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[As ludicrous as this battle is, there is no denying the swell of triumph when he feels the creature shift backward. So it can be fought. It can be moved.]

Anywhere is a suitable battlefield for honorable men!

[Reinhardt is readying himself for another swing of his hammer, flicking it forward, as opposed to smashing it down. Lurid red light flickering as he readies the Fire Strike. Releasing it as, not only is he lifted, but also thrown down the hall.]

[He doesn't get a chance to see whether or not it connects. He feels buckled components digging into his sides from the monster's claws. And when his back strikes the door... he just keeps right on going. Skidding and rolling across the cargo bay floor.]

Ah.... Again!

[Yes, he is still levering himself to his feet. Using the hammer, this time, to do so. His voice rasping around heavy breathing -- but still. Spirited.]

I rise again, beast!

[The attack makes its mark, giving Reinhardt that moment to rest and gather himself. Shortly after, the huge Decepticon emerges through the small cloud of smoke, easily prying the doors open even wider to step through.]

[Soot and smoke cover his plating in a diagonal slash pattern where the attack fell, but again - nothing but surface damage.]

The honorable ones are always the first to fall.

[Reinhardt gets one more kick aimed at his body to attempt to send him deeper into the Cargo Bay, towards the lines of shuttles.]

Edited (its early in the morning work with me here) 2016-08-30 14:24 (UTC)

[This isn't working. And while Reinhardt has no regrets, if he were to be killed in combat, it would mean this creature still free to walk the halls. That, he cannot allow.]

[Leaning on the hammer as he is, activating the shield takes no time at all. So while Megatron's kick does send him backward toward the shuttles, the damage is mitigated by the glowing barrier. He doesn't so much as fly as he does slide.]

[It's not working, but there's one last trick to try, short of hammering away at a metal behemoth.]

Is that all! I am still standing, monster!

Impressive. You are more stubborn than the vermin crawling through the pits you call cities.

[He continues to walk forward. How unfortunate that he came onboard missing his Rail Gun so he could really test the strength of that shield. As it is, he has to make do with one of the lifting vehicles used to move the heavy boxes of cargo around.]

[Hoisting it up in one hand, he chucks the several-ton machine right at this human's face, none too concerned with the mayhem it may cause if it missed.]

Perhaps if there were more of you, Earth may have lasted a few days longer.

Edited 2016-08-31 02:52 (UTC)

[Whoever programmed this omnic's speech patterns deserved a swift kick. It sounded like a super villain. However... it's a thought for later. After something is done about this.]

[There is a glance toward the other side of the cargo bay. Toward doors he can only assume will lead out.]

[There's an idea.]

[Reinhardt isn't fast enough to doge the flying vehicle completely. It smashes into one side of his shield, spinning him around and wrenching his arm on that side -- enough to where metal screams and bones crackle. He's forced to one knee. The shield flickering wildly as he leans on the hammer for support.]

There is one of me here, now... and it is more than enough for you.

Come, beast! Is that the best you can do? Throwing cars at an old man!

[He hears that snap of bone and wrenching of metal, and he knows this human doesn't have much left in him. Well, the fight was certainly amusing for the first few minutes, if only for the organic's persistence.]

[He plants his hands on the hull of one of the Transporters lined up around them, and lightly tips it in Reinhardt's direction. The metal creaks as it is disbalanced and begins to fall, like an enormous metal tree trunk.]

It appears you've reached your limit, fleshling.

[It's now or never. He's never tried to do this with anything as big as this omnic, or the transport starting to list downward. But that doesn't mean it's impossible. That only means he's never done it.]

[He'll do his best to angle this correctly. So that when it goes off, hopefully it will be enough to blast this thing through the cargo bay doors. And into space.]

[Ridding them of one foe in glorious combat.]

Not so.

[As the transport starts to topple, Reinhardt, despite the wrenching, stabbing pain in his arm, swings his hammer again. Boosts activate at the apex, swinging down with all the power of the armor, the man, and rocket boosters.]

Hammer down!

[It impacts the ground as the transport's base does, the resulting shockwave slamming the thing backward. Hopefully into Megatron.]

[Well, he certainly wasn't expecting that.]

[The transport is flung right at his face, landing full-tilt into the Decepticon as all eighty-some tons of Cybertronian are slammed hard into the cargo bay door. Metal shrieks as he makes impact, punching a deep dent into the thick wall, but not quite enough to smash through the entire hull.]

[A clawed hand reaches around the transporter to push it off him, rising to his full height as the other hand reaches for a door mechanism for support.]

Is that all?

[The mechanism clicks as he leans his weight on it, and he peels his eyes off Reinhardt to see the door creak and twitch before it snaps open, exposing the cargo bay to the void of space outside. Apparently that answer was no. Snarling, he holds onto the side of the door and the transporter on the ground, fighting against the pressure of air rushing out into space and slowly being pulled out.]

[It worked. Okay, so it could have gone better. It could have shoved the beast all the way through the door instead of beating against it. Reinhardt knows he doesn't have another blow left in him. He knows his arm is shot. He's wondering if it's even still attached.]

[But the creature is launched into the doors with a sickening sound, and while the Crusader is forced to kneel, his head stays up. Proud. Even as Megatron seems to shake it off.]

No.

[He heard that click. Reinhardt isn't stupid. He knows what happens when the doors open in the middle of space. In moments there will be too much suction, and he might not make it out of here. His good hand curls tightly around the haft of the hammer, buried in the floor.]

[And behind his helmet, his teeth bare in something too feral to be a smile as the pressure rapidly sucks out into the stars.]

That... is all.

[For a moment, Megatron stays planted at the edge of the cargo bay door, shoving the transporter out of his way as the armor of his boots shriek against the ground.]

[There was only a crucial few seconds before he's sucked out, and he uses it in one way: to reach forward and wrap his claws around the human to drag them both into space.]

[At the start of this fight, he would have struck back. But he's using the hammer as an anchor in his good hand. The other barely responds to orders to twitch his fingers, much less move a massive weapon.]

[He's grabbed. Of course, he kicks with all the strength of armored legs. Though he doubts it's actually going to do much good.]

[And out they both go into the dust clouds of the Luminous Sea. The Moira shrinks as the force of the rushing air pushes them outwards, farther and farther away from the ship.]

[Megatron's grip is iron as he presses against the metal keeping this human alive, none too bothered by the change in scenery. Their rush through a luminescent dust cloud comes to a slow stop as his own thrusters activate. Blue flames flick out of his boots.]

This suit of yours has done you a lot of favors, human.

[His other hand lightly runs its clawtips over the Crusader armor, feeling the grooves before stopping at his helmet.]

[So this is it. This is the final battle before the curtain falls. He admits he thought it was going to be a longer time. That there would be more battles to come. More to his story.]

[But if he has to... then. This is at least a beautiful place to go. A glorious battle, rescuing the people of the ship from a giant, rogue omnic. Very well then.]

[He stares up at the creature holding him hostage, feels the way its fingers prod. Who knows how long the armor will keep sealed out here? If his helmet is broken, it won't really matter, either way. So he just stares from behind the visor. In silence.]

[Forgive him, Angela. Jesse. Fareeha. He'll say hello to Ana and Jack for them all.]

Now let us see what is underneath.

[The claws wrapped around him twitch as he reaches with his other hand to pinch around that very helmet.]

[He is oddly gentle, foregoing simply crushing the man to opt for beginning to pull off Reinhardt's only defense against the outside. May as well see this fleshling's real face before he dies.]

[It was somewhere right after the doors were pried open that Niko Bellic decided to casually check into work. ~~Fuck his life.~~ Moments later he was running through the cargo bay towards the a docking area. Vaulting over boxes and scrambling up them like a monkey while the large bot is preoccupied with a man in a suit.]

[Its Reinhardt's good luck that when giant fingers move to pluck off that helmet, Megatron's own face is filled with hard fire, searing bursts of heat from a smuggler's laser canon (probably the ship's first adventure in doing a good deed).]

[Niko continues to fire to get Megatron to move back, guessing that he's not actively damaging the man (he hopes not, no way can he be in his right mind) and waiting for the guy in the armor to grab on to the ship so he can pull him back inside.]

[He was fully prepared to part ways with his life here. To go on and see the others again. To apologize later to those left behind, if he ever saw them again.]

[But it isn't to be. And it actually takes Reinhardt a moment to realize what's going on. Someone else is out here. Someone in a ship.]

[He has to disentangle his working arm from Megatron's grip in order to grab on. But he manages. Kicking at the side of the hull in order to show he's got hold of it.]

[And his face is suddenly full of lasers. While his plating was mostly unaffected, having his eyeballs rained on by superheated beams from space hell was enough to temporarily blind him. His optics go dark and his mouth curls into an irritated frown as he reaches to cover his eyes, static filling his vision.]

[Reinhardt gets a precious few seconds to escape as his grip falters, though he feels the human slip out of his fingers and he blindly attempts to snatch him back again.]

[One optics flickers and he steals a glance at what the hell was attacking him - seeing the vague shape of a small ship. So, the fleshling had allies, eh?]

[Niko's ship gets a call to the intercom.]

[Niko is busy backing up as quickly as he can, not opening the door to let the man in- it'd just take time and they're really close to the ship. Best to get them back towards the cargo bay. He doesn't hit the intercom until he's nearly through the Cargo Bay door.]

Welcome to Burger Shot, may I take your order?

[He says at the intercom. Hopefully Megatron's sense of humor will kick in later. It's definitely gone at the moment.]

[Reinhardt doesn't have the energy at this point to do more than hold onto the ship's hull with his good hand. He's lucky the hammer attaches itself to his armor.]

[If it were lost...]

[Hopefully Angela won't kill him, for showing up in such a state.]

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Finally here, bless you for your patience.

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