heavyweaponsbot | 3rd Transmission

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3rd Transmission - Action

[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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[He waits to explain until Ven's finished settling himself. Despite the grouchy, gruff exterior... he's got a soft spot for kids. And this one has yet to annoy him.]

The enemy of my kind. I am Autobot. They seek to destroy us, and anyone we would protect.

[Ironhide takes another drink from the cube.]

So we fight back.

[... that actually doesn't sound too differently from the Unversed. Solidarity, large robot dude!]

So you're a warrior?

[Redundant question is redundant, really. Ironhide reminds him of a robotic version of Master Eraqus, save that the Master isn't quite so gruff.]

[He nods, shifting his weight to sit a little more comfortably.]

I am. Autobot weapons master, combat instructor.

[Ven is a kid. He gets the redundant question excused. For the moment.]

[That is so cool. Can he be you when he grows up, Ironhide?]

Can you teach people, too? Do, um, 'Autobots' -

[DID HE SAY THAT RIGHT ULP]

- Have a special form of combat?

[Sort of like, say, keyblade masters...?]

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[Yes, kiddo. Yes you can.]

Never taught organics... trained them to deal with Decepticons, yeah. But not one-on-one instruction.

[In answer to the second question, Ironhide merely raises an arm. One of his cannons emerge, not aimed at anything in particular, metal shifting and folding into place.]

Depends on the 'Bot. I specialize in heavy weapons. And this... is my weapon. One of them.

[And Ven just sort of stares. This is somehow ten times more awesome than Keyblades, though the thought is quietly blasphemous.]

Does it work here? I mean... I know some people had their weapons taken away, but that's... it's a part of you, isn't it?

[He reaches up over his shoulder to tap the sword he's been packing around since he got here. It's way more conventional a method of carrying than his usual 'summon from the heart' thing his keyblade has going on, and it's awkward to use a sword that's not designed with the proper grip, but hey, it's kept him safe so far!]

[Ironhide's ~~babies~~ cannons astound everyone with their majesty, seriously.]

No. They have removed my regenerative ammunition. Disabled my cannons.

[The way he says it makes it sound like sacrilege. Which, for Ironhide, it probably is.]

They took my Keyblade, too.

[He knows your pain, Ironhide, really. And he is super sad about it. Not being able to summon his Keyblade is like having a vital part of himself just... abruptly missing.]

Maybe there's a way to ... un-disable them? Like there is to get our abilities back? I'll help you find out how!

Took... your what?

['Blade', he understands. But not the 'key' part. He tilts his head, blinking his good optic. And then he shakes his head.]

I designed and built my weapons myself. If there were a way to manually fix them, I would have done it already.

My Keyblade. It's... sort of like a sword, but it's a part of me, right here.

[He taps a hand against his chest. Blah blah, Ven is totally a princess of heart, blah blah sparkly mary sue powers blah.]

I've never not been able to summon it before, so it's... really weird not having it. I mean, it's not all bad. Learning a new weapon isn't that hard, and hey, new skills!

[Eternal optimism, thy name is.]

Well... if I can help at all, let me know, all right?

It is... part of your chest? And you... summon it?

[These are strange words. He stares at Ven, trying to piece together what it is he's being told, exactly.]

Help? What is it you can do?

No, no - it's a part of my heart. It's sort of complicated. And metaphysical.

[That is most definitely a word he learned from Aqua. Have a helpless smile.]

I'm not sure, yet.

[He smooths down the grass beside him with one hand. No pulling it up for this kid, he's way too nice.]

But I know that there's ways we can get our abilities back? So if I find out how, I'll tell you too!

Part... of your spark.

[It's not really a question, but the confusion and disbelief is there all the same. He stares at Ventus for a long moment, before shaking his head, and going back to chewing on those nails.]

Good. Tell everyone.

[Spark? The word is unfamiliar, but the context gives him the necessary ground to stand on. Yeah, he supposes it is part of his spark. Supposing that it's more or less synonymous with 'heart'.]

Is that what you have? A 'spark'?

[Robots, electricity... hey, it makes sense!]

Yeah! It's better if we all work together, right?

Yeah.

[He makes a gesture to his chest.] Others compared it to a... heart. A soul. And a power source. Same thing for us.

[A snort.]

Yeah, guess so.

[Has he mentioned how cool this is, Ironhide? Because seriously. So cool.]

Well whatever you call it, you've got a good one! I can tell.

[He couldn't get any derpier if he were a walking, talking carebear. No lie.]

[He blinks. Well. Part of his face does. Only one optic actually responds to commands anymore -- the other is too heavily covered in scarring to work that well.]

I would not call it that. Call it... old. Malfunctioning.

Hey, there's nothing wrong with being old!

[Look, Master Eraqus. You may not be here, but damned if your babby isn't defending your honour!]

Or... or malfunctioning, either.

[He frowns as he contemplates the exact nature of that statement. He can't mean that literally, can he...? For something of a robotic nature, that doesn't seem like a good thing.]

Anyways, none of that matters, not when it comes to your heart. It can be damaged...

[He curls his hand into a fist near his chest, in a half-remembered impulse. Yeah. That was my light. But my heart is fractured.]

But as long as you're strong, it won't ever change.

[He's quiet for a moment, and then he smiles. It's a little sad, and he's not even sure why.]

And... for what it's worth, I don't think you're either of those things.

[Ironhide snorts. And it's an amused sound. Wow. This boy is something else.]

Boy, I am older than your entire race. You can think what you want, but I am old. Nothing wrong with it -- I still function fine.

[But it's a fact. And Ironhide's not in the business of lying to himself -- about that, anyway.]

You talk a lot. Know that?

Well...

[Have a nervous laugh.]

Okay, so maybe you're a little old.

[In the sense that he can't even fathom that. He's got books all over his room, he stargazes in his spare time, and for some reason he keeps houseplants, but this? This is just... totally beyond his ken.]

Haha... I guess ... I guess I do. Sorry?

[His tone is equal parts helpful and kicked puppy. Please don't be angry, awesome robot person?]

More than a little.

[He tilts his head, and drains his cube of energon, crushing the empty container in one hand.]

Why are you apologizing? You did nothing wrong.

I can't even-- what's it like? Seeing so much... you must have met so many people.

[Does he sound wistful? Maybe a little. Now that he's had a taste of the outside world he wants to see everything. Good and bad. So being in the presence of someone who's probably Done It All (tm) is totally amazing.]

Oh, um. Well... I'm pretty sure it can get annoying. Talking so much I mean. If you want me to stop just say so and I will, promise!

Only met humans a few years ago... Met a lot of my kind. And more of the enemy.

[He just sort of looks at Ventus, frowning faintly.]

You can speak if you want to.

[Enemies he gets. Does he ever.]

The... 'Decepticons' you mentioned?

[He scuffs one foot against the ground, and re-arranges himself until he's sitting cross-legged.]

You sure it's not boring? I mean, when you've seen so much, what's one more kid, right?

Yeah. That is what they call themselves.

[He shifts, leaning his weight on one knee with a creak of joints.]

You can speak. Not going to stop you, boy.

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