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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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.

We've got something like that, too. The Unversed.

[Well, if Ironhide insists...]

They're... like monsters made of darkness. That's-- Well, I thought that was why I was here. But there's nothing like the Unversed around so far. I'm... not sure if it's a good thing or not.

[He's used to ending up where he's needed... but what if things are getting worse back home? Sure, these people need help now and he's glad to do it, but he'd feel awful if any of the friends he'd made on any of the worlds he'd visited were getting hurt.]

[Ironhide's good optic lights up -- it fairly glows with a sudden interest.]

Describe them to me, boy.

[Ven sort of scratches at the back of his head as he considers. He doesn't know much about the unversed, save that they need fighting and that he and the other Keyblade wielders are the only ones who can do it.]

There's a lot of different kinds. Little ones--

[He holds his hand a few inches off the grass]

And ones that are waaaay bigger. Even bigger than you, in all sorts of different colours. They're... they can't be reasoned with or talked to. They just attack people for no reason. And it seems that no matter how many you destroy, there's always more.

[He gives Ven a long look, studying him closely.]

They ever look like shadows? With teeth?

[Ventus just stares at him.]

How did you know? Have you seen them too?

[Ironhide jerks his head in... some... direction.]

The fog. That was what we found in there.

[What. Oh no. That is not good, at all. He has to --

He doesn't have his Keyblade. And neither does Aqua, or Terra! But he-- they have to do something. It's their job, and after all... they're stronger together, no matter what. Even without their Keyblades.]

I need to go after them! Where is this fog, exactly?

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No.

[He puts a hand out, to try and preemptively restrain the boy.]

You stay out of there. It took down two of our group before we could make a move.

But--

[What did he mean by 'took down'? He can't help it, but he immediately thinks of Max. She'd been so scared, and upset... was she one of the ones that had gone? Ven can't help it, he scrambles to his feet and backs away from Ironhide.]

It's my job. I can't just sit by if people are getting hurt!

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No one is getting hurt if they stay out of the fog, boy!

[He does snap, then. He's not shouting, not yet. But there's a rebuke in his voice all the same.]

And no one is rushing back in there without a plan.

[He knows that tone. Were you Eraqus in a past life, Ironhide? He stops, and looks at his feet, a little ashamed of himself.

He knows he doesn't think before getting into things. What was chasing after Terra if not that? But... there's no gravity he's ever experienced that can match the weight on his chest. He actually slouches a little.

More Unversed. Here.

He has to tell Aqua and Terra.]

But... people were hurt during the invasion the other day. What if the Unversed are causing that?

[Okay, he's not exactly sure how that would work, but it makes sense, in a bizarre sort of way. All that darkness, the negative energy... it can influence people, take them over. That's why it's so important for the worlds to remain unconnected. Even he knows that, and he's nowhere near Aqua or Terra's level.]

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