(Untitled)

[not_toothfairy]

Somewhere out there, just at the edge of the most delicately tuned sensors' perception, there are signals being traded that Ironhide can't quite read. Some of them are Autobot signals, he's sure of that. Some of them are Decepticon ones, of that he's even more sure. The fact is that he can't read any of them. It's like spending a week with someone

Comments

[justcallmefee]

Fiona was on her way to the blast crater for a little R&R herself when she hears the FATHOOOOOOOM of the massive bot's plasma cannons, followed by the more precise chatter of his laser guns.

The hairs are standing up on her arms by the time she crests the rise. "I think I'm in love."

She drops the green canvas bag from her shoulder and hits the ground with a weighty thud, iron rattling against iron within its confines. Taking off the vintage army cap, she twists her hair up again before pulling it back down over her eyes.

"Is this an invitation only party? Or can anyone play along?"

[justcallmefee]

If Ironhide looked up appreciative audience in the encyclopedia, there'd be a picture of Fiona's shining face next to the entry.

"You have more guns?"

[not_toothfairy]

Ironhide flexes his arms just a little, popping out some of the lesser weaponry. It's all there, it's just tucked away out of sight.

"That and the missiles. Loaded with high explosive, at the moment."

[justcallmefee]

Fiona's eyes light up.

"Missiles? Really? Wired guided or heat seaking or...?"

Or some other Cybertronian wonderful thing she's yet to hear about.

[not_toothfairy]

"This lot's my job to steer," says Ironhide. "Most of the time I go out with fire-and-forget rounds. I like to stay in practice, though. Steering fourteen missiles at once takes some doing."

[justcallmefee]

Fiona silently mouths the word 'FOUR-TEEN!?'

"I take it back. I know I'm in love."

[not_toothfairy]

Ironhide's face isn't built to allow for much in the way of smiling, but the edges of his mouth do turn up a bit. "Spoken for," he says. "I appreciate the compliment, though. If I ever see Wheeljack again, I'll thank him for building the rig for me."

[justcallmefee]

"Damn it. Why are all the real men always taken?" There's a light, teasing tone to her voice.

"What about surveillance systems?" She waggles her eyebrows at him. "Bet you have eyes in the back of your head. So to speak."

[not_toothfairy]

"Lot of signal monitoring capability, yeah," says Ironhide. "Pretty much any communication frequency humans're likely to use, and a bunch of others besides. Not to mention the EM field scanners. We've got a lot of sensors built in even when we're not infiltration specialists."

[justcallmefee]

Fiona grins broadly, her shoulders going up around her ears as she shivers a bit.

"And do you change into a vehicle, like Bee does?"

Could it be that hearing his specs has completely overshadowed her original task of blowing an innocent pile of rocks to kingdom come? It very much could.

[not_toothfairy]

"There isn't an Autobot from my universe who doesn't," says Ironhide. "My alt's a GMC Topkick, though. Bee was built for courier work. I was construction. You need more mass for that, and a sports car wasn't gonna cut it."

[justcallmefee]

"Still," Fiona croons, clearly impressed.

"What I wouldn't give to take you back to my world and introduce your fire-and-forget ordnance to some of my Russian acquaintances. But that's not in keeping with the whole 'low profile' thing Michael's trying to work nowadays." She sighs, shifting her weight.

Oh hey look. She's got explosives! She bends and picks up another of the fuse bearing bombs, flipping it end over end before digging out her lighter again.

"And here's to the Russians!" This one is flung so hard, it falls behind the rock pile, shielding them both from the blast.

The notebook is clearly forgotten.

[not_toothfairy]

"Hah. Nice try, but we've got rules," says Ironhide. "No handing out Cybertronian tech to anybody without written consent from both State and Defense. Part of the deal that lets us live in California."

[justcallmefee]

"Oh I didn't mean sell it to them, no, I meant introduce them to it. You know, up close and personal like."

She grins, her eyes sparkling with mischief. (Or madness. Sometimes it's hard to tell.)

[not_toothfairy]

"That's another story," says Ironhide. "'Course, we're not supposed to hurt humans, but munitions depots, now, that's another story..."

[justcallmefee]

Fiona just laughs, a bright ringing sound that echoes across the crater.

She points to a big reddish grey stone, sighting down her arm. "Well, my friend. Perhaps, with some better intel, you and I can have a little field trip." Light, flip, throw.

Oh the pretty pretty fire ball! This one is bright and smoky, without much oomph. These kinds of bombs have their place as well, mostly as distraction.