[Semi accidental Audio;Some parts locked] Dated to whenever the affects from the pillar wore off.

[neverputincharge]

[The feed clicks on just in time for a rather loud metallic clang, and a yelp. Hope nobody was sleeping at this time.]

Ow.

[And then the familiar deep voice of Bulkhead. He groans a moment, before there's the sound of metal scraping against metal. Seems where ever he picked to hide out, wasn't a very good fit for when he changed back. Whoops.]

Stupid fraggin' pillar. Good riddance to it. [He grumbles a moment, before he realizes the feed is on.] Uh, hey. I'm back, finally. [Man is it so nice to be able to TALK again!]

Even if I was here before, as that stupid wolf thing. Guess the pillar left parting gifts. Heh. At least we don't gotta worry about it anymore. Sorry to anybody I worried, I couldn't even talk then. Everybody okay?

[And after a bit, once he gets himself situated there's a locked message to the rest that went to the core.]

( Locked to core group. )

[And not long after that, another locked message.]

( Locked to Solus Prime. )

[Accidental Audio] Backdated to sometime late on the 8th

[notyourblueangel]

[At first, only static is heard.  If anyone cares to pay attention and trace the signal, they'll realize that it's 1) originating from Thundercracker's Link, and 2) coming from some random location out on the wastelands.  About the time these two things would be established, a voice is heard through the auditory "snow".]

N-no . . . no, p-please . . . I-I'm . . . I'm s-sorry, please, I-I . . . please d-don't . . . p-please . . .

[The voice is almost inaudibly soft, broken with unmistakable terror and despair, and though nearly unrecognizable compared to what people would be used to from the powerful Decepticon Seeker . . . undoubtedly belongs to Thundercracker.]

[The whimpering pleas will continue for a bit before something shifts, presumably knocking against the communicator, and the feed quits.]