64th Transmission - Text

[heavyweaponsbot]

Weapons are back. My cannons remained... Going to test them topside.

Need some work done. On my armor.

[And that's all there is. There is a lot he doesn't say, a lot he hopes is going to be understood by those close to him. That if anyone needs him, they know where to find him. That he needs to do something, even now, when he doesn't think it'll do any good.

And that he needs to see someone in particular. Even if he still can't say it.]

Comments

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[wutaiwarhero.livejournal.com]

That's rather impressive. Is there an ample supply of scrap metal to be found on the ship?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. There was. On the luggage deck.

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[wutaiwarhero.livejournal.com]

Was. Insinuating there is no longer. That could prove a complication.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

No. Meaning... I have not checked since... things happened.

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[wutaiwarhero.livejournal.com]

I see. I would suggest checking soon.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Maybe.

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[autodidacticone.livejournal.com]

...You ate my—

[No, wait that's actually pretty nifty]

Is it only for ammunition, then?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

No.

[Ironhide is not really in a conversational mood.]

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[autodidacticone.livejournal.com]

I know I'm not an autobot medic, but it might be better than nothing?

I have a lot of my old gear back, anyways. Could help. A bit.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

No.

I require my medic.

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[autodidacticone.livejournal.com]

k