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[heavyweaponsbot]

Weapons are back. My cannons remained... Going to test them topside.

Need some work done. On my armor.

[And that's all there is. There is a lot he doesn't say, a lot he hopes is going to be understood by those close to him. That if anyone needs him, they know where to find him. That he needs to do something, even now, when he doesn't think it'll do any good.

And that he needs to see someone in particular. Even if he still can't say it.]

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I'll meet you there?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

What?

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

You said you were topside, right?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah?

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Well, I was heading up there anyway, so I can meet you there.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

If you want.

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[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I do want. See you in a minute.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. Sure.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[aaand heeeeeeeeeeeeeere she is!]

...Ironhide?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He's still standing at the rail, firing off his cannons over the side. And not paying attention to any arrivals.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She's never seen them up close like this before.]

...Wow...

[Edging just a tiny bit closer.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He edges away a little, as his scanners perk up, informing him someone is in range. This still, however, does not deter him from shooting.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She'll just sit and watch for now, then - this is seriously pretty cool. ]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He'll be doing this for a while, Mikaela. You might need a cushion.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[Yeah her butt is starting to hurt.]

Wow. Impressive, Ironhide.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He finally lowers the cannons with a sigh, and glances over at her.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

I've never...gotten a very good look before.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He tilts his head, slightly.]

Only my enemies and my medic ever should.

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[wutaiwarhero.livejournal.com]

What are you cannons capable of?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Mass destruction.

[Pause - he was making an awful joke.]

Or are you asking specifications?

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[wutaiwarhero.livejournal.com]

[Sephiroth himself is capable of that, Ironhide.]

Yes.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

On the right arm, a plasma warhead launcher, capable of firing off three smart rounds per second. On the left, a fission chamber cannon, delivering a twelve kiloton payload.

They are equipped with top-of-the-line targeting sights, and only the very best in components and semi-self-regenerating ammunition. The fission cannon is capable of solar recharge, while the missiles can be replenished by ingesting raw material in the form of scrap metal.

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[wutaiwarhero.livejournal.com]

That's rather impressive. Is there an ample supply of scrap metal to be found on the ship?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah. There was. On the luggage deck.

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[wutaiwarhero.livejournal.com]

Was. Insinuating there is no longer. That could prove a complication.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

No. Meaning... I have not checked since... things happened.

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[wutaiwarhero.livejournal.com]

I see. I would suggest checking soon.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

Maybe.

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[autodidacticone.livejournal.com]

...You ate my—

[No, wait that's actually pretty nifty]

Is it only for ammunition, then?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

No.

[Ironhide is not really in a conversational mood.]

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[autodidacticone.livejournal.com]

I know I'm not an autobot medic, but it might be better than nothing?

I have a lot of my old gear back, anyways. Could help. A bit.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

No.

I require my medic.

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[autodidacticone.livejournal.com]

k

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[Mike's not even going to say anything, he'll just appear up on the top deck. You have NO IDEA how long he's waited to see these things in action.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[And lo, Ironhide is there. He's standing near the rail, and, true to his word, is firing off his cannons across the water.

Each shot is like a miniature explosion, the recoil rocking his arms back slightly. But that's all. His body doesn't so much as shift position. All his attention is focused on this testing. For the moment, he doesn't notice Mike's arrival.]

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[Climbing up one of the taller minigolf statues to get a better view, Mikey watches in awe as the cannon fire hurtles across the water. Those are AWESOME.

Even more, Ironhide isn't even flinching. This is the coolest thing ever.]

Those are. So. Cool!

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[Now that does manage to get his attention. Ironhide fires one last shot from the plasma cannon, before lowering his arms and glancing Mike's way.]

How long have you been here?

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

Like, three hours.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

... You were not.

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

Was too.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He narrows his optics.}

... I do not believe that.

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

Dude, it's like a ninja thing.

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[STILL LOOKS UNIMPRESSED.]

Uh huh.

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[You get to deal with all Mikey's clinginess until his brothers have more attention for him, Ironhide.

He grins innocently.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[He just stares at him for a long minute, and then turns back to the rail to start shooting at nothing again.]

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[Awww. Mikey's face falls.

He hops down from the statue and pads over closer to Ironhide to watch.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[When Mike gets closer, he stops, lowering his arms again.]

You should not be so close to the blasts.

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[thepartydude.livejournal.com]

[Mikey freezes.

Oh.

He can read between the lines, it's just that usually he's too much of an attention whore to acknowledge that someone wants him to leave. But this time, he thinks he gets it.]

'Kay. Have fun and stuff.

[And in a blink he's darted back down the stairs to see if he can find a brother to hassle.]

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide just... stares. He moves to stop the turtle, reaching after him.]

Wait--

[But it's too late. He'd only meant to keep Mike out of the way of potential danger.]

... all right.

[He doesn't bother trying to shoot anymore. It feels like something is sitting on his spark, while he stands there, suddenly feeling more alone than ever.]