[network] Things just got a little bit hotter around here.

[warmesthugs]

[There isn't much visible in the video feed at first; the image is grainy and out of focus, and the frame briefly scrolls upwards a couple of times before falling into its rightful place, as though someone is tweaking the settings.

When it settles, all that's visible is a massive, dark shape silhouetted against the sky. He glares at the screen with two baleful red eyes and brimming rage makes the biolights tracking down his cheeks burn bright. Two words boom over the line.]

Explanation. Now.

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[warmesthugs]

You…

[He'll never admit it to Tarn, but he's starting to wonder what they ever saw in this guy; Tarn wanted to die after Megatron turned his back on them and this is what Helex gets when he meets him. The more Megatron talks, the angrier Helex feels. He's so angry he can't tighten his fists any further without breaking something. He's so angry he could kill somebody.]

You know what?

[He lashes out with a smaller hand, figuring that Megatron will either try to avoid it and he can grab him with a big hand, or he'll simply get caught and Helex can get to pounding his face through the back of his head that much faster.]

To hell with you!

[aminerproblem]

[Megatron's entire posture changes as Helex begins to advance. His knees bend as he lowers to the ground, immediately preparing to get the hell out of the way when the first strike comes. Wary of both sets of arms, he slips to the side to circle around the enormous Decepticon.]

[No weapons, a size disadvantage and a much more experienced opponent. Things could be worse. He could have stupid amounts of guns like Sentinel did.]

Over here.

[He'll be chucking that piece of rebar plucked off the ground at Helex's face, thanks. Maybe if the smelter gets pissed off enough he'll make a stupid mistake.]

[warmesthugs]

[Sometimes Helex finds arranging all his limbs irritating. Sometimes they're irritating and it's hard to do anything comfortably. Sometimes they are a serendipitous thing.

Now is one of those times, as he raises one massive arm and the rebar bounces off his elbow instead of smacking him across the face. He follows through with the pivot and a fist bigger than his own head aimed squarely for Megatron's face.]

[aminerproblem]

[It's hard to not see the massive arm coming, and Megatron jumps back a few steps to avoid it. He stumbles for a half a second, slipping on the loose debris he was standing on, but manages to catch himself.]

[He honestly had no real idea with how the hell he was supposed to attack Helex without getting himself caught in an iron grip. He couldn't keep ducking around forever.]

Is that it? Tarn told me you lot were supposed to strike terror into the sparks of everyone you came across.

[The taunt comes with another piece of debris, this time launched at the thick glass of the chamber on his chest.]

[warmesthugs]

[Helex is not good at witty repartee. He's not a talker. And striking terror into the heart of the reason they exist at all seems a tall order even for him.

So he just snarls and charges headlong at Megatron; his sheer weight crushes, flattens, or breaks most of the wrack underfoot, leaving bent rebar and shattered glass in his wake. He's not very good at finesse, either.]

[aminerproblem]

[Megatron was half certain he'd gone crazy when a thought hit him as Helex stood ready to charge.]

[But as with many situations, there was little time to argue with his instincts. Rather than run, he stands his ground as Helex begins to charge forward, keeping track of the massive Decepticon's footsteps.]

[As the large frame gets closer, he transforms in response, swiftly compacting and lowering into tank mode to ram into one of the smelter's legs at full force, hoping to disbalance him enough with his own momentum to knock him off his feet.]

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[phase6kindofbot]

Multiverse nexus thing.

[... Shrug.]

[warmesthugs]

…What.

[warmesthugs]

Wh–!

[Helex is heavy, but he's top-heavy; once he loses balance, there's virtually nothing stopping him from going down. This time is no different as Megatron transforms and drops, smashing into his knee. The off-centre hit sends Helex down at an angle, too, everything pitching wildly around his head as he falls.

He doesn't flail to regain his footing, though.

He's done this with Tarn a few times – training for… not exactly this sort of thing, but training. Decepticons are fighters, even the cowards. Sometimes especially the cowards.

Helex twists and makes a grab for the tank's barrel and turret to keep Megatron from evading him again.]

[phase6kindofbot]

People from multiple universes get pulled here. No idea what's causing it so far.

[warmesthugs]

That's.

[That's Sixshot.]

That's stupid.

[phase6kindofbot]

I guess.

[Mostly, it's just weird.]

Anyways, try not to shoot the Autobots. There's a semi-formal truce... thing here.

[aminerproblem]

[The tank's engine snarls as his treads scoop out more ground to try and escape, even managing to drag the both of them for about a moment or two before he realizes he's trapped. What Helex had seized wasn't quite a gun turret -- mining vehicles weren't typically armed, but it was a smiliarly deep-wired piece of armor that would hurt like all hell to have torn out.]

[He shifts back, the armor handheld ending up near his collar and his hands emerging out of vehicle mode to grip Helex's wrist.]

[There was nothing standing between him and Helex but his legs, and he still had no idea what the hell he was going to do to escape.]

[officerjuicebox]

If you want to start something with anyone here, you're dreaming.

[liberationherald]

[Star looked far too preoccupied to muster up any reaction.]

You are on an derelict world whose majority are nonorganic life, none native.

Working technology is scarce at best. So far all attempt to communicate or leave offworld are impossible.

[warmesthugs]

[Scornful snort.]

According to who?

[warmesthugs]

[Helex's grin is positively murderous.]

[warmesthugs]

[What the hell is he looking at.

No, really. What the hell is he looking at?]

What.

[liberationherald]

[Something god did not intend.

He doesn't understand how hard this is to comprehend.]

You're stranded on another planet with others who have been taken against their will.

[warmesthugs]

Try dancing around throwing stuff at me now!

[Helex clamps down hard with both hands and aims to let his entire weight land squarely on Megatron so he can pin him down. It'll be hell getting back up again later, but it'll be worth it.]

[warmesthugs]

Well tell me who did it and I'll start breaking off body parts until they fix things.

[Helex that is not how you introduce yourself to people.]

[aminerproblem]

[There's a mix of a surprisingly vicious snarl and a pained grunt in response as Helex starts to press him into the ground. The huge hands find their clamps, and Megatron can't quite seem to remember the right chord to rip out of them to get it to stop.]

[He can feel the actuators in his legs begin to strain for the first time as he uses them to push him back. Barely. Helex's weight and strength weren't easy things to overcome.]

[With his own hands clenched rather uselessly around the smelter's larger wrists, he slips one leg out to attempt to kick the Decepticon square in the face.]

[warmesthugs]

[The kick connects; it's hard enough to crack something in Helex's mouth, and he tastes his own energon. One hand comes loose in surprise, but a smaller hand snaps out to tear at the back of Megatron's knee and Helex brings his larger hand down in a fist like a hammer aimed for Megatron's face.

He just roars, flecks of fuel spraying from his lips.]

[aminerproblem]

[Megatron sees stars Helex's huge fist collides onto his helm, denting and ripping the metal with his knuckles. He's dazed for a good few seconds before noticing one optic had fractured and streaks of energon were beginning to leak over his face.]

[He can't tell which was his or which was Helex's when the spit reaches him, and his resistance lessens for a brief moment as he tries to gain his bearings. His venting is hard and labored, and he can only remember to push back.]

[But there's one weak thought that crosses his mind as his vision comes to, and with a forceful grimace, he tries to roll the huge Decepticon off him, pushing him to the side where his arm is raised and off kilter.]

[warmesthugs]

[Helex is in the middle of raising his fist to hit Megatron again when Megatron starts pushing him. His mass is once more not on his side and he teeters, but he digs his fingers harder into Megatron's collar as he topples to the side, trying to get them wrapped around his neck instead.

This is all very wrong, he thinks, but he doesn't feel like dwelling on it. Now is just bitter anger.

The kind of anger that makes him try to use his grip to lift Megatron over him as he rolls and slam him back into the ground head-first.]