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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.))

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[It's a regular Mexican standoff here.]

[But, as soon as Wheeljack transforms, as soon as he sees the optics, and the symbol on his chest, Ironhide relaxes. The cannons power down, and he rolls his shoulders in a shrug.]

Ironhide.

Who are you?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[And, when Ironhide lowers his, so does Wheeljack. The name alone is enough to satisfy him.]

Ironhide. Can't say I expected the new paintjob.

[An eyebrow perk, as he looks the bot up and down.]

The cannons fit, though. From what I've heard.

...Name's Wheeljack.

[heavyweaponsbot]

What new paintjob...?

[He narrows his good optic, looking the other 'bot up and down, slowly. The frame type is different... not what he's used to seeing.]

[Honestly, it looks a little like... like Cliffjumper did.]

I have not heard of you.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Ya used to be red, remember? Or am I thinkin' of someone else.

[A finger goes to his helm--no one just FORGOT what Ironhide looked like...he was positive on it. Red, large cannons...]

Never heard of me? Star player of the Wreckers. That ring any bells?

[heavyweaponsbot]

I have never been red before...

[He's been black his entire life. With the occasional ugly scarring.]

... You are too well-spoken for one of the Wreckers.

[WHICH IS SAYING SOMETHING.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Well, the Ironhide I knew was red.

[He starts inspecting the larger bot, hands on his hips.]

...Believe me, gramps, I'm full-blown Wrecker. Put in the hours and everythin'.

[IF ONLY YOU KNEW, WHEELJACK.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Maybe that is true in your world. Mine is different.

[Ironhide folds his arms, frowning.]

You do not speak as they do. Or... act as they do. Have better weaponry, too.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Different worlds? What, you talkin' other dimensions?

[Yes, that's precisely it.]

...Well, guess in my world I fit right in. And I've got more than just guns up my sleeve.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. Something like that. [Pause.] You know of Cliffjumper?

[If Ironhide had eyebrows to arch... he would.]

More than firearms?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...Yeah. Sounds familiar. Think he was part of Team Prime at one point.

'Was' bein' the key word here.

[At the question, he pats the grenade on his hip, as well as his back where his swords lay sheathed.]

Equipped to every last wire.

[heavyweaponsbot]

... I know. He was here, for a while.

Was... being the key word.

[They were bros, and it was awesome. Until CJ wasn't around anymore.]

[But, oh, look. A distraction.]

Blades. Explosives. Hnn... you are better equipped.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

No kiddin'.

[He didn't really know Cliffjumper that well...but he can imagine losing him wasn't exactly easy.]

That's the idea. I'm a bit notorious for not stayin' dead.

[heavyweaponsbot]

No. Not kidding.

[Let's talk about blowing things up now. That's a better subject. A much better subject.]

Then you are in good company.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Yes, let's not delve into emotions. Because someone over here isn't good with them.]

Am I, now. Weapons specialist, yourself?

[heavyweaponsbot]

I am the Autobot weapons master.

[And damn is he proud of himself for it.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Pretty big words. Got the chops to back em up?

[Yes, this is Wheeljack, who likes to be proven instead of told.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Of course.

[Ironhide looks all too happy to do so, in fact. He reaches up, and unslings the huge piece of weaponry resting against his back. A few flips, and the pieces combine into one.]

[One... very large... cannon.]

Shall we begin?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Now that's the way to do it. Wheeljack reaches behind himself, unhitching the two blades from the sheaths inside his back plating, twirling them. He liked to show off, what could he say.]

On your mark, old man.

[That faceplate slides over his mouth, eyes narrowing.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

As you wish.

[His own faceplates lock into position, and, without further ado, he squeezes the trigger, aiming for Wheeljack's feet. He might not know this Autobot, but he has no desire to actually damage him -- not lethally, anyway. And a direct hit from Heavy Iron would likely blow away a limb at least.]

[The blast echoes, and Ironhide's frame barely rocks with the kickback.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Now THAT was an impressive fun, even Ultra Magnus would be impressed. More impressed with how Ironhide barely budged from the recoil. But he wasn't here to stand and gawk.

He taps the ground with his toes once or twice, and when the bullets hit the ground beneath his feet, he launches himself into the air, leaping towards the old weapons master.

Let's see what you have in you, old man.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[The benefit to a heavy weapon, is not only in the firepower, but the weight. When Wheeljack springs up, he shifts the weapon, swinging it more like a club toward the oncoming Wrecker.]

[... Probably not the best plan, but Ironhide and improvisation usually end in explosions at best, anyway.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[The impact connects, and Wheeljack's chest meets the weapon, and like a batter hitting a baseball, he's sent back, rolling across the street. Thankfully, he's nimble on his feet, and tumbles back onto them, swords brandished.

Looks like someone knows how to take a hit.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Heh.

[That is a noise of approval. Ironhide keeps his weapon at the ready, but there is a definite smirk on his face.]

That was fast. Good.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack's swords angle up as he strafes around the weapons master, his eyes glinting with excitement.]

Hard to knock a Wrecker down.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I would not know. Those back home... they are unlike you.

[And, right as he says that, the Heavy Iron is slung back into place -- and Ironhide's main cannons unfold.]

[Brace yourself, Wheeljack. He's opening fire.]