6th Transmission - Audio / Action

[heavyweaponsbot]

-- Eugh! Filthy... wretched...! Off me!

[Well. Anyone who was wondering where the hell Ironhide went off to, look no further for your answer. There are crashing sounds as the big Autobot tears his way out of the jungle. Underbrush is trampled, trees actually punched -- despite the fact that it doesn't really help matters.]

Where is that energon...

[He does sound displeased, more so than usual. Tramping around the jungle, getting stuck, and deprived of fuel for a long while doesn't do wonders for the old 'Bot's temper. And the rain isn't helping matters.]

I hate this place.

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IT'S AMAZING

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He stares toward the bush. And then...

Pokes it. With a toe.]

AMAZING AND AWESOME

[starinkindness.livejournal.com]

EEEK!

[Fluttershy startles backwards, wings flapping in panic - straight into a tree, knocking her head against the trunk. Falling down, she lands on her butt and holds her head between her hooves.]

Owwie...

[Hey Ironhide, ever seen a small yellow pegasus with pink hair?]

YES.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide... just stares. At first, he's not at all sure what he's seeing. And then it... seems to be some kind of tiny horse.

A tiny... talking horse.

With wings.

His expression turns into a sort of scowl.]

What is this?

oh hey, is Ironhide downsized at all here? Or is he a full-sized GMC |D

[starinkindness.livejournal.com]

[Fluttershy opens her eyes. And looks up.

Oh Equestria, he's big.]

Oh - oh my goodness, ohmygoodness, um - I'm very sorry, um, Mister Dragon, I didn't mean to get in your way, oh dear!

[She dissolves into squeaking.]

He is 10', only half his regular size |D

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Now he's sure the creature damaged something. The scowl looks a lot more confused.]

Dragon? What is that--

[And then it's squeaking. All Spark, why is it squeaking? Did it break?]

... Are you damaged?

And Fluttershy can't be more than 3' at the shoulder.

[starinkindness.livejournal.com]

[Wait. He doesn't sound anywhere near as big and mean as the last dragon. One of Fluttershy's ears pops up and she sticks her neck out a little in curiosity.]

You're... not a dragon?

So tiny ;o;

[heavyweaponsbot]

I am an Autobot.

[He says this with a contemptuous snort. It just isn't a good day to catch the old soldier... The snort, however, launches a bit of grass from his vents, ruining the whole, "stoic, cranky warrior" pose he's going for.]

... oops.

Her bunny comes up at least to her knee. Not counting the ears. So yeah she's tiny XD

[starinkindness.livejournal.com]

[She flinches a little at the snort, but it's temporary - there's no fire or smoke, and maybe he isn't actually quite as big as she thought. Carefully she unfolds her legs and stands up.]

Oh. I've never heard an "Autobot."

[Little yellow wings unfold and flap. Despite the unthinkable wingspan-to-body ratio, she actually flies, and fairly effortlessly. Physics, what hath thou wrought.

Apparently recovered, she flies up to Ironhide's head level. Otherwise she'd just be staring at his knees.]

I'm Fluttershy.

[He's not a pony - or a dragon - so she thinks of him as a large, scary creature like a manticore. Manticores are no problem.]

Aaaaaaah tiny pony ;o;

[heavyweaponsbot]

I am unsurprised...

[But, what does surprise him is the flying. He pulls his head back from her, unused to things dancing around his head -- at least, things that don't want him dead. Besides... how is she doing that. HOW.

He just stares for a minute. A full sixty seconds of staring, while his processor works to catch up with this craziness.]

...

Ironhide.

so bitty ;u;

[starinkindness.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, this is a lot of crazy right here. She doesn't seem bothered by his reaction, though it seems to be less because she doesn't mind and more because she's somewhat oblivious.]

It's very nice to meet you, Ironhide. I didn't mean to get in your way.

/keeps in box

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He frowns, and then rolls one shoulder in a creaky shrug.]

You were not in the way. I did not see you.

/feeds marshmallows

[starinkindness.livejournal.com]

Thank goodness.

[Her eyes widen at the creaking.]

Oh my! Are you alright?!

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He tilts his head. He hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary.]

... What? Why?

[starinkindness.livejournal.com]

Your joints are creaking. Oh, and you're covered in leaves! Let me help...

[She gently reaches out with her muzzle to pluck the shredded remains of a vine from his armor. Crashing through plants and trees like that will leave you with bits of vegetation all over the place, it seems.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

They do that--

[And, before he can protest, she's... pulling things off him. He watches her, fighting the urge to pull away from the personal space invasion, reminding himself sternly that she's... helping.]

Happens. When you get lost.

[starinkindness.livejournal.com]

[Oh come on, she's so delicate and tiny. It's like objecting to a butterfly invading personal space.]

You were lost? How awful!

[And she means that, too! It must have been so scary :c ]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide probably would object to a butterfly in his space. But he just watches her, quietly.]

Had worse. Just... not in all the trees.

[They kept getting in the way.]

[starinkindness.livejournal.com]

[There's a twig. And leaves. And another vine. She gently relieves Ironhide of all the sticks and hangers-on that he gathered by stumbling through the jungle.

My goodness, he certainly has odd scales. Or, more like the hard parts on the outside of a beetle. She wonders if all Autobots are covered in armor.]

There you go! Isn't that better?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He twitches a little while she works, grumbling to himself. His engine eventually starts growling, muted, though.

And, when she pulls back, he rolls his shoulders to check things out.]

... You a medic?

[starinkindness.livejournal.com]

[Fluttershy didn't know Autobots purred! Of course, she'd never seen one until today, so.]

Oh! Um -

[Hovering takes a bit of effort, so she chooses a slightly elevated patch of turf and lights upon it. She taps her hoof once in thought.

She mostly takes care of injured critters, but Ironhide's not a pony. He's more like a manticore or a slightly more grown-up Spike.]

Well, I guess so, yes.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[And, again, he watches her, craning his head around. Flying things still make him uneasy -- thanks to all the flying Decepticons. But she's so... tiny. He could step on her and not even notice.]

Never thought equines could be medics...

[He pauses. Maybe that's the wrong word.]

... or mechanics.

[starinkindness.livejournal.com]

[That's okay, she's standing on that patch of ground now. No more hovering around Ironhide's head for the moment.]

Well, I don't know about that... I wouldn't know what to do if the Weather Factory needed repairs. But what does that have to do with medics?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Weather factory...?

[He shrugs. He tends to forget that this isn't obvious to most people.]

I am an Autobot. Living, mechanical organism. A mechanic is a medic... sort of.

[starinkindness.livejournal.com]

[Weather factory! Where they make rainbows and snowflakes and clouds, of course.

But that's okay, because talk of mechanical organisms goes over her head just as badly.]

Well, I've never heard of that, but I'll certainly do anything I can.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Pony land is a bizarre place.

He looks her over, and grunts. His hand sort of hovers over the hole in his chest.]

Keep you in mind, if I run into more... vines. Doubt you could repair the rest.