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[show_my_cannons]

[So remember how Ironhide had been lost in the wilderness earlier?]

[That's not a problem anymore. Because guess who can suddenly turn into a truck? That's right, this guy. A truck that is currently plowing through trees and bushes and whatever might be in his way. BEEP BEEP MOVE OUT OF THE WAY.]

[As soon as he gets into some clear space, be it a town, or a pathway or anything reasonably clear of tall, cumbersome trees, the truck skids to a halt.]

[And transforms.]

Hah! About time this has happened... Now.

[He rolls shoulders the size of a small family car.]

Let us get on with this. Tracking the girl should be simple. Or... hn. Simpler.

[STOMP STOMP STOMP off goes the giant robot through the town. Whichever town you might happen to be in.]

[Interrupt him? Y/N?]


((ooc: replies will come from heavyweaponsbot for icon purposes.))

Comments

[haveyouseenalittlegirl]

[Er, well offers out his hand to shake a finger and Jodie does the same.]

Thank you. We're fond of her as well.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Heh.

Not any more. I make no secret of what I am... there is no reason to.

[He shrugs.] No one cares. Not here.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He just sort of wiggles the stiff old digits, before pulling his hand back.]

Should be proud. Brave one, that child.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...Works for me. I hate goin' incognito anyway.

[And if they didn't care, neither did he.]

So, what makes your Wreckers so different from mine?

[heavyweaponsbot]

It is less troublesome, this way.

[He shrugs.]

They are more foul-mouthed. Less likely to appreciate fine weapons... when brute force will do.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Know a few guys like that in my old squad. Before...yannow, the war.

[His head tilts away. It's...it's a sensitive subject.]

Prefer stylized form of combat over your average blaster.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. I know.

[He'll leave it at that, though. If nothing else, he can figure out when to avoid a subject.]

Have more finesse than they do, too.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Some wouldn't really agree with ya there, 'Hide.

Ratchet, especially.

[heavyweaponsbot]

They do not know the Wreckers I do.

[Hold up.]

... Ratchet?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...Yeah. Ratchet. The good Doc.

Red, white. Constantly frownin'.


...At least to me.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I know him. And he is not... that.

More neon yellow.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...

No, that's Bumblebee.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Bumblebee is not neon.

Just yellow.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

And neither is Ratchet. At least not where I'm from.

Personality's not that glowing either.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... That is strange.

Your version's paint sounds far less... optic-searing...

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Tell me about it. I'm just tryin' to imagine that one.

Guessin' you and I got a lot to catch up on.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Do not try too hard.

[You'll get hurt.]

Yeah, it looks that way.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Trust me, I won't.

[He starts walking though, past the weapons master, giving a look back.]

Wanna go for a walk? I'd like to stretch my legs.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He grunts, and starts limping-slash-marching after the other bot.]

Best keep up, then.

[neonnerd]

I rather think it is of some matter.

[He's a little disconcerted at finding himself in a place that he doesn't recognize, and he can't remember when he started driving into it.

But if Ironhide says later, he will wait. If only because Ironhide's manner is still greatly concerning. He's acting as though they have been apart for quite some time, and not as though they had spoken less than a half hour before.

Were this another Autobot, Ratchet wouldn't be quite as concerned, but this is Ironhide. He knows the other well, and this - Ironhide is not one for public displays of affection, especially not this long, without extenuating circumstances.

Still, with Ironhide's hand remaining firmly on his shoulder, Ratchet can't help but return the gesture, resting his own hand on his friend's shoulder. At the moment, it's as much to reassure himself as it is for Ironhide.]

I am the color I have been since we first arrived on Earth. [There is a note of disgruntlement in his tone, if only because he doesn't understand why Ironhide would be commenting on paint, of all things.] En route to NEST headquarters, returning from Egypt. Surely you couldn't have gotten that far ahead of me, I stopped only for a moment.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[There's a smirk as he follows along, keeping pace.]

I'd say that about you, but I'm guessin' ya got enough firepower to demolish a small moon.

[heavyweaponsbot]

From... Egypt.

[He says it like he can't believe it. And, in a way, he can't really. Egypt seems like another lifetime ago. All of it does.]

[And now...]

[Now here lies another problem. If Ratchet can only recall Egypt, he knows nothing about what followed. About Sentinel. The betrayal. None of it. Only Ironhide knows the full extent of what happened.]

[And it's up to him, to decide if he explains.]

[His fingers dig in. He shakes his head.]

Yeah... I remember that. Long time ago now. [Another slow shake of his head.] C'mon then. Best... get someplace out of the woods.

[In case this wears off and they change back -- they won't be lost that way. And, not to mention, he can put off explaining for a while.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Eh, that thing was going to explode on its own anyway...

[Ironhide did you -- did you just say you blew up a goddamn moon.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Hey, don't mind him, but he's got a look of approval on his face.]

Probably done that myself, or somethin' similar.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Wheeljack, you're the only one to think so.]

Have you now...?

[Go on.]