Log 4: Exploration

[prime_huntress]

[Samus was currently in the caves of deck 15, where she had been poking around for the last several days. Now she was ready to search elsewhere.]

What does anyone know about this Carnival I have heard about? It is dangerous there I hear.

[Samus was itching for adventure, and the Carnival seemed to be the only place open to her for answers.]

Comments

[medicalofficer]

He is still far heavier than most mechs of his size. And no, you two are not sparring.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... You stay out of this, D--Ratchet.

[medicalofficer]

Until I repair that structural damage, you are not fighting anything.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Already did.

[medicalofficer]

... I am going to-

You are not doing it again. Or would you prefer to make the damage permanent?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... What are you going to do? Strap me down? Follow me everywhere?

[medicalofficer]

If you refuse to take it easy, yes.

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

You would not dare.

[medicalofficer]

You don't think so?

[heavyweaponsbot]

With Decepticons around? No. Someone has to look after you and Mikaela.

... and Blurr.

[prime_huntress]

[This was amusing. She'd put her wager on the surgeon; he knew where to hit.]

[medicalofficer]

... Look after me?

[Oh no, you didn't.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. After you.

Unless you want another bunch of welds in your aft.

[medicalofficer]

Yes, because I am sure it would be difficult to find another who could weld the holes in your chest before dealing with their own damage.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Quit that.

That is not why I--you know why I--

Just stow it.

[medicalofficer]

Stubborn aft.

Fine. Feel free to get yourself slagged.