13th Transmission

[heavyweaponsbot]

[The communicators practically vibrate with the shout.]

WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS! SHOW YOURSELF!

ANSWER ME! I SHALL TEAR YOU APART FOR WHAT YOU DID!

Decepticons...! Who was it!



((ooc: Someone heard Mikaela was killed. He is not happy.))

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[heavyweaponsbot]

[There's a moment's pause before he snarls back into the comm.]

You...

You were hiding something from me...

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

And what was I hiding from you?

[heavyweaponsbot]

...

I think I shall investigate.

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

Investigate how?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Open your door.

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

And if I refuse?

[He starts crowding his bee into the bathroom; no ponybee punching for Ironhide today.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

I doubt you have a choice.

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

... So it has come to this, has it?

[heavyweaponsbot]

Open the door.

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

[He sighs, considering just... not opening the door. Ever. But Blitzwing is right next door. He carefully opens a compartment and stashes his comm, leaving the connection open and unlocked.

Then, he opens the door.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He doesn't say a word, and, much like Blurr did, he swings a fist straight at Shockwave's "face".]

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

[Luckily, he was waiting for it this time; he's been waiting for this for a while now. He jerks to the side and ducks to get out of range.]

Physical violence is a poor method of interrogation, you know.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He says nothing, just swings his other hand in low, as Shockwave ducks to the side--hoping to take him by surprise. He no longer cares for words, especially Shockwave's.]

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

[It's been a long time since he's been in true combat, just like he told Ratchet. But his evasion subroutines are still functioning perfectly well, and that's precisely what he intends to do. He shifts again on his pedes, twisting to minimize the area - and thus the damage - when Ironhide's punch glances along the side of his chassis. His armor groans ominously and he dances out of the way.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He follows, pressing the attack. When Shockwave moves, he shifts to block him, moving to herd him into a corner. He's blocking the door, so unless Shockwave can go through him...

But the creaking armor catches his attention. He strikes out with one fist, pulling the punch at the last moment, before driving the other in low.]

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

[This isn't the most advantageous place to get sucked into a brawl that he wasn't really looking forward to and he knows it. He tries to find an opening to get around him, under him... something.

He twists to the side again to avoid the first punch - a feint, he belatedly realizes, and the other punch catches him in the more flexible armor around his midsection, crumpling it. He groans in pain, hissing out something in a pidgin of Cybertronian dialects from his world.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Shockwave is presenting no challenge. He's almost ashamed to call him a Decepticon, after this. But he is, and he hurt her. She ran to him anyway... He's a Decepticon and this is what he has to do. As much as Bumblebee had to kill Rampage for threatening his charge, take down Barricade...

He presses the attack, moving forward in a quick lunge. If he can press Shockwave against the wall, this is over--he thinks. He aims another blow for that disgusting symbol on the other's chest.]

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

[He knows the Autobot's rage is misdirected, but he'd given up on reasoning with him. Now all that was left was to weather this. Make certain everyone knew that he wasn't the aggressor in this. Shockwave supposed there was some reason he might deserve this. He still hadn't figured out why though.

He twitches backward, but sees that blow coming. Rather than trying to evade it, however, he grabs onto the fist with both servos, digging his claws in.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He is an extraordinarily possessive individual. And Shockwave has threatened what he's deemed his--if only in his subconscious processor systems. He does not care who overhears what he does. Let them know.

Even as Shockwave grips his hand, he presses forward, putting his weight into the swing. With both of Shockwave's arms occupied, he drives his other hand toward the Decepticon's already damaged midsection.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

...Ironhide! Don't!

[heavyweaponsbot]

Stand down.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

No!

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Not listening |D Punching Decepticons.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[GODAMMIT IRONHIDE]

IRONHIDE! STOP!

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Can't hear you~!]