[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.]

Comments

[Video]

[originaldragoon]

[She nods some.]

I shall meet you there.

[Video]

[notyourblueangel]

Good.

  ...thanks.



    ((ooc: Action? =3))

[Action!]

[originaldragoon]

[Rose will just be at the bar waiting for the Seeker to arrive.]

[Action] \o/

[notyourblueangel]

[It takes him longer than he'd originally expected to get there.  There was a trip to the medbay to deal with first.  He /had/ been pretty bad-off, after all.  But finally he approaches the Hub, pausing in the doorway and just taking in the . . . the /life/ in the place.   He's still subtly but visibly shaken as he approaches the bar and takes a seat next to Rose's.]