grab your gun

[arnhaid]

WHO: TWO OLD MEN.
WHERE: Probably in the vague vicinity of the medbay.
WHEN When the monster bugs start crawling through the Haven.
WHAT: Exterminatin' a few bugs.
WARNINGS: Violence against insects?


Bugs.

Of course it was bugs. It wouldn't be Cybertron, apparently without bugs. Which meant one thing, really.

Time to do his job.

Meaning, picking up a gun -- any would do, really. If he needed something bigger, he'd use his fists. There were a lot of those things around, from the transmissions popping up, all he had to do was take a walk. Go see what exactly they were up against.

And see he did. One big worm-looking bug crawling around the area, hissing, chattering, making all kinds of disgusting noises with the jaws on its face. It had to be bigger than he was. But, given it was crawling around, it was difficult to tell. Regardless...

... He grinned. About time something happened around here.

It charged. He lifted the gun. Of course, the shots didn't do much. It would just be his luck to grab a piece of scrap weapon. As it drew closer, the soldier did the only thing he possibly could have done.

He punched it.

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[docbot]

Ratchet arrives at Ironhide's position moments after the mech decided that fisticuffs were the way to go.

He boggles at the sight for a moment, then flips into his bipedal mode, shouting, "So is punching just a thing for you?" as he runs over, flipping his blades out from his forearms. Times like this, he regrets that he doesn't have ranged weapons.

[arnhaid]

He gets in a good punch, which sends the creature screeching and curling in on itself. He barks out a laugh, taking a more readied stance as it rights itself again, chittering.

Ratchet's arrival makes his head snap around, and he automatically shifts, as if to cover the other Autobot while he transforms. Not that it seems to matter, since the creature backs up a few feet at the unknown vehicle pulling in.

"Hey, can't be too picky!" he tosses back, keeping his optics on the creature. "Gotta do what you gotta do."

[docbot]

Ratchet steps into place at Ironhide's back, used to fighting with a partner. He's got his arms up, ready to fight or block as needed.

"So let me guess, you're going to headbutt it next?"

The creature seems to take that as a cue to screech and lunge at the two mechs.

[arnhaid]

He turns a little, surprised to see the medic moving around behind him. Granted, he's used to standing in front of others, taking the hits they couldn't. But Ratchet's stance is all wrong for that.

All right then.

"If I go to."

Ironhide's answer to the creature's screech is a shout, and another swing of one massive fist.

[docbot]

If Ratchet notices Ironhide's pause, he doesn't mention it. His eyes are focused on the creature's tail, which is squirming around in a concerning way.

"Let's hope you don't."

And of course, the thing whips its tail end their way. Ratchet shouts and crosses his arms to block. His feet dig into the ground as he curses and throws the thing off.

"Pit."

[arnhaid]

Ironhide's curse is a lot more colorful than the medic's. He doesn't bother answering, because, as it turns out, they have a much larger problem in the works.

When the tail comes flying his way, he grabs for it, holding on even as it whips him around. His feet dig in, and the creature ends up bucking itself into the air.

"Hah-hah! How'd you like that!"