#radialsonar

[soundless-surveillance]

::Boss? Yer feelin' alright?::

::Query: why is Sonar asking?::

Well. Soundwave could guess; his small proxy could very easily have seen everything that happened through surveillance. But if Sonar wanted to take this with him, then Soundwave was going to make him admit to having listened in. Even if the fact that he had asked in the first place was oddly touching.

[ask-smokescreen]

Or any smoke.

Well, not right now, I don’t! I try to take care of myself!

[ask-smokescreen]

Ye ain't even got a screen.

Actually, I do. I’m reading this on a screen!

[wingedcommander]

What's with the four optics really?

“Why not? I feel that it at least allows me to be expressive.”

[s17-hdtt]

//he will foghorn with embarrassment if he ever catches wind of Sonar’s heckling.

[voraciouslyindulgent]

::s'complicated. Uh. I ain't really sure how I got back. Got a new frame too. Took me a while to remember too, but then I did, and it wasn't pretty. Sir. I remembered ye killin' me for somethin' I ain't done. But like I said. Accidents happen.::

::Hmm, what intrigue. If it’s any consolation, Smokestack is en route to exacting vengeance on the one who framed you.::

[voraciouslyindulgent]

::This is awkward for me too. I uh...heard my conjunx had a run-in with you.::

::...Indeed. I’m of the belief that death would render conversations between us impossible.

::Who are you, really? Smokestack would not tolerate impersonations of his deceased endura. Neither would I.::

[voraciouslyindulgent]

::Uh. This is awkward. I just...wanted to let you know, sir, I don't fault you for executing me. Just doing your job.::

::...I beg your pardon?::