10th Transmission - Action

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Today finds Ironhide prowling the temple grounds.]

[He's trying to decide whether or not to head inside -- as instructed. Does he go in and demand his cannons back? Or does he stay out here and purposefully ignore the summons in order to make a point?]

[Ironhide ends up standing in front of the temple, his arms folded, and scowling. He has sand in his joints, his chest is aching, and he feels like he's been strung along by their captors. They should have been told about what they were facing. And they weren't -- not one bit. He's extremely cranky, in other words.]

[Approach him?]

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[soldierbee.livejournal.com]

[WHY YES WE THINK WE WILL

Bumblebee has been following Ironhide's coordinates since he came within a few hours of reaching the temple, and then proceeded to stalk him for the remaining time.

And here he is now, walking up like he just noticed Ironhide. HI!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide's head snaps around, and all he can do is stare for a long minute. Sure, he knew Bumblebee was here, but seeing him was another matter entirely.]

... Bumblebee.

[And then, there's just no question. He's striding over and clasping the smaller 'Bot on the shoulders. Both of them.]

Bumblebee.

[soldierbee.livejournal.com]

[Wow, Ironhide must've seriously run into some tough shit while here to be so emotional. Usually his greetings are a grunt, a nod or a punch on the shoulder, depending on how long it's been.

Bumblebee makes a happy, affirmative sound and knocks a fist against one of Ironhide's (undamaged) chestplates, nodding enthusiastically.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He thumps his hands on 'Bee's shoulders a time or two, before stepping back. And here is where the massive damage to his chest is likely revealed in all its horrific glory.]

It is... good to see you.

[soldierbee.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, Bumblebee sees that. Is looking at all of that, not bothering to hide the assessment, before looking back up at Ironhide's face (and Ironhide is STILL taller than he is, even though they've both been downgraded, that is so unfair) and lifting the antennae atop his head in wordless question.

What happened to you, man?]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide sees that look, and shrugs. He tries to look nonchalant about it -- like having a gaping chest hole is something totally normal.]

Egypt. You saw. Took something big in the chest.

[soldierbee.livejournal.com]

[Bumblebee makes a noise of confusion; no, he did not see. He's been in Sam's garage for two years and he didn't hear anything about Ironhide almost getting gutted.

...ugh, the longer he looks at it, the worse he feels.]

Nnnnoooo...

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide... blinks. That wasn't the response he was expecting. Not at all.]

What do you mean... 'no'? You were there.

[soldierbee.livejournal.com]

[Bumblebee shakes his head with a distressed sound, reaching out to touch Ironhide's damaged chestplates with just a couple fingertips before backing away. He hadn't. Had not. He would remember something like that beyond a shadow of a doubt.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He winces, slightly, but doesn't pull back. He's too confused by this to pull away from 'Bee right now. Fortunately, Bumblebee steps back before anything gets too awkward.]

... But I saw you.

[soldierbee.livejournal.com]

[Bumblebee shakes his head again, frustrated, before initiating a link with Ironhide. Instead of explaining in words, he shares his most recent memory; the tiny Decepticons, Sam telling him that he was leaving, Bumblebee driving off and preparing to contact Optimus.

Encrypted in the memory is the exact universal time when it happened; it really was the most recent thing he could recall before waking up in the temple.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Receiving the data... Ironhide sort of looks like he's been punched. Hard -- right in the chest. He stares.]

That was...

[And he just shakes his head, before answering the memory file with his own -- running through the sand, the explosion, and the time stamp.]

[stormcleaver.livejournal.com]

[Say hello to a passing human, Ironhide.]

Sand in your valves?

[It's more likely than you think!]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide watches him pass with a look intended to peel paint.]

What of it.

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[Pilot's still not entirely sure where he is and why he's here, but that's fine. He's got the munchies something fierce though, and on his way to the cafeteria he finds ... a giant robot.

Hmm.]

Well shit.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide's good optic narrows slightly at the voice, and he looks down.]

... What?

nice html fail, me

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[Oh fuck me it talks.]

Shiiiit.

[He's pretty sure the Fluid Karma should have worn off by now. Maybe this is just a really, really weird lucid dream.]

Uh, hey.

[Charming grin.]

it's okay

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide grunts. Who is this? His expression doesn't change.]

Hey.

[Yes, that is all he's saying.]

it's never okay everything is ruined /sob

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[That's cool, Pilot has no idea if his face even can move.]

So ... you're a robot.

[A mecha maybe? Or shit, who knows what kinda technology Treer had tucked away in their compounds.]

/comfort D8

[heavyweaponsbot]

Autobot.

[He snorts as he says that, dismissively. He is not a robot, thank you very much -- he is alive.]

SO SORRY FOR THE GAP AUGH ;A;

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

Auto-whatnow?

You should be B(

[heavyweaponsbot]

Autobot. Sentient mechanical life form. ... From Cybertron.

/begs forgiveness ;^;

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[Pilot squints.]

The fuck's a Cybertron?

... /forgives

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide scowls.]

My home planet.

:'3

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[Still squinting, Pilot tilts his head. Thiiiiiiis is starting to get really weird.]

Uh huh.