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o17 ★ FRAG RADIOS. FRAG THEM TO THE PIT.
May. 4th, 2010 01:04 pm[ Jolt is trying his damnedest to remain calm, but every once in a while his voice wavers. He swore to himself he'd never leave an Autobot- a friend- behind. And he has. Two of them, that he knows of for sure. Maybe more. Harley hasn't been home, either. ]
... Over the radio today. That was... that was Sideswipe and Olivier.
They're trapped there. They're trapped, and they're being attacked. Sideswipe sounded injured and--
There's got to be a way back- there has to be. I won't leave them over there like that.
Damn it. Work. Why won't you work.
[ He's also dismantling his radio, trying to see if he can get it to send a message back. ]
... Over the radio today. That was... that was Sideswipe and Olivier.
They're trapped there. They're trapped, and they're being attacked. Sideswipe sounded injured and--
There's got to be a way back- there has to be. I won't leave them over there like that.
Damn it. Work. Why won't you work.
[ He's also dismantling his radio, trying to see if he can get it to send a message back. ]
