9th Transmission - Audio

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide's voice is all but completely obscured by the sound of whistling wind. He's likely shouting over the sound of it, straining to make himself audible.]

Keep out of the dirt town! Nothing but sand and wind here!

[A pause.]

And scrap metals!

[There's only wind for a while, as Ironhide begins to scan the area more closely.]

...

And

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[fallintheriver]

Fresh corpses or rotten ones?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Eugh...

Both.

[fallintheriver]

[Ping. You have his interest.]

How fresh are we talking?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Why?

[pimp_hat]

Found a fresh one!

[Like Ironhide, Kevas is shouting just to be heard.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Oh. Good.

[This is Ironhide, being sarcastic despite all the shouting.]

Where!

[pimp_hat]

T'ink of it dis way mon! It could mean we be on da right track!

[Or that some idiot got lost in the desert and died.

Despite the difficulty of telling where anything is with all this sand whipping around, Kevas gives his location.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

The right track of what.

[Despite his words, Ironhide will trek out toward where Kevas is, snarling and grumbling the entire way.]

[thepuppyhero]

...

[Zack's staring at one right now. A skeleton that is.]

Think a storm got them?

[heavyweaponsbot]

No way I can tell. Not good with organic corpses.

[thepuppyhero]

Stay out in a storm like this long enough and the wind could tear the skin right off a person's bones.

[He lets out a sigh.]

But I'm no expert. I can't tell if that's what did this.

[heavyweaponsbot]

That sounds... pleasant.

[So much sarcasm in those three words.]

I know nothing of human... whatever this is.