[Text] [Transmission Originating From: Vectorian Sector]

[wakizashi_straight]

One of the creatures has gotten into Vector Prime's temple. I cannot keep it occupied forever.

Requesting assistance.

[He's grateful that's it's only a couple feet taller than him - he can compensate for that - and for the fact that he was built to be as flashy as he is. He can keep the ugly thing interested in him.

But... well, half the people he knows warned him to call if something happened, and this is definitely something.]

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[action]

[wakizashi_straight]

[It's still there. Huh. Must be in case someone falls - there aren't any other barriers here, after all. But it's not smart enough to find a way up. Noisy Boy is going to call this a TKO and leave it at that.

He looks back up to the Cybertronian for a few moments and nods. Might as well call one of them; some of them are looking for live ones of these things, aren't they? And this one is definitely still alive.]

[action]

[dontasktrix]

[Slipstream stands. She turns to one side to look at the boxer.]

They're in charge, so it doesn't hurt to do them favors, right? You'll get all due credit, of course.

Do you have a designation? Like Boxbot5000 or Slipstream? My designation is Slipstream.

[She's not sure the bot talks, though comprehension and text communication don't seem too difficult.]

[action]

[wakizashi_straight]

I am Noisy Boy. It is nice to meet you, Slipstream.

[It's a burst text transmission - the most he's figured out so far - but it works.]

Some of them are looking for live ones. I do not know how many others have been captured, but this one would be simple for them to retrieve.

[action]

[dontasktrix]

Noisy Boy. Guess that's one of those ironic nicknames.

[Shrug.]

Don't know if anyone can get cuffs on that thing, but maybe a leash? Think the acolytes have something?

[action]

[wakizashi_straight]

Noisy Boy is my name. I have heard others call me Noisy for short.

[He's not questioning your name even if he could.]

They might. It would not hurt to ask them. And something to bind its limbs.

[action]

[dontasktrix]

Boy could be taken as demeaning. [Nod.]

Why don't I see about the call, and you check with the acolytes? [She taps her helmet, as if expecting Noisy to understand the gesture for comms.]