o17 ★ FRAG RADIOS. FRAG THEM TO THE PIT.

[electrowhipit]

[ 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. ]

Comments

[bloodon-myknife.livejournal.com]

Hold yourself together. There are plenty of capable people over there right now and they will probably keep things in order. Until then, if you want to help. Get a meeting together and see what you can come up with. If anyone could do this alone then this would have been solved by now.

Sitting alone and panicking wont get anything done.

[electrowhipit]

... I think... someone's asked me to help get a radio working. That's about all I'm good for right now anyway, but it's something.

[bloodon-myknife.livejournal.com]

Do what you can. Just keep control. Don't force your friends to pick up the mess when they return.

[electrowhipit]

... Right. Right.