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[To organics - or, well, anyone who doesn't speak Cybertronian - the audio is filled with what sounds like garbled, shrill electronics noise, doubled back on itself in feedback several times over. To those who do speak Cybertronian . . . have a lot of harsh cursing. No . . . really harsh cursing, stuff that would make Unicron blush. That tends to happen when you've pissed of a Decepticon, or scared the ever-living slag out of him, or he's in a lot of pain. Especially if he's all three at once. Oh . . . and there's the occasional noise of rifle fire.]

[And one more curse for good measure when said startled/pained/pissed-off Decepticon realizing he's broadcasting all of this! The audio feed cuts off.]

[About an hour later, a video feed starts. Thundercracker seems to have gotten really really cosy with a wall. As in, the lower half of his left leg, his left rifle, and the tip of his left wing are embedded in it. There are several rifle shots scoring the walls, though none come quite close enough to attempt to shoot himself free - with his wing and rifle (and therefore, arm) immobilized the way they are, he just can't quite shift his other shoulder/arm enough to get the right angle. He'll switch to English. His tone is angry and frustrated, stressed with pain.]

All right, all right, I give!

Starscream . . . or . . . frag, anyone . . . some demolitions help would be great right about now.

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[He draws a deep cycle of air, forcing himself to calm down. Having someone to talk to, making him think is helping a lot.]

I . . . I don't know. I can't tell if the material of the wall was displace o-or if I . . .

[Yeah, he REALLY doesn't want to put voice to that...]

((ooc: Don't know how easy/hard it is for Cybertronians to be repaired or have parts replaced here, so gonna say the wall was displaced - there's "oddly"-shaped random wall material that got dropped back where TC teleported from. XD The pain is from the surface sensors being pressed on so hard.))

Thundercracker. We have a handful of engineers and about half a dozen medics. You're going to be fine. Promise.

[ordinarily he'd sound more concerned--he's trying to disguise that. There really isn't much in the way of replacement parts in this world yet (just another thing on a long list of improvements crying out to be made. Sometimes Starscream misses Bumblebee because he had that kind of minutiae in mind.

He'd never admit it.)]

Anyone said they'll come help you yet?

[Sorry, this is just . . . really disconcerting.]

Not yet, no.

[long vent exhale. How can he say no?]

Okay, look. Where are you exactly?

I'm- . . . hang on.

[He's holding several conversations at once, and he needs to concentrate a little more fully on one of the others for just an astro-second.]

[Suddenly, there's the beginning of a startled yelp an instant before two loud and very familiar VOP! noises in rapid succession. Thundercracker finishes that yelp accompanied by the unmistakable sound of a body hitting the ground heavily. A beat, and then a low, irritated groan, accompanied by a flat-toned complaint laced with acidic sarcasm.]

. . . ow.

That is so completely Skywarp's ability.

[GOOD WORK STARSCREAM everybody else already figured that out]

You still want an escort to a medic?

Yeah. I just wish I knew how the frag I got it!

. . . honestly? Yeah, probably wouldn't hurt.

[Were it ANYONE else (except maybe Skywarp), he'd refuse just on a point of pride if nothing else. But . . . he . . . really would like some company while he tries to figure this out. And someone as familiar with their trinemate's ability as he is would be added bonus.]

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