1st Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

Where... where is this! What's going on! I will not tolerate this nonsense! There is a battle going on--

[Brief moment of stunned silence, and then, a roar that shakes the communications devices of all those listening]

Where... are... my cannons! Who touched them! Show yourself! Or I shall tear this place apart to find you! How dare you lay

Comments

Welcome aboard, Ironhide, she does this to everyone.

[electroniccrane]

Stop screaming into the comms.

Awww... XD

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Have a growl]

I will not! Not until someone returns my property to me!

[electroniccrane]

I want my kit back, too. But neither of us are getting it.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Why! Who is responsible for this!

[speaksflail]

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[Audio/Cybertronian]

[soldierbee]

[You are getting the longest string of garbled and mangled and broken Cybertronian ever, Ironhide. SO HAPPY.]

Ironh-kzzt-hide! You're here and S-kzzt-Sam's here and this-

This is b-kzzt-ba-kzzt-bad but so so good! If y-kzzt-you're here then maybe someth-kzzt-thing can be done about this wh-kzzt-whole situation and-kzzt- [COUGH COUGH]

[Audio/Cybertronian]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Relieved]

Bumblebee!

[And then RAGE again] They have taken you too? Where are we! The others--where are they!

... What happened to Optimus! And... and Sam!

[Text]

[soldierbee]

[Gd it he hates texting, especially to friends.]

Sir! We've somehow been transported to this vessel; judging from the lack of familiarity in the star clusters I've managed to observe and the inability to receive any signals, I'm inclined to say in another dimension of some sorts.

Current location is unknown, as is the status of Optimus Prime. If you've followed the trend, you've probably been...downsized and stripped of all weaponry. Battle aboard the ship is strictly prohibited by the Captain and is punishable via some sort of cross-physics that I have yet to study. Allies include Hound -from what seems to be another universe of ours- Mikaela and Sam, who appears to have just contacted you himself.

[Audio/Cybertronian]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Another... what! How! That is impossible.

No! We were so... I can see my cannons are gone! How dare they... When I locate them, they will wish they had never been spawned. No human captain will tell me what I can and cannot do! But... the others. No sign of Ratchet? Sideswipe? The major?

... Bumblebee. Sam is... dead. He cannot be here. That... cannot be him.

[talkback_stein]

Autobots...

You're another one of those alien car robots, yeah?

[God damn it.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Autobot!

Alien car robot... my rusting aft...

[talkback_stein]

Well, that's how the other alien car robot described himself.

[heavyweaponsbot]

What other? Who was it?

[shockedlogic]

[Primus, that fellow sounds mad. But Shockwave just can't help but chime in.]

The 'crew' has disabled your weapons and, I am told, does not take kindly to the 'passengers' trying to reduce one another to base parts.

Also, there are no Primes here, Autobot.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He gets a growl over the comms]

Not disabled! They are gone! And I will not allow any 'crew' to stand between me and the thief!

...

Who is this.

[shockedlogic]

Gone, really? Hm, mine were simply disabled from use.
[He tries not to sound too smug.]

Does the designation Shockwave sound familiar?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Then perhaps I should relieve you of them...

Enough that I want you nowhere near me, Decepticon.