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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[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.]

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but I dunno if I can. [Mentally, she's about an 8 out of 10 on the freakout scale. This is not her week.

She's reaching up to take Shockwave's hand when Ironhide's booming voice causes her to flinch. Her jaw sets in defiance, and she firmly takes the offered hand and pulls herself to her feet, still backed in close.]

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

You can. You are stronger than you realize. [He doesn't move when Ironhide nearly lunges again, simply keeping his servo in place until Mikaela takes it. He looks straight at Ironhide, single optic practically blazing.]

I did not harm her. I will not harm her.

[medicalofficer.livejournal.com]

I ordered you to stand down.

[ His tone makes it clear that this is not a request as he closes the distance between them, keeping a close watch on the Weapons Specialist. He was already prepared to attack again, which would not do either side any good. ]

Shockwave is not responsible for what happened to her. You have had your battle - and now it is over.

[heavyweaponsbot]

You--

[Whatever he was about to say is cut off. Not by Ratchet's command, but by Mikaela's actions. He stares openly at her, wobbling suddenly. It almost looks as if she's hit him again.

The fight has drained out of him. He half-turns away--can't do much more than that on the damaged limb. He does not look at anyone.]

Done here...

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.

[chopshopgoddess.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't move for a while after Ratchet and Ironhide left, but eventually she pulls herself together and turns to face the two with dry eyes. She idly wonders when Blitzwing came in, she must have been...out of it. Her eyes flick back and forth, though her expression doesn't display if she understands them or not, though Shockwave already knows she probably does, to an extent.]

What...can I do to help? Or should I just...go?

[triplethecrazy.livejournal.com]

[ Blitzwing eyes Mikaela with mild concern. She seems upset, at least; it would probably be better for her to stay than go. He replies in his usual accented English. ]

No, jou can stay. If I miss anyzhink, jou can inform me.

[ And he gets to work, kneeling at Shockwave's side and beginning to snap nerve wires to stop the pain-for now. Self-repair systems will replace them eventually. He does the best he can, roughly sealing the slashed neck wires together before moving onto Shockwave's battered midsection. He's more careful now, optic extended to see the damage. He speaks in Cybertronian; he seems to be holding a controlled fury in check, which was probably more than he could manage the last time Shockwave saw him. ]

Zhere is..no need for apologies. I must apologise for...not assisting jou sooner, in fact.
On vhat trumped-up charge did Ironhide attack jou zhis time?

[shockedlogic.livejournal.com]

[Shockwave looks to Mikaela, antennae rotating back a little - it's a miracle that Ironhide didn't go straight for those, really. He returns to English for the time being.]

I would like it if you stayed. I... think we could both use the company.

[He's not usually a fan of having his pain receptors deadened, but he doesn't seem to mind, for once. It keeps him from flinching, if anything. He keeps his head up while Blitzwing works on his neck, and carefully shifts the undamaged cables in his midsection out of the way with a thought - a few of the wider cables and tubes ended up suffering Ironhide's punches while trying to bolster the area. He can tell that Blitzwing is trying to control his temper, which he's grateful for. It's better than the last time they saw each other. He slips back into Cybertronian himself, trilling in thought.]

He believes I killed Mikaela, though I am uncertain how he came to such a conclusion.