34th Transmission / Log

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Careful observers of transmissions may have noticed an absence of a big, black presence. Especially where one Mikaela Banes was concerned. In fact, he hasn't made a peep since he and Ratchet went to investigate the restaurantsHe is, however, making amends for it now. Crashing his way down the decks and hallways, attacking nearly anything that

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[jazzingitup]

[Jazz definitely hears you smashing you way through the hallways. It woke him up actually from a light recharge he'd just started a few minutes ago. He had come out of his room ready to give whoever is making that noise a good piece of his mind when he recognized you.]

Irohnide? Where in the pit have you and Ratchet BEEN? [Jazz hasn't noticed that jewel yet; mostly because he wants to get some answers out of you first.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[His head snaps up, staring toward the voice for a moment. There's a brief moment of recognition before he snarls in the way only Ironhide can.

And that's all the warning he gives before he flat out charges, like a multi-ton, bipedal tank. He swings a fist as he comes, fully intending to pummel the other Autobot flat.]

[jazzingitup]

[Jazz freezes for just a moment, not quite believing what his optics were telling him. It was a good thing that he had sharper reflexes the most, as the next moment found him dodging out of the way as much as he could in narrow corridors. The swing doesn't quite connect with him, but it does take off one of his head fins.]

Ironhide! What's wrong with you? Snap out of it!

[heavyweaponsbot]

[The feeling of his fist connecting with something only seems to make things worse. He shouts something in Cybertronian--it's garbled thanks to how angry he is.]

You!

[He rounds on Jazz again. He's heavier, built more solidly than the other. He moves to hit him again, fully intending to bash his faceplates in.]

[jazzingitup]

[There were advantages to being smaller and lighter than most Cybertronians, especially in tight quarters like these. Jazz doges the punch successfully this time and moves in to hopefully trip Ironhide down with a swipe of one leg.]

Knock it off, Ironhide! Frag...where's Ratchet when you need him?

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He doesn't respond beyond a growl, reaching down to grasp that leg, to tear it off if necessary. He's always been brutal in a fight, and he has no qualms about showing it now.

This thing is in his way.]

[jazzingitup]

[As Ironhide reaches down for Jazz's leg, Jazz takes the chance to whack Ironide a good hard smack against the other bot's face with the back of his hand.

Maybe a good whack to the head would get rid of whatever is wrong with him?]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[Ironhide's head is, unfortunately, probably the hardest part of his body. A smack or two barely fazes him. He tries to tackle the lighter 'Bot, to crush him with the sheer weight of his five-ton frame.]

[jazzingitup]

[Jazz grunts as Ironhide's entire weight smashes on top of him into the ground even as he continues to punch Ironhide in the face to try to get him to let go.]

An out of place glint of red catches his optic and he aims his next punch towards the red gleam.]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He sits up enough to have room to punch. He keeps most of his weight down on the other, to prevent his enemy from getting away. His blows are aimed at the other's chest, not the face. Even crazed like this, he knows the vital areas.

Jazz's fist connects with the addition to his helm, and he snarls, jerking his head back, and rolling his weight off his opponent.]

[jazzingitup]

[Those couple punches form Ironhide HURT and Jazz could feel some of his chestplates almost cracking from the stress.

He didn't even pause when Ironhide rolls off him, just followed up his punch with a knee to the chest, then another punch towards the red jewel. ]

[heavyweaponsbot]

[The knee hurts the most, what with his chest being damaged from the fight in Egypt. He hisses like a wounded animal, before launching himself at the other again, his fists flying for the chest plates.

There's only a burning rage in his optics, no recognition. He fully intends to kill.

The hit to the face rearranges a few panels, but doesn't otherwise rattle the implant. It's heavily rooted into him.]

[jazzingitup]

[Jazz himself was still reeling a bit from the hits to his chest and his attempts at blocking or dodging the blows to his chest didn't work very well. One strike from Ironhide finally connects solidly against Jazz's chest and he was smashed against the wall, leaving a dent and Jazz doubling over from the pain, nearly blacking out because of it.]

I.ironhide.

[heavyweaponsbot]

[He stands over the other, his expression... annoyed? Difficult to say. He snorts, nudging the fallen Autobot with a not-so-gentle foot.]

Pathetic! Waste of metal! Megatron's leftovers.

[This is not worth his time. This is not worth killing. He turns away, limping back down the hall, every step rigid with anger. Is there nothing on this boat that can stand against him? The medic fell so quickly... and now this. Pitiful.]