12th Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

I tire of this ship, its crew, and its... holidays. I have no use for these toys. What is the meaning of this?

And is there nowhere I can have a proper spar? Settle for the bees again, if nothing else...

Hmnf.

[The comm clicks off. If anyone is so inclined, the weapons master can be found down in the caves, brooding, and occasionally slamming a fist or two into the walls.

As for his squeaky whale, it has been deposited safely in front of a certain medical officer's door without so much as a word on the subject.]

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[prime-huntress.livejournal.com]

I will fight you Ironhide. Where?

[heavyweaponsbot]

I do not care.

[prime-huntress.livejournal.com]

The field of flowers then? Nothing around to get in the way, relatively even footing, no where to hide.

[Excellent. She was beginning to worry she was getting rusty.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

I do not care where. Fine.

[He is more subdued than usual.]

[prime-huntress.livejournal.com]

Meet me there then.

[She would leave her room and make her way straight to the floor with the field of flowers. They were beautiful, but they reminded her of a time she would rather not dwell on.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Fine.

[He hauls himself up out of the caves... and stomps his way out to the field.]

[prime-huntress.livejournal.com]

Ironhide I presume? Or are you Ratchet, come to stop us?

[Samus was wearing her bodysuit; she had found some other clothes to wear, but this would suit combat the best. She stood six-foot three-inches, but was still just a human; much to her frustration, she couldn't use her suit here.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He actually twitches a little at that name. All eight feet and five tons of him. Panels flick, and he rolls his shoulders.]

The medic is not here, female.

[prime-huntress.livejournal.com]

I have a name. I do not call you "robot" or "android".

[Her eyes trace over his body. Very interesting; many of his panels seemed superfluous, nothing like the androids she had seen where she was from.]

As she looked him over, she sized him up. He had nine inches on her, and he was made of metal, but she had yet to see just how strong he was. She was much stronger than she looked. She wondered what kind of metal he was made of. She was confident she was faster than him, though.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Hmnf. I know.

[But that doesn't mean he'll acknowledge it. He can be a jerk like that.

He straightens, settling his armor back into place. He's surprised people before. They usually tend to think he's just a tank. Which he is, but... Either way, he'll set himself, and wait.]

[prime-huntress.livejournal.com]

How do you do this? Your people I mean. Half strength? Avoid the vitals ... because I am not sure where yours are.

[She wriggled her fingers and then set them into fists.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He shrugs. It depends on the kind of combat - friendly sparring, training... He's not sure where this falls.]

You could not reach my vital systems if you tried.

[Of course, he'd try not to pound her flat. Optimus had said they were not to harm the humans...]

[prime-huntress.livejournal.com]

Good. Then I have nothing to worry about.

[He didn't seem to be fully into this; that meant he wouldn't make the first strike willingly. She'd have to provoke it. Sliding her right leg back, she bent low and then dashed forwards, towards the robot. Her intent is not to strike; she's hoping for a counterattack from him, which she is focused on dodging.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Oncoming rush. If he moved, she'd correct. If he blocked, she'd alter course. He braced himself, planting heavy feet apart, and waited for the impact.]

[prime-huntress.livejournal.com]

[Damn; alright, he wasn't as dumb as she had hoped. So she jumped and thrust her feet out in front of her, using the momentum of her charge to carry her forward. If he was able to just eat the kick, she'd try to jump off of him and away.]

(OOC: Samus is far stronger than a human. I was checking the comic, and she can easily jump thirty or forty feet into the air; jumping requires strength. All of her punches in the comic were in her suit, so that can't really be used. I'm quite certain that Ironhide is stronger than her, but she should be able to take her hits if she moves with them.)

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Millenia of battle tended to harden reflexes--and instincts. He saw her tense to spring, and pivoted, swinging half out of her way. In the same motion, he brought his hand down--open fisted--on the spot he assumed she'd pass by in her leap.]

[prime-huntress.livejournal.com]

[She wasn't in her suit, there was no way to change her momentum now that she was already in the air without boosters. Cursing her luck and his skill, she took his palm straight to the abdomen. Hitting her wasn't like hitting ordinary flesh and bone; she didn't squish as much, her muscles seemed firmer and her bones stronger. The blow knocked the wind out of her, eliciting a grunt and a stifled cry of pain, but she managed the strength to wrap one arm around his to hold firm; she'd then strike with her fist at his elbow joint, hoping to find some mechanism.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He tried to pull the blow as best he could. She was still human, after all, despite the oddities of her construction. And as angry as he was at the world in general, he was not harming a human. Her little--granted, he was smaller too, but by comparison, he was still large--fists pummeled at one of his joints, and he grunted, holding his arm up, raising her off the ground.]

...

Perhaps... this was a bad plan.

[prime-huntress.livejournal.com]

[She flashes a grin.]

You should not alert your opponent when her plan is ill conceived.

[Then she tightens her grip with her arms and hands, releasing her legs from around his upper arm. Snapping out with her powerful legs, she kicks repeatedly for his chest and side. His armor seemed resilient enough to take her blows, but maybe she could still earn his respect.]

[This was hardly a fair fight, she thought. Even though his armor is like a skin, he was with his and she was without hers.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

It is only fair.

[He shakes his arm, a few times, wondering idly if he can discourage further brawling. He has no intention of harming the female... and half-fears he will if this goes on.

Of course, all that goes out of his processor when her strikes impact the chest wound. Normally, his armor would have held, shrugging off the blows. But this injury... he jerks, pain receptors firing wildly, and staggers with a pained grunt.]

[prime-huntress.livejournal.com]

[And there it was. Like many enemies she fought before, they all had a weak point. More so, their protections needed to be disabled first. But this wasn't an enemy she was trying to disable or kill, it was supposed to be a friendly spar. She quit kicking and dropped from his arm.]

This would be more fair if I had my armor.