34th Transmission / Log

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Careful observers of transmissions may have noticed an absence of a big, black presence. Especially where one Mikaela Banes was concerned. In fact, he hasn't made a peep since he and Ratchet went to investigate the restaurants.

He is, however, making amends for it now. Crashing his way down the decks and hallways, attacking nearly anything that moves, leaving a wake of destruction in his path... With a large smear of neon paint on one fist...

Said careful observers may also notice the bit of jewel--hard to distinguish amidst the scars and bits of metal he's made of--set into the semi-circular piece on his helm.

Approach?]

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[jazzingitup.livejournal.com]

[Those couple punches form Ironhide HURT and Jazz could feel some of his chestplates almost cracking from the stress.

He didn't even pause when Ironhide rolls off him, just followed up his punch with a knee to the chest, then another punch towards the red jewel. ]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[The knee hurts the most, what with his chest being damaged from the fight in Egypt. He hisses like a wounded animal, before launching himself at the other again, his fists flying for the chest plates.

There's only a burning rage in his optics, no recognition. He fully intends to kill.

The hit to the face rearranges a few panels, but doesn't otherwise rattle the implant. It's heavily rooted into him.]

[jazzingitup.livejournal.com]

[Jazz himself was still reeling a bit from the hits to his chest and his attempts at blocking or dodging the blows to his chest didn't work very well. One strike from Ironhide finally connects solidly against Jazz's chest and he was smashed against the wall, leaving a dent and Jazz doubling over from the pain, nearly blacking out because of it.]

I.ironhide.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He stands over the other, his expression... annoyed? Difficult to say. He snorts, nudging the fallen Autobot with a not-so-gentle foot.]

Pathetic! Waste of metal! Megatron's leftovers.

[This is not worth his time. This is not worth killing. He turns away, limping back down the hall, every step rigid with anger. Is there nothing on this boat that can stand against him? The medic fell so quickly... and now this. Pitiful.]