show_my_cannons | video ;; action

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video ;; action | 4TH WALL EVENT

[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?]

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

Hard to knock a Wrecker down.

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.]

[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.]

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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.

Heh.

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

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

...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?

It is less troublesome, this way.

[He shrugs.]

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

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.