heavyweaponsbot | 6th Transmission

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-- 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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[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?

[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?

[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.

[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.

[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?

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.

[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.

[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.

[Equestria is a place where pegasus schedule rainfall. Bizarre is just the tip of the iceberg.

Fluttershy tilts her head. The hole is difficult to recognize as an injury on Ironhide's inorganic body, and she can't see it clearly anyway.]

Are you sure you don't want me to look at anything else?

[She's SO very eager to help... but Ironhide is right, she's never seen anything quite like him, and her talent certainly doesn't lie with machinery. But she can sew.]

[He tilts his head right back, and then shifts, looking down at the hole with a scowl.]

You can look. But I doubt there is anything you can do for this.

[He'll give her a look. It won't really do any good, but it can't hurt anything either.]

Oh my goodness! You poor thing!

[That would be condescending if she wasn't expressing deep dismay with such utter sincerity. With a flap of wings, she hovers up a few feet to get a better look.]

What in all of Equestria happened?

[Doesn't that hurt? D8 ]

[He gets a bit tense when she draws near, but allows her to look at it. It's... a nasty hole. The armor is broken, and scorched around the edges of the hole, exposing inner layers and wiring.]

Hit by a missile strike. Before I was brought here.

[Of course, he says this like a normal person would say, 'the cat scratched me'.]

A 'missile strike?'

[Yeah, there aren't missiles in Ponyville. Battles are fought with unicorn magic. Or apple pies.

There's a chunk of Ironhide missing, and it needed to be replaced. But Fluttershy didn't have anything to replace it with, and she didn't have magic to fuse them together. Maybe if Rarity or Twilight Sparkle were here...]

I'm sorry, I don't have the magic to fix this.

Yeah. Missile strike...

[He trails off, and then scowls. After a second, he lifts a hand, to try and pantomime the path of a flying missile.]

Explosive device. Flies... like this. To hit a target... and...

[Now he tries to mime an explosion with his hands, pulling them further and further apart as he says -- ] Boom!

[Then he shrugs.]

You are a... an organic. Never expected you to be able to fix it.

[Fluttershy looks ~~mildly~~ pretty horrified, flinching at the description of an explosion.]

Oh dear, that sounds just awful.

Well - I'm so glad you're all right. I mean, that is, mostly all right.

[It doesn't seem to bother him too much, anyway. That's good, right?]

Don't worry, Ironhide. I'm sure someone can help you.

Not so bad. Survived it.

[Which is supposed to be reassuring. He's alive, after all. Therefore, it wasn't that bad. Really.]

Yeah. Someone can. Someone back home.

[And, for a second, he just looks... sullen. It's been weird to be without his constant companion of millions of years.]

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Sorry about the lag, life kinda happened D:

oh how dare you have LIFE >8O ... no it's cool don't even worry <3

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