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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Bless Otana

[heavyweaponsbot]

No. Ironhide.

[And it has a slight, almost English accent when Ironhide says it.]

... And are you?

I have been waiting for ever to do that ICly

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[He says it a little louder this time.]

Pilot. Abilene.

[Damn it back home everyone knew who he was without him needing to say it, he does not appreciate not being famous here. Being worshiped was awesome. :/]

That was wonderful.

[heavyweaponsbot]

No. Are you? Are you a pilot.

[Geez, human. He thought he was being perfectly clear.]

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[He scowls.]

No dumbass, that's my name.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide scowls right back.]

Then, that is a foolish name to have.

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs.]

I didn't pick it, man.

[Pilot stuffs his hand into his pocket and pulls out a slightly battered pack of cigarettes, fishing one out.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Then change it. You humans do that all the time.

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[Pilot stares at him, then snorts and laughs, lighting the cigarette.]

Pilot's just fine. S'how everyone knows who I am.

[heavyweaponsbot]

Everyone?

[You hear that skepticism? He doesn't believe that one.]

SERIOUSLY WHAT EVEN IS THIS

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[Pilot just grins.]

i have no idea

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

That is not an answer.

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

I'm a pretty big deal, man.

[Careful Ironhide, don't trip on that ego.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... Not from what I see.

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

Yeah well.

[Pilot doesn't have a smart ass answer for why no one here recognizes him. It's really starting to frustrate him.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Yeah, well what?

[Ironhide can't help it if he sounds like a drill sergeant on occasion. Really, he can't.]

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[Yeah and unfortunately for Pilot, his army training's still a little too recent for him not to stand up a little straighter and roll his shoulders back slightly at that voice.]

Yeah well. I don't fuckin' know.

[Aw fuck, he catches himself and grunts, relaxing again.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Hmn.

[He waves a hand, dismissively.]

Fine then. Leave it there.

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[Pilot smokes in silence for a while before speaking up again.]

So you live here, or you get ... Called. Whatever.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He looks around, pointedly.]

Do I look like I come from this world?

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

I dunno man, I haven't met anyone from here yet.

[For all Pilot knows they could be giant green llama people.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

... I am from another world - Cybertron. Said that already.

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[Oh ... right.

... yeah okay maybe a little less pot next time. This is getting a little hard to keep track of.]

Right.

[heavyweaponsbot]

You should pay more attention when spoken to.

[Somehow, he makes it sound like an order.]

[karmicsouldier.livejournal.com]

[Almost. He almost barked back an acceptable response, but managed to bite it back just at the last minute. Instead he leans back against the wall and grins lazily.]

Yes sir Mr. Autobot sir.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide gives the man an odd look, before shaking his big head.]

Acceptable name.