Armada 'verse. Team headquarters in Cyber City. Morale building exercise

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Ironhide appears in the room where he and his sister have been taking their recharge since they arrived here, and looks around carefully to make sure that he's reached the right place this time. He'd intended a quick trip to the Nexus, just to see if he couldn't catch some word of Bumblebee. But instead he'd wound up in another, smaller nexus lined with lockers and littered with human clothing. One of the rooms of this place had been stacked to the ceiling with energon.

There was blue energon there. There was green.

Ironhide's arms are full, and he walks carefully as he goes to the empty common room and arranges his armload neatly on the table before vanishing and reappearing with more. This also arranged to his liking, he grabs a cube of the green and walks out the front door to trade for the last thing that every perfect drinking party needs. It takes a little while to find a mech who has what he wants, but if he still had emotions Ironhide would be very pleased as he returns to the laden table with packets of various-coloured minerals in one hand. He hasn't had this much energon additives since before he'd first left his native Cybertron. And the person he'd traded them from seemed to think they were paint pigments!

Rumbling, he settles down and mixes careful doses of several different powders into a cube of blue, then sips appreciatively as he waits for some of his new teammates to show up.

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"I meant that literally." Ironhide moves the packets where the others can reach them, then returns his elbow to the table and his focus to the cube in his hand.

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"And I got the full-system upgrade the same time as the other Minicons." Stormcloud's confident, and just maybe out to prove a point. He picks over the packets, finally settling on one of the dangerous five (the dullest to look at, which he decides is hardest) and another reddish-yellow mineral. Despite the care he appears to take in choosing it, it's basically chosen at random.

He looks up at the black Autobot, a challenge underlying his mocking tone as he asks, "You think I can't hold a bit of fuel?"

Waterlog gives a rough chuckle but otherwise says nothing, tapping the coil of his fuel line against his cube absently as he watches. Whatever else he thinks of Stormcloud's decision, he knows what his role is if anyone's head in the next few hours.