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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[Action! that took forever 8|]

[tldriving.livejournal.com]

[Well, his opponent did manage to trigger a pit trap, but after almost driving straight into it and a few panicked seconds of running on AIR, he made it to the other side -- but he and the pit aren't that far ahead, and he can hear the Topkick as he stops to listen for Ironhide.

Being in robot mode is probably quieter, but after a moment he transforms back into vehicle mode and tears off, trying to see if he can get out of range of the smoke. If they could spot what the triggers looked like then they could start setting off traps on purpose.]

[Action! this took forever too :|]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He is completely unaware of his triggering of a trap, intent only on barreling through the smoke and obstacles to catch up again with the blue Autobot. He doesn't even see the pit until his front end dips down into it. Slamming on the breaks, he manages to haul himself out of it backward--the benefits of a heavy alt.

And the he's off again, wavering slightly. His retreat was painful on already damaged interior components. Something shifts as he drives by--a lever? A button?

But there's little time to think as, suddenly, the smoke and heat gets worse.]