#coldsparked

@coldsparked

Send “ಠ_ಠ “ and my muse will share a time when they did something really stupid

“How about the time I contracted cosmic rust? It’s another battlefield mistake and it’ll make you wonder just what the Autobots were thinking putting me in charge of anything.

“So it was after the massacre mentioned before, and I was going through the awesome trauma of that. I had a small squad and we were running special ops support, meaning they needed a group of idiots to shoot at a group of other idiots so special ops could extract prisoners. 

“We were doing fine until reinforcements arrived for the ‘cons. The prisoner was already rescued and they were at the pickup point, but pickup hadn’t arrived yet. I panicked because–that’s a lot of ‘con reinforcement, and decided to send my squad back to the pickup point to protect the extraction team or whatever. 

He was a bit drunk but obviously still stupidly brave as he sent a ping to the coldest politician he’d ever had the pleasure of meeting. He waited a few minutes, leaned back in a chair, counting the ceiling tiles above him, before he chose to open the comm fully.

//I know you’re there, Burnout.// 

Straight to the point, he knew better than to try the friendly, civilized approach with the old courier. 

❛ SIR !! We’ve made contact with Iacon !! ❜

     The Engineer turned Politician jerked to attention, blue optics wide and startled -- then he stood from his seat and bound over to the vid screen. He felt his spark thump anxiously in his chamber and a jolt of excitement rush through his sensors; they were going to finally be able to contact Cybertron !! 

❛ Do you have a number we can connect with? ❜

     He turned his gaze to the younger Engineer and nearly blurted out the frequency that would lead him to Prowl’s private channel. The Enforcer had been his best friend -- and fellow Praxian -- but he knew better. It had been too long and the frequency had probably been changed long ago. 

❛ -- BLUE !! ❜

     ❝ Connect with this frequency, ❞ he spoke clearly, after having jumped to attention yet again. He pinged over a frequency used all those years ago -- to contact the law enforcement and Prowl’s unit in particular.

     The younger mech nodded and quickly typed at the controls, entering the frequency he’d been given, as the older of pair straightened. His doorwings lifted, anxious trembles following the movement; sapphire coloured optics brightening and focusing on the screen as it lit up.  

     The screen was blank for some time, aside from a few glyphs in rested in the corner -- the frequency number. He could feel his spark thumping again, heavy and unforgiving, and it didn’t lessen a bit when a fuzzy image began to shuffle through the darkness. A slender, tall figure began to take shape, a static filled voice ringing through the silence.