[The audio comes on to the low rumble of wheels rolling across the ground, though eventually it stops as the one doing the rolling comes to a halt. There is no transformation noise before the owner of those wheels speaks, now clearly Barricade.]

Have you a reason to halt me?

[Someone else speaks, clearly Knock Out.]

I do, indeed. I've heard that you are the one who helped me with that clinic that has my name. I was thinking we could get to know each other again, have a tête-à-tête or perhaps.... dinner.

[Following that is the sound of crashing metal and snarling indicative of a struggle. Partway through there is a loud roaring, accompanied with ripping, screaming, and finally silence. The audio then cuts out for several minutes.]

( WARNING: HORRIBLE ROBOT GORE UNDER HERE )

((Knock Out is in red, Barricade is in bold.))

 So, it can't just be me.

[ Shepard's not visibly on screen, she's actually off screen, having set the communicator down for the time being, probably changing, or calibrating a scope. That's what it sounds like, metal on metal and metal on rock. ]

You know, noticing maybe a few of you have gone off the deep end?

Because really. When I thought of small organized civilization of organic robots, the first thing that came to mind wasn't murdering each other in public.

Or is this a Cybertronian custom I'm not catching onto?

[ Way to be sarcastic, Shepard. She sounds a little bitter, but that may or may not be something entirely different. Insensitive? Yeah, you betcha. She's not sure whether or not it's the incredible apathy for still being on this foreign planet another day/being grounded, or that it was because wow we have nothing to do but kill each other great job. ]

Either way, I'm having a target practice session. Waste not, want not, and good practice isn't wasteful. Rusty aim is wasteful. Let me know if you want in.