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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

[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.

[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.

[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]

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.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[That may be for the best. Ratchets all around the universes will sleep better at night.]

I'm familiar with the concept of explosives. What can I say? I'm uncouth.

[heavyweaponsbot]

I do not call being familiar with explosives... "uncouth".

[Practical, more like.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

You'd be one of the few, chief.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. I get that a lot.