7th Transmission / Audio

[heavyweaponsbot]

I begin to loathe this boat nearly as much as aircraft... Going to rust in all this... damp.

Need something to keep from stiffening up. Some sort of exercise... Only so many times I can drive around these decks. Unlike some, I do not enjoy poking holes in turf, or studying these yellow creatures all day.

Hmnf.

Open to... suggestion.

Comments

[medicalofficer]

I was not aware you required constant supervision.

If you are actually having issues with the moisture in the air, I will attempt to create some solution from what supplies I can find that might prevent rusting.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yes you were.

Why would I say I was, if I were not?

[medicalofficer]

How did you survive before my arrival?

Your concept of what will and will not cause rusting has been known to be slightly skewed, Ironhide. If it truly bothers you, I will see if I what I can do.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I was not here long before you were. That is how.

It has not. But if you would rather spend your time poking at vegetation and that creature...

[medicalofficer]

It has - If you took better care of yourself, it would not present an issue.

... Do not be foolish. I am a medic, first and foremost - I will work on a solution to the problem.

[heavyweaponsbot]

It has not. I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself. Not my fault every Decepticon wants a piece of me...

Yeah yeah...

--how do you lock these things?

[medicalofficer]

That does not mean you have to humour them.

Lock? Hmm...

[ A few moments pause as he fiddles with the communicator. ]

[ Private ]

There. I believe this is a private connection?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Who else is going to?

[Private]

What... happened... when I brought you the energon...? I remember... nothing.

[medicalofficer]

Hopefully, no one. Particularly not on this vessel.

[ Private ]

... My own memory is not particularly clear, unfortunately.

I believe that we talked, mostly.

Why do you ask?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... The Decepticon's motives remain to be seen.

[Private]

... the... "mostly"... is what concerns me.

There is broken furniture in here. And... a conversation with Mikaela I do not recall ever happening. Which... includes... sounds.

[medicalofficer]

And until they are, there is no point in engaging. None of us have weapons, and I do not have the means to properly fix that injury in your chest yet.

[ Private ]

Hmm. [He's trying to remember - But the first thing that comes to mind was arguing whether or not he was shot in the aft or the back. Hmmph. >:|]

What sort of 'sounds'?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Fine... but I will be watching it. Chest is fine. Cut off the pain receptors long time ago.

[Private]

... the furniture creaking. I... sound as if... I've fallen. More creaking.

[medicalofficer]

That does not mean I have cleared you for battle, Ironhide. Do not think I will stand by and allow you to do something foolish.

[ Private ]

... Perhaps you tripped then? You had said that the beds were not meant to withstand our weight.

[heavyweaponsbot]

So what else am I to do here? It does not hurt, I am mobile...

[Private]

Yeah... Probably what happened.

[medicalofficer]

We shall find another way to occupy your time.

[ Private ]

Unless you have a different idea?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Lucky me... Not allowed to perform my own function...

[Private]

I have no idea. And I do not like what the Decepticon is implying.