3rd Transmission - Action

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Hello Vertiline. And how are you this fine morning? Hopefully you're not doing anything that requires your being behind the forge.

But if you are, you'll probably notice a massive black robot loading a lot of oddly glowing cubes into his arms. Along with a small collection of nails and such, pilfered from the forge itself.

His armor is battered, and pitted with holes -- the largest being on his chest. This accomplished, he proceeds to stalk back off toward his pod, the cubes carried very carefully. Every motion makes his joints creak. Once he arrives at the pod, he unceremoniously dumps the cubes inside, before stepping back out again.

Ironhide, at the end of this errand, can be found hunkered down in front of his pod, drinking out of one of the cubes, and thoughtfully watching the sunrise. Occasionally, he chews on one of the nails.

Approach?]

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[bellator-lucis.livejournal.com]

[A giant robot drinking out of a glowing cube is not something that you see every day. Huh. The Warrior is going to approach, cautiously, because he remembers you from the hall. You didn't seem very friendly then.]

May I ask what that is?

[heavyweaponsbot]

["Grouchy" is, and has been for millions of years, Ironhide's default mode. He glances up at the approach, studying the human for a long moment before answering.]

Energon.

[Morning person, he isn't.]

[bellator-lucis.livejournal.com]

[Ah, one-word answers. He knows this game. Ironhide may notice that he relaxes slightly.]

Is it food for your kind?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He's like the kind of guy who doesn't really process manners until he gets his coffee... except he's like that almost all day.]

Fuel. Yeah. You could call it that.

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[wayfoundwind.livejournal.com]

[Whoa.

No really. Whoa. Ven has seen a lot of things! Traveled between words, befriended giant talking rodents, but he has never seen anything like Ironhide. And, because he has neither fear nor sense, he is going to change this!

He walks - yes, walks, there is only minimal bouncing involved - up to the giant 'Bot and holds out one hand.]

Hi! I'm Ventus. Ven for short!

[LOOK IRONHIDE HE WANTS TO BE FRIENDS. No one ever said he was smart.]

[commentlog of derpery!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[There's nothing to fear, Ven! Ironhide wouldn't hurt you! ... Not physically, anyway. Hopefully he won't hurt your feelings, either.

He regards the boy out of one good optic, tilting his head slightly. The outstretched hand gets a skeptical glance. How is he supposed to shake hands when organics are so... crush-able?]

Ironhide.

[Instead of shaking hands, he nods.]

[commentlog of derpery!]

[wayfoundwind.livejournal.com]

[OH MY GOD THE GIGANTIC ROBOT TALKS best day ever. He is totally not even bothered by the lack of a handshake. Giant robot. This is like every teenage boy's dream come true.]

Nice to meet you!

[Manners: he may or may not have learned them from Aqua.]

So, uh. Whatcha up to?

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[Instead of responding, Ironhide grunts. What are manners? Personally, he can't understand why the human looks so... enthusiastic. He's just drinking.]

Refueling. Why?

[infernaldork.livejournal.com]

[See Eliot. See Eliot walk. Walk, Eliot, walk.

Eliot, see Ironhide.

Ironhide, who looks to him like an exhibition of robot sculpture art that he argued against in a paper - at Audrey's insistence.

In reality, Eliot does not think that the trend is unattractive - it actually looks pretty coo--

OH, INFERNALS AND IMMORTALS, IT JUST MOVED. AND ATE A NAIL?

See Eliot. See Eliot stop. See Eliot stare, because he does not realise this is the guy he talked to about the rodent problem. Robots don't exist to him.

Stare, Eliot, stare.]

Um.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Slowly, the old warrior turns his head, staring at the stranger for a long, grouchy moment.]

What?

[Despite his being up and around at this hour, Ironhide is, apparently, not a morning 'Bot.]

[infernaldork.livejournal.com]

[Eliot remembers somewhere between his thoroughly suave 'um' and now that staring is rude. Being rude is definitely against the rules. But being very large, talking robot would also be against the rules.

There is brief irony; Louis would probably call it bending the rules more than breaking. The thought relaxes him enough to scratch the back of his bowl-haircut head and shrug.]

Sorry.

[For staring.

Hey that voice. Eliot recognises sounds better than anything and looks up at Ironhide.]

Weren't you the guy stepping on the mice?

[And given his size, he can believe it.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide grunts in acknowledgment of the apology, but doesn't otherwise say anything about it. He has an entire vocabulary of monosyllabic sounds.]

I was, yeah.

[Absently, he glances down at one massive foot. The metal looks as if it's been... chewed on. And then he shrugs, going back to his cube.]

They were persistent.

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

[There are somethings you can look at once and get used to immediately. Ironhide is not one of those things...people...whatever.

Formerly on his way to the woods with a lumber axe in hand, when Kevas sees Ironhide he stops and watches. This is the time he's ever seen a robot eat before.]

I t'ought joo ate, what was it? Enuhsometin'? Not nails.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Energon.

[Only after he says this does he actually look at who he's speaking to. Ah. Yes. The green man from the fog. Kevas gets a nod -- a nice, respectful nod.]

This.

[He holds up a cube.]

Need scrap metals too, occasionally. Mostly for... repairs.

[pimp-hat.livejournal.com]

[Kevas tips his hat.

Huh, the big guy doesn't look like he's been hurt but then again Kevas knows next to nothing about machines. Especially ones that can talk.]

And here I t'ough joo be invincible. Dey ain't be havin' anytin' more uh...fillin' den nails?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[There's a gaping hole in his chest armor... it's not leaking, thanks to self-repair and a lot of cauterization, but. He shrugs.]

Just heavily armored. I can be killed, same as anything alive.

[And then he examines the nails.]

Probably. Just took the first thing I found.

[thepuppyhero.livejournal.com]

[Hey, it's the big car talking robot thing. What did Warrior say his kind were called? Oh! That's right, autobots!

The glowing stuff catches Zack's attention as the autobot reaches for a cube and brings it to his mouth.

And then he drinks it.

...Wut?]

Robot's can eat?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He huffs out what sounds like a sigh from his ventilation system.]

I am refueling. Not eating.

[There's a difference, geez.]

[thepuppyhero.livejournal.com]

[It's going in your mouth. There is no difference.]

What is that?

[Didn't anyone tell you that glowing things generally aren't good for you?]

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

[Sunrise.

Some might say "oh god so early", or perhaps "damn it I need to get to bed", but Xanth is used to being up by now. It's time for him and his capybara (still unnamed) to go out for a walk.

Oh there's the big scary metal protector man from a while ago.

OH HI IRONHIDE, the capybara thinks, and trots over. It sniffs in the direction of Ironhide's energon, and then it sits down in front of him. GIVE ME LOVE.

Xanth isn't far behind. He grabs it behind its forelegs, trying to pull it back, and gives Ironhide an apologetic look.]

S-Sorry, sorry, it-- i-it, um, uh. S. Sorry.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide's immediate reaction is one of disgust. He snorts, and starts to reach out to shove the creature away with one hand.

Ew. Rodents.

But Xanth appears before he can touch it. The old warrior snorts, and bites down on a nail. Yeah, that'll show the capybara.]

Your pet needs a leash.

[brittlenerves.livejournal.com]

[Xanth looks down, shamed.]

I-I, uh, I'll-- t-try to, uh, t--to find one. S--Sorry.

[Technically he has one, but guess where that is! Yep. His house. Like everything else.]

late b-b-but I couldn't resist ;A;

[redhot-redeemed.livejournal.com]

[Zuko has barely spent any time in his pod after speaking with Loe--in fact, he pretty much only goes there for sleep. Between sword training and crystal hunting, the prince hasn't had much time for rest and relaxation.

So it was only a matter of time before he ran into his favorite hunk of metal.

Normally, he'd just pointedly ignore him and walk by. But Zuko has something to gloat about this time, and well, he's not about to shy away from that opportunity.

Zuko approaches Ironhide looking rather smug. He's got news for you, buddy.]

Hey. Just thought you should know. Cooperation worked. I helped the people here, and now I have the answers I was looking for. Looks like I was right.

/petpet

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide barely pays the approaching boy any attention. After all, his cubes need most of it.]

Good for you.

[He picks out a nail, studies it, and then pointedly starts chewing on it. Interesting information. But if he reacts, he's going to lose any ground he has. And that never helps, with dealing with these types of people.]

[redhot-redeemed.livejournal.com]

[Zuko crosses his arms as the robot pays him little attention. Zuko's stubborn too, Ironhide, And he's going to prove you were wrong about helping the people here.]

Yeah. It is good for me. Because now I know exactly how to get my ability back.