53rd Frontier [open commentlog]

[ecopiracy]

[Someone had bombed his room, and if Phoenix were to hazard a guess, it would be to pin the blame on the woman who had threatened to kill him earlier and specifically mentioned bombs. He had no idea who she was or what she was capable of

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[hesmypuddin]

[Harley wasn't the most patient of hench-women in the world, but she'd learned quite a bit in her many years of working for Mister J and sometimes patience was just the thing that was needed. She'd set off the bomb outside of Phoenix's room and that had really just been the tip of the chaos that was likely to be left in the harlequin's path.

Were innocents going to be hurt? Oh .. more than likely. Did she care? Sadly, no. Maia had gone over the plans in detail and Harley had listened as well as any astute helper could. She was not the kind to half-ass a job that she was excited about. And if her Puddin' needed a little special care put into not killing their target before he reached her .. well, then she'd do her best.

She hadn't been told anything about anyone that might get in the way, though.

She'd been listening closely to anything that might surface over the comms, but her target was doing quite well at keeping himself low key.

In her search, she happens upon the top deck of the ship, the sound of LARGE rounds going off more than enough to catch her attention. She pauses at the head of the stairs, listening rather intently to a conversation that can only just reach her. Her lips begin to curl widely and she pulls one of her bleach bombs out. She pulls out a few balls of tin foil from a concealed pocket and drops them into the jar, beginning the chemical reaction.

To kick things off a little quicker, she gives the bottle a thorough shaking and leans out of the stairwell, roooooooolling it in the general direction of the voices. She doesn't need to hit anyone directly, but she doesn't mind if she does. She ducks behind the doorway, grin curling her lips as she readies a tennis ball projectile bomb in one hand. She leans out and lobs that in the direction of the pair and it ignites the moment it contacts the ground, exploding in a fiery ball as small metal jacks explode out of it.

Hope that one doesn't distract you from the bigger boom that's about to follow.

Right ..

About ..

Now ..

**BOOM**]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He's about to respond to Phoenix when the sound of something rolling catches his attention. Scans run across his visual field, flicking faster than human brains can process. His head jerks up at the conclusion the scans produce, and he jerks forward, practically shoving the organic male aside.]

Get down!

[He just has to get between Phoenix and the blast. Whatever it is, he doubts there is anything on this ship capable of punching through his heavy armor. Ironhide keeps moving until he's absolutely certain he's in position to take the explosion against his back -

- and there it is. The weapons master grunts, feeling the impact, and is forced forward a step. Living shield indeed.]

[ecopiracy]

[Phoenix grunts as he gets knocked to the side, then lets out a startled yell when first one explosion, then the other goes off. Instinctively, he throws up an arm to protect his face, biting back a cry of pain as the pieces of shrapnel that make it past Ironhide tear through his skin.]

Ironhide!

[Damn it, his friend had taken the brunt of that blast!]

[Audio - shipNET wide]

[hesmypuddin]

[Harley doesn't bother taking aim at the pair, delighting in the cries she hears from the direction of her bomb. As a matter of fact, if you were to look for her, she's already off and moving, setting up the next of her playful interactions.

However, her voice pops over the communicators all over the ship.]

~Run, run as fast as ya can!!~ HAHAHAH

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He growls, and heaves himself back to his feet. His spinal armor is scorched and blackened, but unbroken.]

Who was that?

[As he turns to look at his companion, trying to asses him for injuries.]

Besides irritating.

[ecopiracy]

[Phoenix hisses as he presses his hand to his neck, feeling the warm, sticky flow of blood seep out from one of the cuts. Not an alarming amount, but still something to be tended to. Most of his injuries are minor, for that matter. But still irritating and painful.

And never mind that his heart is racing in his chest.]

I do not know. The same woman who threatened me earlier.

Are you all right?

[He can't tell by looking at Ironhide how much damage was actually dealt and how much is just superficial.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide straightens up, his joints creaking and popping. He rolls his shoulders. All readouts are in the green. He'll be sore, but there isn't really anything damaged. Shaking his head, he moves to stand near the man, crouching again.]

I have been hit by worse doing training with newly sparked Autobots. That was nothing...

[But that blood makes his good optic narrow.]

You, on the other hand, need a medic. I can take you.

[ecopiracy]

[Phoenix shakes his head, thoughts whirling a mile a minute. This isn't the first time he's been attacked of late, and it's more than obvious that he's being targeted.]

No. The injuries are not so bad that I cannot tend to them myself. I can get what I need on deck three...

[He trails off, looking at Ironhide speculatively.]

Though I would not mind some company on the way there.

[heavyweaponsbot]

You are leaking fluids all over...

[But he shakes his head, and gives the man a long look as well. It could be a tight fit, but there wouldn't be a safer place to be.]

Can you fit in my cab?

[ecopiracy]

[Phoenix tries to recall the size of Ironhide's cab in his transformed state, then nods slowly.]

I think so, yes.

[He is losing blood, so it would be better not to strain himself. Then an idea forms in his mind.]

But take me only partway. [He lowers his voice.] If someone is watching us right now, but they don't see me get out, and you bypass the infirmary...

[He pauses, trying to search Ironhide's expression. Did he mind playing decoy for Phoenix?]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide's expression doesn't change, save for a brief, barely perceptible nod. He could have been twitching a fly away - save for the fact his good optic was locked on Phoenix.]

Get in, then.

[He wastes no more time, just steps back, and transforms - gears grinding out sparks as the Autobot folds away into the truck. The cab door swings open. It might be a tight fit, but there should be enough room for one man.]

[ecopiracy]

[Watching that transformation is always impressive - so many parts moving with precision and purpose, shifting without interfering with each other to create and entirely different form. But it's still Ironhide, no matter the shape. Phoenix nods his gratitude, then carefully pulls himself inside.

At which point it occurs to him how awkward this is, being inside the body of his friend.]

...whenever you are ready, Ironhide.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Fortunately, Ironhide's used to transporting people. He doesn't think anything of it at all, or else this would be really awkward.

As soon as he's sure the wounded man is situated, he closes the door, and pulls away. They'll have to cram into the elevator somehow.]

Rolling.

[ecopiracy]

[Awkward especially since Phoenix is bleeding all over Ironhide's seats.

Phoenix doesn't say much during the ride, both because he has little to say and because he knows he needs to conserve energy. His injuries may not be that bad, but still. Who knows when they might be attacked again?]

Can you fit inside the elevator in this form?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide only minds fluid when it threatens to rust his joints. This is different - he's not fussy over his interior.]

I can try.

[And try he does. Paint gets scraped, a few dents knocked into his bumpers, but hey! They're inside.]

[ecopiracy]

[Phoenix winces with each scrape, more than audible to his ears, but once they are inside the elevator and the doors have closed, he smiles, pleased.]

Perfect. Could you roll down one of your windows?