[Voice, then Video]

[notyourblueangel]

[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.

Comments

[Video]

[raceme]

[Blurr frowns. He's used to being asked that but it doesn't make it any better.] Why don't YOU listen faster?

[Blurr might try.]

Looks like strange things are happening MORE often all of sudden per-haps we should ask the FirstForged.