12th Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

I tire of this ship, its crew, and its... holidays. I have no use for these toys. What is the meaning of this?

And is there nowhere I can have a proper spar? Settle for the bees again, if nothing else...

Hmnf.

[The comm clicks off. If anyone is so inclined, the weapons master can be found down in the caves, brooding, and occasionally slamming a fist or two into the walls.

As for his squeaky whale, it has been deposited safely in front of a certain medical officer's door without so much as a word on the subject.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

It is only fair.

[He shakes his arm, a few times, wondering idly if he can discourage further brawling. He has no intention of harming the female... and half-fears he will if this goes on.

Of course, all that goes out of his processor when her strikes impact the chest wound. Normally, his armor would have held, shrugging off the blows. But this injury... he jerks, pain receptors firing wildly, and staggers with a pained grunt.]

[prime-huntress.livejournal.com]

[And there it was. Like many enemies she fought before, they all had a weak point. More so, their protections needed to be disabled first. But this wasn't an enemy she was trying to disable or kill, it was supposed to be a friendly spar. She quit kicking and dropped from his arm.]

This would be more fair if I had my armor.