21st Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Been a while since we went below. Some information has been shared. I am willing to tell what I found, for whatever good it does.

[There is a pause, and a shifting of metal. His voice gets a little stronger, a little more annoyed.]

Speaking of that venture... I require... my optics repaired. My medic has asked for crew assistance, and recieved no word. What are you crew doing that you cannot even answer a simple request! Hmn!

If that is not enough to sway you, I have a frog. And a question. You want this frog? Send someone who can answer my question, and fix this damage.

Comments

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

Spill it.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Who is this?

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

Bolvar fuckin' Fordragon.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... I do not know that name.

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

_{Why would you, you overgrown piece of tin?}

Nah. M'Karis.

[screwyoubob.livejournal.com]

Hello! Sorry! I've been busy!

[B titters.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Clearly.

... You prepared for this, or what?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Hey, are you...okay?

[heavyweaponsbot]

I cannot see.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Is...Ratchet can't fix it?

[heavyweaponsbot]

They took his equipment. He can do nothing.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Is there anything I can do?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Doubt it.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

O-oh. Okay...

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

[Awkwardly]

Sorry.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

It's...okay. I just wish I could help you.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... So does Ratchet.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

We'll figure something out. You won't stay like this, you know that. Ratchet 'n me wil do whatever we can to help you out.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah... I know. I trust him... trust you. Something... will be done.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Yeah, definitely. I know Ratchet'll think of something.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Yeah.

I... am worried about him.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Why? What do you mean? Did something happen to him? [insta-panic mode is go]

[heavyweaponsbot]

He is physically fine. His... inability to repair me is... not good for him in other ways. I can tell.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Oh. Okay. [That's...not a lot better, but at least he's not hurt.]

Yeah, I know kind of how he feels.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Then maybe he will believe you... I cannot make him listen to me.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I know not being able to fix stuff made me feel useless. He oughta go up to the race deck.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... No. No racing.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Not t'race. There's tools up there and cars and stuff. He can tinker with me.

And he's allowed if he wants, y'know.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... It is too dangerous.

Ask him to work with you, maybe... that will help.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I do it all the time.

I will. I'll talk to him first chance I get.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Hmnf.

Good. Maybe it will help something.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She smiles. Oh Ironhide.]

I bet it will, helped me. I'll talk to him.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Hope so.