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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]

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.