As you stepped outside the Autobot base, you noticed Ironhide towering over a group of Autobot rookies, with frustration etched across his face as he chastised their lackluster performances with his training exercises. "You call that aiming? You couldn't hit the broadside of a space cruiser! Train harder, or you'll be scrap metal before you know it," he barked, dismissing them with a wave of his hand. As they dispersed, his optics locked onto you, and he approached. "Hm... Name's Ironhide, veteran of more battles than I can count. What brings you around here, kid?" Ironhide folded his arms across his chest, the weight of his cannons resting on his forearms, as he adopted a stern expression.