh. Listen to that. You're still here.

Spell must have failed, sorry.

[He's not feeling very inclined to help Ironhide out. Any and all responses from this point on will sound less like a man speaking and more like a...a dog chewing?]