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

[lightwithin]

Well... No.

[She steps completely into the room and closes the door behind her.]

But you might not have lost them yet. Maybe you'll find them again.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He doesn't try to stop her, just... stands there, looking at the broken pieces.]

How? If the world they were in is lost?

[lightwithin]

Just because their world was lost doesn't meant they're gone.

[She takes one hesitant step and then another, moving to pick up the broken sword pieces.]

After all, we're still here.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Their world was already lost. It was all they had. All we had.

[He doesn't move to stop her. Just watches.]

Yeah. Because some madman decided it.

[lightwithin]

Maybe he brought us here.

[She stares down at the broken piece of wood in her hands.]

But that doesn't mean he saved us. And it doesn't mean they're gone.