64th Transmission - Text

[heavyweaponsbot]

Weapons are back. My cannons remained... Going to test them topside

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[wutaiwarhero]

What are you cannons capable of?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Mass destruction.

[Pause - he was making an awful joke.]

Or are you asking specifications?

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[wutaiwarhero]

[Sephiroth himself is capable of that, Ironhide.]

Yes.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

On the right arm, a plasma warhead launcher, capable of firing off three smart rounds per second. On the left, a fission chamber cannon, delivering a twelve kiloton payload.

They are equipped with top-of-the-line targeting sights, and only the very best in components and semi-self-regenerating ammunition. The fission cannon is capable of solar recharge, while the missiles can be replenished by ingesting raw material in the form of scrap metal.

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[wutaiwarhero]

That's rather impressive. Is there an ample supply of scrap metal to be found on the ship?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. There was. On the luggage deck.

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[wutaiwarhero]

Was. Insinuating there is no longer. That could prove a complication.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

No. Meaning... I have not checked since... things happened.

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[wutaiwarhero]

I see. I would suggest checking soon.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Maybe.

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[autodidacticone]

...You ate my-

[No, wait that's actually pretty nifty]

Is it only for ammunition, then?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

No.

[Ironhide is not really in a conversational mood.]

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[autodidacticone]

I know I'm not an autobot medic, but it might be better than nothing?

I have a lot of my old gear back, anyways. Could help. A bit.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

No.

I require my medic.

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[autodidacticone]

k