Post by Ironhide on Oct 19, 2011 5:35:15 GMT -5
Ironhide seemed to grumble and grunt softly to himself as he finished his final adjustments to his arm canon, then fired one more volley at the targets, obliterating them. He nodded then and unconsciously reached to his side as if to drape his arm around someone next to him, but his hand caught only air and he vented a sigh, letting his arm drop back to his side. He was on edge, knowing one he cared for so much was out of reach and very much in danger, though there wasn't anything he could do about it for now. He finally just shook his head and vented again, turning to leave when he spotted Wheeljack approaching with someone cradled in his arms. "Hmf..." he grunted and brought his hands to his hips as he regarded the pair thoughtfully. "Aight, so who's this then?" he asked as he looked the red headed female over, noting the brace on her leg curiously, but didn't say anything.
Wheeljack could only chuckle sheepishly and looked at Ironhide. "Ironhide, this is Victoria. I kinda ran into... well, actually, almost ran over her in Louisianna. She hurt her leg and I brought her here to take care of her til her leg healed since it was kinda my fault she got hurt." He looked at Vic then. "Vic, meet Ironhide, Autobot Weapons Specialist, Combat Instructor, Team Leader, n resident grump, next to Ratchet." he chuckled with the good natured tease.
Ironhide merely snorted at the tease. "Slaggin' medic's more a rusty ole grouch than I am." he retorted, which seemed to make Wheeljack snicker as if the statement only served to prove his point. "So, ya tried ta run 'er over then huh? Thought ya liked humans 'Jack." The comment cut Wheeljack's snicker short as he tried to hide the pained look in his optics at memories that still haunted him and gnawed at his Spark, a secret he kept to himself. "Nice ta meetcha though. He's a good bot, lil off in the processor sometimes, likes blowin' things ta slag every now n then, includin' 'imself n his lab. Many times Ratchet's put his aft t'gether, he prolly knows Wheeljack's parts better'n Wheeljack does." he remarked, prompting an indignant huff from Wheeljack. "Hey, now! I'll have you know I ain't blown anything up in years!" he retorted defensively, which only made Ironhide smirk. "Then yer bout due fer one, aincha?" he prodded with an even broader smirk. "Oh shut it, ya old rust bucket." Wheeljack groused in response. Ironhide just laughed, and despite the ribbing, Wheeljack did start to smile a bit, in spite of himself. The almost brotherly camaraderie between them spoke of a very long friendship between them, enough that neither took the other's teasing seriously, it was simply the way they greeted each other.
Wheeljack could only chuckle sheepishly and looked at Ironhide. "Ironhide, this is Victoria. I kinda ran into... well, actually, almost ran over her in Louisianna. She hurt her leg and I brought her here to take care of her til her leg healed since it was kinda my fault she got hurt." He looked at Vic then. "Vic, meet Ironhide, Autobot Weapons Specialist, Combat Instructor, Team Leader, n resident grump, next to Ratchet." he chuckled with the good natured tease.
Ironhide merely snorted at the tease. "Slaggin' medic's more a rusty ole grouch than I am." he retorted, which seemed to make Wheeljack snicker as if the statement only served to prove his point. "So, ya tried ta run 'er over then huh? Thought ya liked humans 'Jack." The comment cut Wheeljack's snicker short as he tried to hide the pained look in his optics at memories that still haunted him and gnawed at his Spark, a secret he kept to himself. "Nice ta meetcha though. He's a good bot, lil off in the processor sometimes, likes blowin' things ta slag every now n then, includin' 'imself n his lab. Many times Ratchet's put his aft t'gether, he prolly knows Wheeljack's parts better'n Wheeljack does." he remarked, prompting an indignant huff from Wheeljack. "Hey, now! I'll have you know I ain't blown anything up in years!" he retorted defensively, which only made Ironhide smirk. "Then yer bout due fer one, aincha?" he prodded with an even broader smirk. "Oh shut it, ya old rust bucket." Wheeljack groused in response. Ironhide just laughed, and despite the ribbing, Wheeljack did start to smile a bit, in spite of himself. The almost brotherly camaraderie between them spoke of a very long friendship between them, enough that neither took the other's teasing seriously, it was simply the way they greeted each other.