H2OH2OH2O8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rust, apparently, was the bane of Ironhides existence. Everyone who met him was quick to discover that the trigger-happy old warrior had issues with any substance that even looked remotely like oxidized metal. Technical Sergeant Epps was no exception.
It was a normal day for the human as he walked into the secluded and low key aircraft hanger. It was even normal to hear the insistent arguments between two giant and colorful robots sitting across from one another at a similarly giant table. Ironhide was, of course, grousing about the potential for metal deterioration and the constant threat of fluids in systems that needed no such liquids. Ratchet, on the other hand, looked more put off at the idea of arguing over this -again- and was constantly prattling off the nearly rehearsed lines of his counterargument. It was like a play that never ended. Today, however, something caught the Sergean