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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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[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.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Those eyes widen.

Wheeljack knew those cannons. They were the cannons his own world's Ironhide used. Gatling guns of pure steel and metal muscle, ready to open fire at him. If he wasn't so thick headed, he would have turned tail and ran.

But instead, he readies those swords, defending himself as best he can through the rain of bullets.

What can he say? Wreckers never call for backup.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He doesn't try to aim for anything vital. This isn't meant to kill. Or even wound severely. This is just a test. A trial run to see what the other can do.]

[So, after a moment of pounding out rounds, he lets them stop, still standing at the ready.]

You seem surprised.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[When the bullets cease, Wheeljack dusts himself off, his white paint scored in a few places. Not that he really minded.]

Just...reminded of someone. War hero back home.

You'd like him.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He looks the other bot over, and nods in approval. Very good. Definitely a warrior. He can appreciate that.]

If he was a soldier, I do not doubt that I would.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[And with that, those swords are put back into his back armor, taking a look around.]

So. Take it we're not exactly secrets around here.

[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.

[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.