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[allaregone]

WHO: EbilPrime, Dudewave, Rod
WHERE: Somewhere in Zone 7
WHEN: Very shortly after this exchange.
WHAT: Dudewave is coming to rescue Rod from the clutches of the evil Optimus Prime!...there's a reason Optimus suggested he not do so.
NOTE: This will be Rod's final log for their (no longer current) player. Warnings for eventual character death, and

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[inferiordude]

It's impulsive and stupid. Not unusual for him, really; impulsive is something he shares with Shockwave, but the intelligence is something that the medibot always had over Soundwave. It was always his belief that pushed them forward, like a muse without wear and tear. Soundwave can do impulsive, but he rarely thinks things through

[evilmoustache]

There was pain, and then there was pain. Or maybe better put, there was pain and then there was ember-crushing agony. Prime was a master of both.

A sound escaped Rod that he'd refuse to call a whimper, but he'd be the only one, and optics shuttered back into life dull with the pain. "....Soundwave?"

The voice is absolutely, completely, surprised. Rod was a very dead mech: he just hadn't actually died yet, but it was only a matter of time. He knew, somewhere, that this was due to happen one day - that everyone under Prime died at his hands eventually. Prime was insane. Prime was insane.

And now Rod was bleeding out, more helpless than he'd ever been, just waiting for this to finish. He needed that eventual end because he knew full well he wasn't getting out of this alive, knew that he'd chosen this, really, the day he'd taken the Autobots and stranded Prime on Earth

[inferiordude]

There's a bit of a scoff from Soundwave as he approaches the Autobot. He presses a hand lightly to Rod's shoulder, then gets to work. He needs to pull these fragging things out in order to get him to a medibot.

"What?" he responds, almost passingly. "Yer in a fix an' I'm here t'get ya out, dude."

He shrugs. "Surprise, but s'what friends do, right?"

Then, a shake of his helm. "Anyway. I'll get ya out of here. Think you can send a transmission to Ratchet or somethin'?"

[evilmoustache]

"...Friends...?" Rod manages, still not quite believing this isn't some sort of hallucination - not until Soundwave gets one of the hunks of metal out of his hands - and that's just a sound of- of pain, not a whimper, not at all.
It has to be real, because hallucinations don't hurt: and Prime never let anyone think someone else was doing the hurting.
But...getting out? Getting out would be good. Very good. Yes. Rod tries to concentrate but systems are failing, that slow fall towards the inevitable and it's so hard to think when your pain receptors burned through the shut off code cycles ago.
"Can't signal - d-d-damaged. You?" Optics shut right off as systems suddenly are forced to reboot
"...don' believe you - comin 'ere."