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.]