Unforeseen

Chapter 43

I don't own Transformers, only my OC's.

Chapter 43

Ironhide POV

Ammunition saturated the air in a maelstrom of destruction. Walls crumbled, soldier fell and every Cybertronian took a beating.

This was the worst Decepticon attack since Egypt.

"Cover the humans." It was a futile order from Optimus.

Decepticons filled every vantage point and soldiers were scattered across the airfield. Many of them were without weapons. Covering anyone was made difficult by the dust and dirt being kicked up. And I only had one cannon.

Cursing my handicap I fired at a Seeker as he transformed and took to the air. The silver sheen meant it could only be the slagging malfunction known as Starscream. One of these days I would succeed in incinerating him.

My processors tingled. I didn't stop to contemplate its meaning, I was too well trained to second guess the alerts.

No sooner had I taken a step back did a white streak flash before my eyes. The roaring jet engine damaged my audio processors and spoke of how close I had come to head on collision.

"Is that Decepticon suicidal?" Will cried from my flank.

"It's Ramjet," Sideswipe yelled. His blade clattered from deflection.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"He likes ramming things," I grunted. As if his name wasn't explanatory enough.

The sound of squealing breaks wrenched my optics towards the barracks in time to see a tanks turret smash Jolt's windshield. He spun out of control and nearly hit a building. The injury wasn't life threatening but it sure as Sparks looked painful.

"Watch where your throwing shit dumbass," one of the twins yelled.

The only thing keeping my vocal processors from firing was the rocket Starscream launched at Jolt. My gears grinded. Bullets pummeled the concrete around my feet. Dust impaired my vision. My cannon rose absurdly slow.

Target sensors flared. Locked on. Energy surged within my cannon. The nozzle glowed.

Bullets clattered against my leg as the rocket flew true. I only vaguely saw the two projectiles collide, forced to pull my gaze away to thwart my obnoxious adversary.

A five ton weight rammed into my chest. The blow jerked my spark and disorienting my circuits. I didn't feel the ground when it struck.

The remnants of a white streak were all I saw as it tumbled out of view. My optics faltered, fazing in and out painfully. My audio receptors had gone silent, save for the disgruntled humming of my spark.

It took a great deal of effort to roll onto my stomach. System alerts warned of damage. For sparks sake, I grumbled, I've had worse.

Concentrating on my vocals I yelled, "get out of here," at Jolt.

"What do you think I'm trying to do," he shot back. He was lucky my audio receptors had clicked on in time to hear.

I was not pleased to hear Megatron's worthless voice follow. His words were lost over Will's shouting, but I was sure they were worthy of fragging.

In moments I was on my feet.

"Ironhide cover me," Jolt called.

The whelp. "I'm doing everything I can!" I almost wished Grimlock had destroyed both my cannons so I could have taken Melry myself. I could not dispute the need for my presence here however. Even with one cannon I was a formidable force and I could not abandon Optimus.