The clatter of body armor and weaponry was almost unheard over the deafening roar of the engine of the Autobot the soldiers rode upon. Ironhide didn't mind being used for transport, after all. He was the largest, most open-bodied of the bots that were not kept for more severe situations Optimus, during these sorts of missions, was usually resigned to a transport aircraft high above whatever city they were heading to.
Nearest to the cab rode Major Will Lennox, his hand always resting in the same spot against the big black truck's frame. For the both of them, it was a sign of the friendship they shared... one most humans would never have the opportunity to experience. Smell 'im yet, Ironhide? he questioned. We're getting' restless back here.
Ironhide snorted a response through the smokestacks at his sides, giving his huge body a shake so much like the big bloodhound Sgt. Robert Epps had nicknamed him that the other soldiers gave a ripple of chuckles. Most of them had been on the receiving end of that response at one point or another, when they'd climbed into the bed before Ironhide was ready or hit a particularly ticklish spot helping wash off his truck form from a particularly dirty mission. I'll tell you when I smell 'im. Impatient today?
Just makin' sure you're still paying attention, big guy, Lennox replied with a grin, patting the truck lightly. We're all relying on that super olfactory of yours.
Another snort from the truck. Well, then, you'll just have to be patient, won't you?
Guess I ought to be.
Epps rolled his eyes, an action which did not go unnoticed by the rest of the crew, but most of them kept their mouths shut.
The crew fell silent once again, listening to the planes overhead and the roar of Ironhide's engine until all at once, the Autobot drew to an abrupt, sudden stop. He was muttering something in a language the others did not understand, but Lennox was already starting to grin. These rumblings had made him curious early in their alliance with the alien robots, and he had queried Ironhide on their meanings. The result was him picking up more than his fair share of Cybertronian, and while he could not speak it there were electronic complexities the human vocal capacity just could not replicate he was quite capable of understanding quite a bit of it.
The result was that he always knew when Ironhide was cussing about something he didn't want anyone else to know about. That usually meant they'd found the target. Without needing any sort of go-ahead from their alien partner, Lennox stood, staying somewhat ducked down as he motioned for the team to exit the truck. Scramble, guys. We're at ground zero.
No one really questioned his inside knowledge of the situation, and Ironhide fell silent and still as the soldiers climbed out. Once everyone was free of his frame, he shifted and transformed, one foot falling right next to Lennox as he knelt. It's Shockwave, he reported, optics narrowed. He's a bad one.
Sort of figured by your reaction, Lennox teased. Ironhide snorted and muttered another string of unpleasant words in Cybertronian as the young soldier tried very hard not to laugh. Ouch, big guy. You kiss your mother with that mouth?
He didn't miss the half-smile of response when Ironhide looked down at him. No, but I kiss yours.
Lennox nearly laughed, and would've if the situation around him hadn't been so volatile. Someone had been hanging around Epps too much, picking up yo' momma style jokes. Epps himself was giving them a dry look, trying his best not to seem amused. Hey, if you ladies are done flirting, we've got a job to do, remember?
The robotic truck gave another snort, but Lennox just let his expression drift to more neutral, patting a bar on Ironhide's ankle before he moved forward to get his team prepped. Okay, boys. Let's bring the rain.