Thundercracker (
notyourblueangel) wrote in
re_alignment2012-09-09 12:37 am
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[Voice, then Video]
[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.

[Text]
Not that Four can be of any help whatsoever, but now would be a good chance to learn a little about their language.]
That sounded unfortunate... are you alright?
What were you saying just now?
[Text] I /really/ need to watch that movie! XD
[Thundercracker doesn't answer right away - unfortunately the text ping is less "in his face" than voice or video, and processing was already split between the various pings on his comm system and the fact that he was trapped in a wall. But after a little bit, he does finally notice.]
Hello? Yeah, I'm fine.
[Or will be, as soon as his Automatic Repair System is able to clean up the left-over damage, but he's not going to mention that.]
"Just now"?
[What- . . . oh, probably the . . . initial voice recording. Okay, well, he'll go ahead and translate, though it might or might not make much sense to Four - stuff about torque and corrosion, wiperblades and tailpipes, fragged glitches and tearing someone's struts out of their substructure. He won't really apologize, but he does add at the end-]
I was startled, frustrated, and in a lot of pain at the time. And I wasn't expecting anyone to hear me.
[Not that that always stops him otherwise, but he's not usually so free and indiscriminate with his words. Or betraying those kinds of emotions at all.]
[Text]
So all of that was bad language?
It's a bit vulgar to put it where others can hear it isn't it?
[Text]
[It's probably just as well that Four can't hear the huff of annoyance.]
As I _said_, I wasn't expecting anyone to hear. I didn't know my comm had come on. I shut it off as soon as I did.
Why do you ask, by the way? I thought everyone was given translators.