heavyweaponsbot | 25th Transmission

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25th Transmission - Event

[The voice on the comm isn't the same as it usually is. The grating tone is gone, it's much smoother, and lacks the formal phrasing. ~~But he still sounds vaguely British~~]

What's going on... where'd the barracks go? Supposed to be getting my weapons refitted...

Hey! Someone wanna tell me what's up? This some kind of really bad prank? 'Cause if it is...

((ooc: Yeah, Ironhide's memory-regressed, along with age-regressed. As far as he knows, he's still a low-ranked soldier in the Cybertronian Armed Forces, who idolizes his leader... Megatron. Not that it really matters much, but there you go. He's maybe... the robot version of 18 or so, as opposed to his normal ~~OHGODOLDERTHANDIRT~~ 50-ish.))

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[Ratchet being older than Ironhide? That does strike him as been a little odd.]

At...least there's someone from your world? Y'know, some aren't that lucky.

[He is, but he's not gonna tell you that. He's making a good point, right?]

[He grumbles.]

Rather it was someone attractive... Instead of an old mech.

[Oh my god, Ironhide.]

Well...what's attractive to you? C'mon, you--you've got me curious.

[All he can think about is how much face you were sucking at one of his tables.]

Someone my age. Who's not half-rusted... nice set of legs doesn't hurt. Gotta be good with a gun.

I like guns.

[These were Ironhide's fratboy days.]

So I gathered.

Hmm, well...older men do have experience?

[oh christ, what is he saying.]

... Ugh. And they're all... creaky. No way. I'm not touchin' an older 'Bot until I rust.

Plus, he's a civilian.

[Sorry, he can't get over the fact they're having this conversation.]

Alright, I--I understand the age issue, but what's the problem with him being a civilian?

[He would be horrified if he ever found out about who his future self is practically married to.]

They don't get soldiers. They like us fine when we gotta protect them. But then we're just "thick headed idiots."

Now I can see where you'd, uh, you'd 'butt heads'.

[Now he's super curious as to how this worked out.]

Yeah, and that's all we'd ever do. I hate medics.

[Ironhide grew up a lot after the attacks on the All Spark started.]

Who knows; you may find one you can tolerate one day.

Oh please. I'd rather go flash my spark at a scrap drone.

[Okay, he's remembering that one.

And he's laughing now because that phrasing is amazing.]

Wait, what?

Said I'd rather flash my spark at a scrap drone. Your hearing gone or somethin'?

No, I heard you, I just--

Humor the organic, Ironhide. You'd rather flash your what at who?

Spark. At a scrap drone.

Y'know? Tiny little halfwits. They give you viruses.

[Ooooh god. This is just--this is priceless.]

No, no, I get it now.

[ooooh myyy goooooood.]

[He's going to be so embarrassed when he gets back to normal.]

Good. Wasn't going to explain anymore. Even the newly created know this scrap.

I'm afraid I don't know much about your culture, there.

I'm just working off context clues.

Eh, whatever. Maybe there's some attractive soldier wandering around...

Best of luck, there.

I'm afraid I...kinda fall into the rusted bag of bolts category, myself. In human standards.

I just, you know, bring this up because I doubt any 'attractive soldiers' will be coming my way for a while.

So go find one your own age. Your social life's not my problem, organic. I got other things to worry about.

Like gettin' off this ship.

[God, who IS his age now? He's like...fifty.]

Right. Just don't try jumping off the side. I don't, heh, I don't think that's gonna work.

What, you think I'm that stupid?

Nope--it's just a joke.

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heavyweaponsbot - 2010-03-07 07:17 (UTC) - Expand

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