41st Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

... If it does not stop being wet and damp in here, I am going to rust. Or be forced to watch my joints seize up. Or let my systems run so low, they become virus-ridden.

This is stupid.

[He knows he sounds sulky, but right now, he doesn't care. Stupid boat.]

Is this foolishness going to continue every time the weather changes?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

There is perfectly good reason.

[He's sitting in his corner, under a tarp. A blue one.]

It is damp. I can feel it. And I hate it.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I am sure you will be fine. You have been subjected to worse.

[There's a pop, and a surprised squeak as the umbrella suddenly opens, smacking him in the face.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Worse than continued damp I cannot escape...

[Ironhide trails off, staring, and unamused.]

... from. What... did you just do?

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

Your armor will survive this - It is certainly a good enough make that it will not rust at the slightest precipitation.

...

[He's turning the umbrella over in his hands, poking at the spokes.]

I was given a strange device by another mysterious benefactor; I can only assume it is another 'gift' from the Captain.

[heavyweaponsbot]

This is more than slight precipitation. This is... this is stupid.

...

[He reaches out from under the tarp to poke at the umbrella himself.]

That thing is for humans. Too small for you.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Lifting the umbrella, the nylon only managed to shield the top of his helm from the rain - both shoulders stuck out from beneath it. He'd likely need four or five of them to completely fit beneath.

But that didn't make the duck-patterned umbrella any less entertaining.]

Ah, but it could be useful all the same! Perhaps I could engineer a larger-scale one...

[heavyweaponsbot]

[It's so ridiculous. He can't help but... laugh. Despite the rain and cold. Despite the ache in his joints. He just laughs.]

... Good look for you.