51st Transmission - Action

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Today, the Elegante will be graced with a roaming, restless Autobot. He starts out up on the top deck, practicing combat drills. There's only so much he can do just hitting bees. Granted, he is working alone, but it's better than nothing. He'll be up there, rolling, running, and punching at the air for several hours before heading out.

Next stop is Deck 12, to gather up more scrap metal. He's there for about half an hour, rooting around, finding things like staples, jewelry and the like.

Lastly, he goes to the bar for a refueling. Which he will sit and drink slowly, scowling at the general area around him. Despite feeling somewhat accomplished, he's also feeling stiff from the workout, and that, inevitably, makes him grouchy.

Approach?]


((ooc: Open to anyone at any point!))

Comments

[defiant-rage.livejournal.com]

[A certain alien may be watching you practice your combat drills. After a few minutes, 'Moramee approaches.]

Good to see a soldier who has not forgotten their training.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide finishes whichever bit of barrel rolling he's currently engaged in before straightening with a creak of joints, to acknowledge the Arbiter.]

I would have had to have shorted my processor before I forgot such a thing.

[defiant-rage.livejournal.com]

[The Sangheili general grunts in approval.]

If you ever need someone as battle-hardened as yourself to sharpen your skills on, I never back down from a fight.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He nods once, and then gives him a glance.]

... You ever get your armor repaired?

[defiant-rage.livejournal.com]

Shoddily... [And the slight growl hints at his irritation towards that fact...] But, yes. It is repaired enough to serve its purpose.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Poor repairs are something we must all deal with around here.

[He gestures at the hole in his chest armor.] Good. I would hate to think you had an obvious weak point.

[defiant-rage.livejournal.com]

['Moramee orange eyes flick over the hole.]

Old wounds are no shame. It is simply like wearing your strength on your skin... or, your hull. I have my own scars underneath this ornamental prison.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He snorts, shaking his head.]

You and my medic would disagree. He would see me fully repaired once again.

... Yours never felt the same?

[defiant-rage.livejournal.com]

I believe the customs of "medics" are very different between our races.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[His snort sounds amused this time.]

Really? Try me.

[defiant-rage.livejournal.com]

We have no "personal" medics. In our culture, our blood contain's a warrior's essence; our honor. Because of this, medics are seen by many as the lowest members of society because they make their living slicing and causing another Sangheili to bleed without honor. These beliefs make visiting a doctor very shameful for some Sangheili.

For us, the only honorable way for a Sangheili to be injured or bleed out is from combat with the enemy.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Technically, there aren't any personal medics among the Autobots... but he sees no reason to bring up his odd habits right now.]

Yeah. You win. Our medics are nothing like that.