22nd Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

If this crew is finished calling their master down on us, I will repeat a previous statement.

I have a frog. I want a question answered. Answer me.




[Locked to Leonardo - 90% Unhackable]
Asking if you are all right is foolish. I will not. I... [Awkwardly] I will only apologize. Should have kept my vocals mute.

Especially since I have no room to talk, when it comes to ignoring that creature calling himself a captain.


[Locked to Ratchet - Unhackable]
Hey. You uh... you got a minute?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[Some part of him knows he's already asked more than one question. But he can't stop himself from speaking. He has to know. He has to.]

What... what happened? Who was it...?

[weifengyiyu.livejournal.com]

[Meifeng smirks and wags a finger.]

That's three questions, eh? And I ain't privvie to that info, happened before I got here.

[She opens her palm.]

Hand it over.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[No. No that's not enough. The poleaxed, crushed expression hardens abruptly. He braces himself.]

... Tell me who has that information first.

[weifengyiyu.livejournal.com]

[Meifeng's patience is running out, and she stands up straight.]

Stewardess'd know. She ain't gonna tell ya though.

[heavyweaponsbot]

You say that as if I care. I will make her speak.

[He growls, but thrusts the box containing Shockwave's frog at her.]

Where is she?

[weifengyiyu.livejournal.com]

Atch-ch-ch.

[Meifeng snatches the box and lifts the lid to check inside, then slings it over her hip, holding it with her bionic arm.]

Y'gotta find her y'self. She might come if y'ask.

[heavyweaponsbot]

If? If...

[He growls again, turning his back on her. The urge to pound her smug face in is a lot easier to ignore that way.]

... I will find out what I wish to know.

[weifengyiyu.livejournal.com]

Relax, kital.

You'll get your answer.

[And Meifeng got her frog. :3]

[heavyweaponsbot]

No. I will not relax.

I require my answers now.

[This is so incredibly frustrating. He wants to hit something.]

[weifengyiyu.livejournal.com]

[Meifeng sucks on her teeth, then reaches for her comm, pressing a few buttons and scrolling through lists.]

She will be on her break in fifteen minutes. You might find her on the top deck.

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

[He nods, clenching his fists before heading for the exit.]

Good. I will search the top deck.

[weifengyiyu.livejournal.com]

Good luck, eh?

[Meifeng sets her box down next to her tray, and goes back to work.]