2nd Transmission - Action

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Good evening, Keep residents. Where is your resident Autobot, you might ask? Why, he's found himself the Armory, that's what.]

[And, he was hoping to find some scrap metal. But, like so much of his life, lately, he's out of luck. No metal, no charges, no medic... not even the stupid frog.]

[His engine growls a low, almost mournful note before his fingers close around one of the practice blades, and he flings it across the room, where it smacks against the wall with a satisfying sound of cracking wood.]

[But the feeling only lasts for so long, and he's left with a broken sword, and no 'family'. Not even the scraps he was looking for.]

Comments

[heavyweaponsbot]

[No. He's too old.]

What makes you say that?

[He grunts, shifting in place.]

I will not. I cannot.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Wid a big sensitive bot like joo how could I not?

[Kevas can already tell that knowing him will be fun.]

Dat be makin' two of us.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He just grunts at that.]

Good. Be good to have backup again.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Joo be havin' it if jah need it mon.

[It's the least he can offer, and hopefully it'll keep Ironhide from sulking all the time.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

And you, too.