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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Ironhide pours some of the soother into one of the stone cups and sets it on the side of the table nearest Oceanglide, then decides that the rest of the batch will do for both his sister and for Cliffjumper.

"Good." It's meant to be a question as he lifts his Chromia and looks at Armorhide over it's flashes and bangs.

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"I'll say." Armorhide grins and keeps drinking. "It's not quite what I used to drink-"

"You mean it's not fossilised?" Nightscream butts in, from where he's helping himself to singer.

Armorhide blinks at him, then snerks. "Unless you're some special case, you're no younger than I am. We're all the same age, dolt."

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"What needs adjusting?" Ironhide blinks as his own drinks blows up in his face, then absently pats the cube as he once patted the lady it's named for.

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"Hard to say." Armorhide winks. "I need to conduct further tests."

Oceanglide jerks and turns at the explosion, then shakes his head as Waterlog chuckles at him. He exchanges a few more words with his crew, then returns to pick up the waiting drink.