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! 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.]