38th Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Locked to Mikaela - 95% Unhackable]

Hey. Need a favor of you. It means... much to me... and I do not ask lightly.

Need a frog. Gold one.

[/Lock]




Crew.

Have a question for you. At the usual price. Answer quickly, or I shall retract the offer.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

No.

[A panel on his leg twitches. Some sand falls out. He watches this with interest for a moment, and... holds out a golf club.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Mikaela's eyes are drawn to the panel, and it takes everything in her to hold it together. Somehow, even when she's pissy (or getting sand kicked all over her) - Ironhide can make her smile.

Then blink in confusion.]

Did you decide to take up golfing?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He keeps holding the golf club out. It's a three wood. Big, and heavy.]

No. It is a weapon. A... gift.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...You...brought me a golf club?

[Still though, she reaches out to take it. It's a good club!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

I brought you a weapon.

[It's a gift. The only thing he knows how to give. He's trying to make up for... well. Taking the frog.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Thanks, Ironhide. I really appreciate it.

[And she does. So, she's not scowling when she hands over the shoebox. Instead, she's faintly smiling.]

What're you gonna ask?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Maybe he's not as bad at this as he thought. He takes the box gingerly.]

... How we get to the registry. The one which decides who is brought back to life, and who is not.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Good question.

[She eyes her club experimentally. This might come in handy! Especially along with that bow and arrow set she's got.]

Lemme know what the answer is. Please?

[heavyweaponsbot]

... It is.

[He nods. He intends to tell King, at least. And Ratchet. Mikaela would be included by default.]

If I get a response, I will.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Gonna tell Mikey?

[She likes him.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... That depends on the answer.

[There are some things Mikey shouldn't hear.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...But you'll tell me regardless, right?

[Good point.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. Said I would.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Good. Thank you.

[She holds up her club.]

And thanks for this, too.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah.

[He nods, and turns to go.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Wait.

[She comes up near him, almost hesitantly, then...gives him an awkward hug. He's pointy and all.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He stops, and glances down at her, confused.]

What is this for?

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Just...because.

[Just take it Ironhide. She wuffs her dad bot.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He just sort of... awkwardly pats her on the head. With a finger.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[...Aw, Ironhide. She grins at him, then gives him a little push.]

Go ask your question.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Meeting is on the top deck.

[With that, he'll step away, and transform. Roll out!]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Gotcha.

[She grins, then waves as he leaves, even if he can't see it.]