heavyweaponsbot | 13th Transmission

[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.]

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

[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.

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[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.]

[He finds himself being pushed back, but as soon as one hoof hits the back wall, he braces himself, and pushes back. His legs grind as he starts pushing his mass-shifting into the effort as well. The other hit lands, denting in the metal with a sharp squeal. His inner wiring shifts to compensate and to keep from being crushed.]

[He leans his whole weight behind his arm. His armor is heavier--he is heavier. He'll break every joint in Shockwave's body if he has to, to keep him down.

But he shifts, reaching his free hand up to grasp at the other's "neck". It might not be the same as in humans, but there has to be something sensitive in there to damage by crushing.]

[All he has to do is hold him off. Just a little while. Just long enough, he hopes. He coils his wiring, shunting it as far as he can into his legs and arms, to give himself a little more push.

He tries to jerk his head and neck back, starting to pull up the battle plating he normally leaves down. He does have a lot of sensitive wiring and cables and tubing in there; he'd drop like a stone if some of those were crushed.]

[The grasping hand twists aside, and he rams his elbow at the other's neck instead. If he can't crush it, maybe he can snap it instead.

He digs his heels in. shoving Shockwave forward as hard as he can.]

Traitor...!

[The plating has only slid halfway up with the elbow connects, denting the metal inward and forcing him to stop the cycle before it shreds the motor wires in his neck.

His back finally hits the wall, elliciting a pained noise from the slimmer mech.]

So are you...!

[... Wrong thing to say.

Snarling, he lunges forward the rest of the way, pressing him harder against the wall, turning his free arm to really grasp the other's neck. Not to break it, but to hoist him upward, and slam his back repeatedly into the wall.]

I am no traitor!

[She's out of her room and sprinting down the hallways, skidding around people and shoving them out of her way as she runs. The second she heard that comm she was off like a shot. She just hopes that she'll get there in time. It'll take her a minute to get there, though. Different floors and all. Hopefully the beatings ~~will~~ won't get to bad in the meantime. Run Mikaela, run!]

[He's being slammed repeatedly into the wall, armor denting and warnings scrolling along his HUD... and the only thing he can think of is how undignified this is. Shockwave finally releases Ironhide's hand... only to start pulling at the armor plates around the other's wrist that's got him by the neck.]

Edited 2009-11-23 15:20 (UTC)

[When Shockwave releases his hand, it's an opportunity. He takes it, and stops ramming the other into the wall long enough to aim a blow at his chest again. That symbol...

By now he's so angry, little else is registering. How dare Shockwave call him that. He will pay for it. Pay for everything his kind have done.]

[She's flying up the stairs and by the time she bursts into Shockwave's room and skids to a halt, nearly slamming into a chair she's gasping. She's practically doubled over in an attempt to just breathe right now, but the sight before her makes her forget anything that might be wrong with her because oh my GOD Ironhide is pummeling the crap out of Shockwave and it's her fault, this is HER FAULT and she doesn't know how to stop it. She doubts yelling is going to get his attention but there's little else to do besides either shriek or just GET IN THE WAY but that looks practically impossible.]

IRONHIDE! Stop! Stop it now!

Edited 2009-11-23 23:09 (UTC)

[He's rattled by the continual impacts, so it's a bit of surprise for him when it stops... and then something hammers against his chest plating. That armor is more reinforced, by virtue of its placement, but he can feel the metal start to dent. His mass-shifting automatically kicks in, pushing wiring from his midsection up to pad his chassis.

Shockwave himself registers Mikaela's shout, but he's in no position to acknowledge it. He redoubles his effort with Ironhide's wrist plating, hooking claws into any cracks he can find, trying to pry loose at least one section and start ripping wiring out.]

[He snarls in response to the claws in his arm. If he still possessed his cannons, there would be far more sensitive wiring in the limb than there was now. Pain receptors are shut off, harshly. He wants no distractions from this, even as a piece of internal mechanism clangs to the floor.

He strikes at him again, aiming for the same spot, drawing his arm back even further for maximum impact. Mikaela might as well not exist. Had Shockwave not ventured into dangerous territory, things would have been different. But he did... and he will not get away unscathed.]

[Ironhide isn't listening, he's not responding to her shrieks at all and she doesn't know what to do. She tugs on her hair in a panic, looking around Shockwave's room wildly for something to get Ironhide's attention, anything. She catches sight of a chair and she heaves it up and whirls, closing her eyes and smashes it as hard as she can into Ironhide's hip, the whole while whimpering an apology to him.]

[A proximity warning flares on his vision before the next punch to his chest, which is quickly replaced by a pulsing, red warning that he hasn't seen in a long time - extensive chassis damage, spark chamber damage possible. He continues tearing into Ironhide's wrist. Hydraulics, motor function wiring, whatever might make that hand release.

... Wait was that part of a chair he just saw?]

[His hand jerks, despite the pain being blocked, the damage is making it difficult to hold on. The grip on Shockwave's neck slackens, and he pulls back for one last hit before he's forced to let go--

--and there's suddenly a crunch of something breaking, and it's not the Decepticon. A stabbing pain in his already damaged hip, accompanied by flashing warnings and auto-diagnostics tells him it's out of commission. Again. He sags sideways, the leg crumpling under him, and releasing his enemy.]

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