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[When the storm hit, a certain two Autobots were out in the middle of nowhere, conversing on topics of delicate nature. When the pillar came down, the two of them were knocked down into a hole where they had been stuck in for the past couple of days. It’s not a big hole either, they’ve been stuck chest to chest for almost three days and it’s been a very uncomfortable experience so far, especially considering that they don’t know what’s going on.
What makes it worse is that their communicator is just beyond their reach.]
Prowl, I think it might be on this time!
Might be on? What changed?
[The sound of snow and dirt shifting leaves a small pause as Prowl attempts to turn and see the communicator behind him. It’s not very successful.]
Maybe something fell on it? If only it were just a little bit closer…
[Prowl settles back in place.]
This is a distress message from an unknown location. We are officers of the starship the Peaceful Resolution and were separated from our ship. We are trapped in between rock structures on an unfamiliar planet.
[He’s going to attempt to make this professional regardless of how stupid they look.]
If you can hear this, we require an immediate assist.
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Cody's been absent for several days.
[Wait what - why is Prowl making a personal post for this?]
If you have information of his possible whereabouts it would be.. appreciated.
[The slightest bit of fatigue may be present in his demeanor. Not that it was much of a difference from his usual expression, but it was there.]
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Chromedome, shine that light onto the door lock. [ There’s a lot of shifting and plinking as whatever lock was just referred to gets tinkered with. Inside the closet, it was difficult to see what was going on with the only light being provided originating from the energon lines of whomever was inside. ]Yeah yeah...[ Chromedome attempts to shine his light the best he can around Prowl, who happens to be seated firmly on his lap. Though he’s always known this, he can’t help but notice, right now in particular, how big and heavy Prowl is. This is not a nice discovery to make when said person is tied to you.] You know, I think your feet are taking up half our closet space.[ Not ideal lighting, but it was something Prowl can work with. Optics narrow at the magnetic mechanism sitting in between them and freedom, determined to get it to unlock. ]Stop moving. This is delicate enough without my hands being jostled. [ Whatever Prowl was referring to was probably miniscule. An extra fidget or shift as the light was fixed into place. It was simply amplified while they were pressed together like this. There’s a slight whirr as the missile casing on his back shifts to get out of the way of the light. They may or may not find a comfortable spot in Chromedome’s face. ]Hey[ Chromedome tries not to move Prowl more than necessary, despite the painful thump in the face he just received.] I’m not really a finger pointer, but I can’t help but feel like this is your fault somehow.. ( Read more... ) | | |
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[An audio channel opens up to the sounds of a minor struggle. Metal shrieks briefly, then a loud thud follows. It isn't long before the scuffle is reduced to a painful sounding creak. Any medic could recognize that ring as the dangerously strained hyperflexion of an arm joint, and anyone who's met him might recognize the protests of a just-returned-to-normal Skids.]
Ow--OW, hey, its not like I wanted to eat your spark. Primus, it tasted terrible.
[A less than pleasant new voice cuts in over this.]
Do any of the seven theocrats in charge wish to explain how being attacked five minutes away from one of your 'temples' is supposed to constitute a Haven?!
[The question is rhetorical, there's about a five second pause before the voice chimes in again. And boy, is it as charming as ever!]
The perpetrator in question has been restrained, and I suggest someone direct me to where he can be deposited before this escalates any further.
[In the background, Skids can still be heard struggling clearly.]
Is this because I ate somebody else's spark? Please tell me I didn't. No. I'm serious. I need to know this.
Who arrives carrying stasis cuffs, anyhow?
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