Unlikely Meeting

[kase_ni]

Who: Ironhide, Jubilee, Syaoran, Claudio [Closed but Claudio can join in if he wants, since he witnessed a scene earlier]
When: Early afternoon
Where: Stadium
Summary: Ironhide arrives to the City.
Warnings: Ironhide's cannons!? none (For now)

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[heavyweaponsbot]

His cannons were powered down, and he'd slumped slightly where he'd stood. Only so long his battered systems could hold up under the abuse and strain without a decent rest. Taking a missile strike to the chest, flying on a plane, being sucked to who knew where...

... seeing the last hope for your leader's revival being wiped out in one lucky shot... It took its toll.

He eyed the female, wondering if she'd calmed down yet. Why she'd suddenly gotten so frightened, he didn't know. He hadn't even been trying to scare anyone.

"You going to panic again?" he asked her, bluntly.

[thelittlestbub]

Jubilee snorted, crossing her arms over her chest. He wasn't the first big dude to try to intimidate her. Now that she knew he wasn't a Sentinel, she totally wasn't intimidated.

"No." She admitted grudgingly. She sighed. "You look like you're about to fall down, and excuse me, but I don't want ya falling on me. So, why don't you get down, and I'll see if I can help you?" Jubilee asked.

"I'm not a mechanic." She cautioned him again. "But if you can help me, I'm not totally ignorant." Jubilee said.

[kase_ni]

Syaoran heard the talking voices, one of them was familiar--he knew it was that person he talked to earlier, so he walked onwards towards the source of the conversation. He blinked his eyes a few times when he couldn't see anyone at first. Little did he know he was standing right behind that massive Autobot.

He blinked his eyes again in faint confusion, he finally saw the first owner of one of the voices--that lady, but... who is she talking to? There was no one else around... At least, he can't seem to find the man's location.

"Ah... um... Excuse me!" he called out to Jubilee at first.

[heavyweaponsbot]

He grunted affirmative. Recharge would be preferable, but there was too much to figure out before he could really rest. He knelt, instead, putting a hand to the ground to brace himself.

"Do you have equipment capable of working with high-grade armor?" he wanted to know. Really, he would have preferred Ratchet. The medic was the only one who had seen to his injuries for centuries. It built comfortable familiarity. "Are you strong enough to shove my components around?"

A new voice chimed in, and he swung his big head around to face the newcomer. He said nothing, simply stared, in lieu of a real question.