RP: Still Following The Leader

[alietf]

((OoC: Carried over from the last thread, since we're well over 50 posts XD; Also... um... where is everyone?))

Having let the canine settle in his cab, Ironhide shut the door, letting himself idle next to Bumblebee.  They had to wait on Optimus and the others, that much he realized.  But the waiting chafed at him.  He'd left Wheeljack of all 'Bots

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[muzaiden]

"Waiting on your orders, Optimus,"
"Let's move, you look like I feel." Optimus rumbled shifting to his altmode, as his joints protested.
"Lead the way Bumblebee."

[jazzbot8907]

Jazz quickly transformed and rived his engine.

[alietf]

It was good to see Ratchet back on his feet. One less thing to be concerned about. Although he was probably going to get an audio full once Prowl and Optimus were back in working order.

Drawing to a stop near Bumblebee and Optimus, Ironhide vented a sigh. They couldn't relax, not even having gotten the wounded out. Someone had to remain alert, and judging from the looks of everyone, it would be he, Jazz, and the Twins who took the job. Better some help than none, he supposed.

As Anima approached, he dropped his tailgate, both to allow the medic up, and Prowl to get down. There wasn't much else he could do until his passengers disembarked. As an afterthought, he opened the cab door, an invitation for the canine to leave as well.

The smaller medic looked troubled, as did Wheeljack. Ratchet looked as he always did--disgruntled. "Something happen?" he asked Anima.

[silverdragon686]

A new set of worries set in when the others arrived. Most of the party didn't look that worse for wear, but Prowl and Optimus were in terrible conditions.

Ratchet didn't even have time to say anything before Anima called back, "I'll take Prowl,". Ratchet, irate, was about to protest again but gave it up with a long low growl. Plus, Optimus had just pulled up beside him, so he wasn't about to offline or embarrass himself in front of his commander. But, by Primus, that femme-bot is becoming a nuisance to deal with...Ratchet looked the now transformed mech over from optic to tires. He didn't look good. Especially when said optic was resembling Ironhide's. However, considering the time constraints and his limited tool kit, the finer repair work on the optic and throat would have to wait. Instead, Ratchet focused on Prime's damaged shoulder and dented chest plating

[jazzbot8907]

Jazz walked up to Ratchet and Optimus. "So hows he doing Hatchet? *smiling*?" *he glanced back over at Ironhide direction and then turned back to Ratchet* "Since Wheeljack over there is talking to Starscream who says he doesn't want to attack us...Hide thinks we should be on high alert incase he decides to pull one of those con tricks...so how long before you have our fearless leader back in tip-top shape?"

[driftwoodwings]

He was pissed. He wanted to level the entire park. But-these were the only ones who were able to take out Megatron. He needed them for the time being. That's what held back his fired. He decided to toy with their heads and leave them be. They'd be expecting an attack from him or Megatron as soon as possible.

"::I would leave as soon as possible. Autobots.:" he snarled the last word out, transformed and headed north west. A thunderous roar echoed over the skies as if he was leaving a signature for the Autobots to hear.
Hoping to find a wooded area. As time passed he was deep in the middle state of New York. His systems started sending off warnings and his speed slowly decreased. A forced transformation into his bipedal mode sent him landing- not too gravefully into a densely wooded area. Where his systems forced him offline for a much needed recharge. So much for asking for -their- helped. He crumbled. At least he was far away from both parties. He could repair himself and bullshit some kind of lie to Megatron when the time came

[alietf]

Pressure against his ankle made Ironhide briefly stop his scan of the skies. The canine, again. And this time in a place that invoked irritating memories.

"I swear to Primus... if you leak on my foot..." he muttered.

But it seemed content just to sit there. No harm done, really, unless he needed to move out in a hurry. But why the frag was it so attached to him? He'd done nothing noteworthy to it. Maybe it was as brainless as the canines of earth.

He ducked out of reflex as the roar of jet engines cut over the park. Apparently, the negotiations were over, or Wheeljack had just angered the Seeker. He tensed, waiting for the incoming ordinance... but nothing came.

What's his game this time...?

"If there's anything either of you could do to speed the process up," Ironhide called out to the pair of medics. "I'd do it. Sounds like the Seeker just beat it out of here. And you know what that probably means."

[tsumiden]

"All fixed," she announced. "Now try not to rip it up less than a breem after I finished you."

Prowl raised one optic rdge at the femme
"I'll take that up wiht the next thing that fals on me. thank you for your help."