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Characters: @ironhide, Open Location: The Great Plains, US Content Warnings: TBD Plot Summary: Ironhide finally arrives on Earth after being stuck in a pod for much too long
The pod broke through the upper atmosphere with a boom, streaking down toward the planet's surface in a ball of hot metal and smoke. It was already too hot for comfort, and, if he was judging the gravity correctly, there was going to be a hard impact soon. For the millionth time since the beginning of the war, Ironhide thanked Primus for his heavy armor and sturdy frame. If anyone could take the incoming hit, it would be this old bot.
Sure enough, the pod slammed into the ground with a second, louder BOOM that set the ground quaking. The bot within groaned, rattled by the impact, and paused for a moment to regain his bearings. Then, more than eager to finally get out of this thrice-damned contraption, he raised his plasma canon and fired it at the hatch. The door's integrity had already been compromised upon entering the heat of the atmosphere, and the point blank shot sent it flying off, spiraling into the distance and striking the ground with a dull thud.
A moment later, red-painted fingers gripped the edge of the entrance, despite the heated nature of the metal, and Ironhide hauled himself out.
As soon as he stood upright, his back strut made an unpleasant creaking sound. The lingering effects of being trapped in a confined space for so long doing its work on his body.
Slaggit. I'd better be seein' a medic for a tune-up soon...he thought grouchily.
Blue optics scanned the open plains as he rested a servo against his back, hoping to work out the crick. His scanners weren't picking up anything. He was alone in the middle of a strange, organic planet.
Great.
The warrior opened his comms on the usual Autobot frequencies, keeping an eye out for any enemies who may have picked up on his entry.
::This is Ironhide,:: he said without preamble, ::Come in, Autobot base.::
There was no way in the Pit Optimus was rolling about on this planet without some sort of base of operations. It would be foolish. Hopefully, he'd get a reply soon. He'd rather not be left to his own devices for too long.
There weren't many ways her week could get any better, but somehow it managed. Chromia had actually managed to find her Amica Endura alive on Earth after all this time; she couldn't have possibly been any happier. Then she heard a long-wave transmission bearing a few Autobot markings.
::This is Ironhide,::
::Come in, Autobot base.::
Nope, her week was getting even better. Against all luck and probability, her Conjunx happened to be in the planetary neighborhood as well. Chromia assumed it was all an excess of good karma that Primus owed her due to for waiting for Windblade for so long. Ironhide's transmission was coming straight from the middle of whatever continent she'd found Windblade on, and she wasn't that far away. Chromia pulled a sharp u-turn on her way to the Autobot's main base, making a mad dash towards her Conjunx's location.
The sight of a supercar speeding down the country roads at this hour was quite a sight, and a sound, since Chromia was fairly certain her engine had woken up the livestock at whatever farm she passed. It had taken her around an hour and a half to reach his position at her top speed, but the Camien felt no exhaustion on the trip. She'd been feeling exceptionally well after feeling Windblade's spark again, actually.
She could see it now, the gunmetal gray pod sitting in the middle of a field like an ink blot on a canvas. Ironhide. Chromia was either going to hug him until he suffocated, or get into a punching match with him; she could even do both, given her mood.
As Chromia closed the distance between her and Ironhide, accelerated. The supercar transformed and led herself into a jumping flip with the intent to land smack dab in front of the big red Autobot. She was never one to drive or fight flashy, but then again she had to make an exception for her Conjunx; not to mention she probably wasn't his first idea of a rescue party.
"Hey there tough stuff~" she chimed once at full height, lips curled in a coy smile.
There had been no immediate response, so, Ironhide had settled down. He was no stranger to waiting, and there were any number of reasons that there had been no immediate response. Decepticon interference, faulty comms, unwillingness to risk exposure...besides, if they were traveling over land, it would take some time to travel. So, after ten or so minutes from the time his original transmission was sent, he'd set down to wait.
Dusk gave way to night, and the fires of his entry died down to a dull smolder on the pod's surface. The old warrior paid them no mind, focusing on the maintenance of his weaponry. If he was ambushed while out here, he was gonna give them a hell of a fight.
An hour and a half later, he perked up, audials picking up the sound of an engine. Autobot? The all-too-familiar signal confirmed it. Ironhide rose to his feet, a smile crossing his grizzled faceplates.
"I'll be damned..." he muttered as she neared.
They'd been separated for so long, unsure of their next meeting. His spark practically sang in his chest as she approached. To think that his Conjunx had been on this backwater planet at the same time...
Primus was smiling on him today.
He watched as she flipped out of her transformation, smile widening with the realization that she was showing off for him. His hands rested on his hips as his optics tracked her. She landed in front of him, all strong figure and coy smile and flirtatious tone.
"Well, well, it's gotta be my lucky day," he rumbled, falling easily into the pattern of interacting with her, "Landin' on this planet and bein' greeted by the prettiest sight in this whole, damned universe. Reminds me of how lucky I am to have survived this long..."
He stepped forward, closing to a more intimate distance.
"How ya doin'? I missed you handin' my aft to me in sparrin',"
Chromia took the opportunity to close the distance between them as well, coming so close that she could lean on him if she wished. She folded her arms together, smirk still visible, listening to her Conjunx sing her praises. "There's more to it than luck, you've always got me to watch your back too, remember?"
Her gaze softened as Ironhide vocalized his very special way of expressing how much he missed her. Chromia closed her eyes as she leaned forward to rest on his chest, fully expecting to have those big red Decepticon-punching arms wrapped around her in a moment. "I've been good; better, since I found Windblade, alive and in one piece." She paused to tilt her head up to tease him a bit more, "Seeing you is a nice plus, too."
She chuckled lightly, "Good, I've missed handing it to you, too."
Chromia let a few nice and quiet moments pass nestled up against Ironhide before she spoke again, "Here for business, I assume?"
As soon as she was near enough, Ironhide encircled her with his arms, pulling her against his frame in a comfortable embrace. The old warrior's optics were soft as he regarded his Conjunx, a rarity with anybot else. He chuckled fondly, letting his forehelm press to hers in a brief show of affection.
"How could I forget? Without you, I'd be rustin' away right now..."
He listened as she told him of her recent doings, his expression attentive and relaxed in equal parts. Her presence had immediately set him at ease. He was happy with her there.
"Good. Seems like you've had it pretty good, too, since comin' here," he grinned, "I'm sure you'll be gettin' your chance to have a go at me soon enough," he shuttered one optic in an obvious wink, "Ya won't hear me complainin' either. Ya know how I like to see ya in action."
He chuckled again and settled for a moment, just holding her. His fortunes must be turning for the better if they got to have a moment like this after so long.
"Mm, maybe," he rumbled in reply to her question, "I got separated from the other 'bots for a while there, stranded by myself...Optimus sent out a summons, though, and I followed it here," he shrugged, "Now, though, I figure even if he ain't here, I'll just stick with you."
They had gone their separate ways for a while, yes, each bound to duty. And they both understood and respected that. But, if his duty wasn't here, then his Conjunx would take the front seat until it was necessary for him to return.
Chromia gently purred along as Ironhide spoke, always happy to feel his spark alive and well. She wished they were both here on Earth for reasons other than business, but as fate would have it, that's exactly why they were there. There were still plenty of upsides to business trips, especially their kind. Busting Decepticons along side one another would forever be a high point between them.
"Windblade mentioned the Autobots had a few bases around here. Was on my way to check them out, until you called."
She paused, to consider her options. "Wanna hit the roads and catch up, then?"
Ironhide grinned widely. This crash just got better and better. It looked like they were both going to be on Earth for a time.
"We'll go check 'em out together. Or we can go back to wherever you're callin' home for the moment. If Optimus needs me, he'll comm. me. Otherwise, you ain't gettin' rid of me for a long while, sweetspark."
He shuttered an optic in a wink and gently disengaged their embrace.
"I can honestly say I'd like nothin' better than to go for a drive with you. Better get myself a fancy new altmode like yours too."
Despite knowing full well that there was at least one Autobot base on planet, Ironhide insisted on staying with his Conjunx, which in turn made Chromia's spark sing; play first, work later. Good. A coy smile stretched across her face, "Like you had a choice in the matter."
Chromia stepped back as well, taking in Ironhide's words. When she'd first landed on Earth, she simply picked the first car she liked as an alt-mode. It couldn't be that hard to find something that'd suit Ironhide's rugged tastes. "Well, we're out in the country, so I bet there's more than a few trucks driving around. You still like trucks, yeah?"
Ironhide chuckled. His spark pulsing comfortably again. Primus, he'd missed her. That quick tongue and tough attitude had been what caught his eye in the first place. Being back with her was like setting the world straight again.
"Ya plannin' on draggin' me along anyway? Figures."
He glanced around, allowing his sensors to flicker out, looking for potential enemies who may crash their reunion. Upon finding none, he turned his attention back to Chromia.
"'Course I like trucks, femme," he said, amused, "Ain't no way I'm squeezin' down into one of those sleek little cars," he paused, optics glowing almost mischievously, "Though, I can't say I mind watchin' the way you pull off those models. You make them look mighty fine."
He shifted forms, plating sliding and collapsing into his Cybertronian alt mode. The large truck-like vehicle gunned its engine in an obvious way to show off for his mate. ::Question is, though, ya sure ya can handle this mech in a nice new alt mode?::
Although the thought of Ironhide slipping into a thinner frame was somewhat appealing, Chromia would never get tired of seeing her Conjunx so large and in charge. She couldn't help but snicker at Hide's appreciation of her normally sleeker-by-comparison vehicle modes, even if she had to admit she couldn't quite pull off the motorcycle-look anymore. Chromia folded her arms and teasingly bumped her shoulder on Ironhide, "Oh stop..."
She transformed alongside him, creating the nicest little contrast of reds and blues. The Camien revved up her engine in response, "My engine's always burning for you, love." If Windblade were here, she'd have to kill her to make sure nobody but Ironhide knew this was how she really talked.
The sight of a cybertronian pickup truck speeding down the country roads at night was definitely going to be an odd one, odd enough that it might cause problems. But, compared to how she was presenting herself, the best case scenario would involve any passing humans to think they were simply just driving a new set of cars, instead of them being a pair of extraterrestrials.
Ironhide gave a rumbling chuckle in response to his conjunx's teasing. Neither of them embarrassed easily, which was likely a good thing, given some of the things said between them. The mirth was followed by an appreciative hum when he got a closer look at her altmode. Very nice. He especially liked the red accents. Maybe he'd throw in a little blue to compliment her...
They set off rolling, Ironhide moving in the direction from which she'd come. He mentally marked his crash location so that they could return for the pod before it drew too much attention.
"Tell me about this planet," he said, tone curious, "What kind of place have we landed ourselves on?"
According to his readings, they would near a native settlement soon. Perhaps they would have a suitable altmode for hims there...
Chromia was hardly the Earth expert of the pair, having only arrived roughly a week earlier. Most of what she'd learned had come straight from Windblade, so she had to assume some of the less than savory details were glossed over by default.She loved Windblade dearly, but she had a tendency to be a tad too optimistic for Chromia's tastes.
"Just another temperate continental world, I guess. The humans are a lot like you Cybertronians, though. They love waging wars against each other and they have an exquisite taste in vehicles."
There was one other tidbit of information she recalled Windblade telling her, an important one at that. Then, it hit her, "Oh... and they're small, and filled with organs and bones. I've been told to try not to step on them."
Ironhide gave a rumbling hum in response to what she told him about this world. Completely organic in nature, but with nice vehicles? An uncommon combination. Especially with such fragile inhabitants. Tiny and filled with organs and bones? They were...squishy, then. He'd never seen a creature quite like that. Bringing the war here couldn't be good for them.
"Huh. Weird little things, ain't they?"
One of the 'human' settlements loomed ahead. He cut off his headlights, creeping up the road toward the small stead of buildings. A few organic life signs, but no danger.
"I'll check here, see if they got anything that'll work."
A hulking black shape in the night, Ironhide rolled up the path near one of the buildings, quickly locating the vehicles parked outside. He was in luck. Three trucks sat side by side. One was an old, rusted thing that he immediately dismissed. But, the others...big things with a lot of mass. Covered in organic muck, but suitable for his purposes. He chose the biggest and scanned it. Then, with the tell-tale shifting of plates and gears, he assumed his new form.
He took a moment to settle before rolling back the way he'd come.
"Yer right, Chromia. They got some decent taste."
He returned to the road, sitting higher than he had in his Cybertronian form.
Chromia's optics stuck themselves to Ironhide's new form. Bigger was better, after all; that'd been her justification for why she was no longer a sleek blue motorcycle anymore as well. She pulled away with her Conjunx in tow once again, "Bulking up, are we big red? It suits 'ya."
The sight of a high performance Swedish sports car rolling alongside GMC truck had to be one of the stranger sights around at this hour, but Chromia happened to like the contrast. Sleek and fast coupled with big and loud, a perfect metaphor for their relationship if ever one existed. Without warning, Chromia veered off into an open clearing off the side of a corn field, transforming once she was out of sight of the road itself.
"Alright, I can't wait," she admitted. "I need to see that new and improved Ironhide already." Technically, she was looking at the new and improved 'Hide, but Chromia wanted the whole shank.
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