27 [Zandali+ Translated Text]

[drinkuntilidie]

By the Loa I feel like an old man right now.

[Kevas sat at the bottom of the stairs in the barracks breathing heavily. Maybe he shouldn't be doing this, in fact he probably shouldn't be doing this, but he just couldn't keep sitting in that room of his. Besides, his limbs weren't hurting that badly.]

Don't suppose anymon would mind giving a busted troll a hand to the infirmary? Should probably stop putting it off.

[Just because he's tired of lying around doesn't mean he's willing to risk slipping out there and breaking everything all over again.]

Comments

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

You better fucking not!

[Kevas isn't necessarily mad at Ironhide, but he knows there's still people that count on the old bot and Kevas won't let him give up.]

There's still work to do and people to protect. If you give up on them then you're failing your friends, the fallen, and yourself.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I did not say I had given up!

And what is death here, anyway? What is it but an inconvenience?

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Then stop sulking and acting like you have!

It's still death. Doesn't matter whether we come back or not. I have a wife and I can guarantee you that if I die telling her that I'll just come back won't be much comfort.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I will act how I see fit! You are not my keeper.

... Maybe it should be.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

No but I am your friend and you're supposed to be a soldier. Instead you're acting like a little mon.

And I ask again, what purpose would that serve?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Soldiers cannot be tired? You know us so well you can dictate what we do? Hmn?

[He answers the question with a grunt. Instead of... an actual answer.]

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Tired yes, but all you're doing is sulking. You want me to tell you what to do? Fine. Try getting back up and helping everymon that needs you.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... I cannot 'get up'.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Now you're just trying to be difficult.

[Sigh.]

Well find someone to get you up.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Not far to get with a broken hip joint.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

And there's no one here that can fix it?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Flatly]

No.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

So then you're just going to sit there and think happy thoughts hoping that it'll magically heal itself

[heavyweaponsbot]

I do not have another choice.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Willing to bet that you do but you just don't want to.

[Disapproving troll is disapproving.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

What do you know of it? Hmn? No one here can manage my armor.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

I know you ain't the only big bot in this place.

[heavyweaponsbot]

One of them is my enemy. And the other is a scientist.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Then you may want to find someone who can. Unless you just want to lie on your ass and shout at things when there's trouble.

[heavyweaponsbot]

There is no one else.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Have you even asked?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... We have discussed it.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

And just what do you plan to do?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Going to figure that out. Later.

[drinkuntilidie.livejournal.com]

Might wanna work on it sooner rather than later.