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]

[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...!

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

[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...!

[heavyweaponsbot]

[... 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!

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[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!]

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[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.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[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!

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[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.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[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.]

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

[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?]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[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.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She stands there, still dizzily holding onto the broken pieces of chair in her hands, surprised at the force with which she'd hit him. The blow had resonated up her arms and jarred her body, and the chair had splintered in her grip, and there might just be blood on her hands. She looks up at both of them wordlessly before dropping the remaining pieces with a crash.]

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

[A twitch! He's still tearing, moving fast, if he can just rip out a little more before that next punch connects...

... but suddenly he's dropping. He hits the ground on servos and knees, but rolls onto his back to get out of the way of Ironhide. Shockwave touches his heavily crumpled armor, tracing the now-dented brand on his chest. His intakes cycle roughly and there's a moment where he wonders if this is how Blurr felt when he'd skidding faceplate-first across the floor of the Space Bridge nexus. He's half-tempted to let out a breathless, near-hysterical laugh himself, after all. After a moment, he finally speaks.]

Mikaela. How nice to see you again.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He's sprawled on the ground, his leg crumpled up underneath him. It's starting to overload the downed pain receptors, he has difficulty shutting them down fast enough to keep up in the sensory overload. But he has to get up, he has to protect her... He starts hauling himself roughly up, leaning his weight entirely on the working limb, snarling at the downed Decepticon.]

Fight me! Stand up! On your feet!

[Mikaela's presence has not yet registered. He's still enraged.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

J-Jesus...[Her breathing is coming in short little gasps and she leans over, hands on her knees as she tries to steady her breathing and not cry. After a few short breaths, and then hearing Ironhide, she starts shouting.]

No! Stop! [She lunges forward and throws herself in front of the downed Shockwave.]

Ironhide, STOP! You're gonna kill him! Stop!

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

[He's disconnected himself from the situation after a few seconds, looking at it rationally. At least, as rationally as he can. Shockwave sees her lunge, listening.] ... I think that is the idea. [He rolls again, to pull himself to his pedes.]

I will not fight you, Ironhide.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

[Ratchet had debated about interfering with Ironhide's fight with Shockwave. He knew there was little he could say to deter him from his course - But he also knew the Weapons Master too well to think that he would simply yell at him then leave again.

So it was with the intention of patching the pair up and dragging a disgruntled comrade back to his quarters that he'd set out to Shockwave's quarters -

Only to hear Mikaela shrieking from within.

It would seem matters had... escalated. ]

Ironhide, stand down.

[ Well, this was a nice mess. ]

[heavyweaponsbot]

Traitor! Coward! Come at me! Come at me!

[He's shouting, scrabbling at the ground and doing his best to stand. Mikaela is screaming, and in this blind rage, he's decided the creature in front of him is responsible. He half-lunges across the floor toward Shockwave again, intending to finish this before he hurts the girl again.

But suddenly, Mikaela is there, and there's a familiar command being barked at him. He pulls up short, half on his feet, glowering behind him.

He hasn't quite stood down, but he's stopped.]

What.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She's shaking worse than after her death and she can't seem to stop. She stays firmly placed in front of Shockwave, backing up bit by bit until she bumps into him, feeling him behind her. She can't even speak right now, she doesn't trust herself too. She isn't terribly sure she can manage more than a squeak.]

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

[He looks down when she bumps into him, and offers his servo to help her up - after one last feat of mass-shifting, to switch to Longarm's blunted, five-digited hand. It's less threatening. He keeps his voice calm.]

I can handle this.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

That is enough.

[ His attention is on Ironhide moreso than the other two - Surely, they could take care of themselves.

He took a few steps forward, optics falling over the damage to his hip with an exasperated hiss from his intakes. That fragging hip would be the death of both of them. ]

You have made your point. Now stand down.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He sees him extend a hand to her, and nearly launches himself at the Decepticon again.]

Do not touch her! Get away from hi--

[But Ratchet's voice checks his lunge. He stops in place, shaking with the effort both of standing, and restraining himself. No further attacks are made. He simply stands there, tense and rigid.]

s-s-so late

[triplethecrazy.livejournal.com]

[ And wow this room is getting crowded. Blitzwing comes skidding into the room with as much concern as you'll ever see from him for anyone, and growls inwardly at the amount of damage Shockwave has taken.
So much rage he's going to kill him
-and the triplechanger holds his murderous urges in check, for now. He settles for quickly scanning Shockwave's damage and starting to do some rudimentary patching. He's not much of a medic, but he knows enough to at least stop bleeding and some of the pain. He speaks in Cybertronian this time. ]

Full injury report requested. I vill need to know the extent of ze damage.

that's okay <3

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

[It gets less crowded when Ironhide and Ratchet leave, at least. Shockwave was half-tempted to flop onto his bed, but instead he holds himself to let Blitzwing get to work. In spite of his best effort, several of the wires in his neck still ended up slashed open. Not to mention the amount of denting he's taken. It's bad enough on his midsection that it cracked, wires showing under the plating. He replies in Cybertronian.]

I am transmitting the full diagnostic now. My apologies that we see one another after an absence under these particular circumstances.