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

[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.