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[not_toothfairy]

For all that the only Decepticon left on Earth is Scorponok, Ironhide is firmly convinced that the others will be showing up eventually- and without the Allspark to go after, they're going to be out for pure vengeance. There's no point to assuming otherwise; if Prime thinks there's enough hope for Autobots to still exist among the stars, then sure

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[reddragonloved]

"Holy shit! What was that?" Reba jumps at the noise and turns her ear in that direction "Someone? Anyone? Strange sound to the left?"

[not_toothfairy]

The sound and the stomping stops; there are whirring noises and the faintest hum of something just at the edge of human hearing. "That would be me," rumbles Ironhide, peering in the human's direction. "It happens when one of my people enters the place."

There's something peculiar about her appearance, and he can't quite place his sensor on what.

[reddragonloved]

"Right. Define me and my people please." Reba's voice becomes rather less nervous at hearing that the noise was just an entry noise but she's still a little bit sharp. She doesn't like being startled.

[not_toothfairy]

Ironhide's optic shutters flicker for a moment before he realizes that the human's own optics don't seem to be working at all. Or if they are, their guidance system is shot, because they're not locking onto anything. Either way-

"'My people' are a race of autonomous robotic organisms from a planet called Cybertron," he answers. "My designation is Ironhide. Have you sustained some kind of injury? Your optics don't appear to be functioning properly."

[shikkari]

Osaka knows not of the Transformers franchise, and the film is a good seven years away from being released in her universe. However, like all anime characters, she possesses the instinctive knowledge that Robots Are Cool.

Thus, there is an utterly fascinated little Japanese girl staring at Ironhide.

[not_toothfairy]

Ironhide's been stared at by plenty of humans, but usually they're staring at him from somewhere below the height of his knees.

Funny how many of them're about that one's size, though.

"Afternoon," he says congenially, or at least as not-terribly-gruffly as he ever does.

[shikkari]

"Oh!" She starts a little in surprise. "You can talk?"

[not_toothfairy]

"'course I can," says Ironhide. "Spent a lot of time learning to speak human languages before we got to Earth."

[adamantiumloner]

Logan is walking across the bar when the door opens and the sound catches his attention. He stops and his eyes narrow on the robot coming in.

Logan and robots don't exactly always get along.

He watches and waits, taking in the sight and scent of the thing and seeing what it's going to do.

[not_toothfairy]

It smells like equipment hangars, like gasoline and solvents; it also smells like banked fire and fuel not of Terran manufacture, and as for the metal itself... well, if Logan can identify metals by individual scent he'll know that's not any alloy of Earth involved in its making. It stands around six and a half feet tall, and it pauses a few steps in for a sweep of the Bar.

(Ironhide isn't a mech given to fear, but it's been a long day and he wants very much to open fire on something, repeatedly, at full volume. This is not the kind of mood in which he wants to encounter the Nullspark. If Unicron is here- wait. Someone is looking at him.)

The blue glowing optics lock onto Logan, and then narrow. "Something wrong?" the mech inquires.

[adamantiumloner]

He gathers quite a bit from the scent. This isn't something made by humans and there isn't a man inside operating it. Which means if he has to trash it he might not feel so bad. Not that he would anyway but it might be good for the argument that'll happen with Kate if he gets busted fighting in the bar again.

"Not unless ya wanna shout 'halt mutant' at me." He answers.

[not_toothfairy]

The mech hasn't got lungs, but produces a very realistic-sounding snort. (This is because Sergeant Epps has a snort of disdain well worth recording and playing back at strategic intervals.) "I don't think so," it says. "Not unless you were planning on getting between me and the target range. I haven't shot anything in days."