[i]"Bulwark stay put Ratchet will be here shortly. Got fire over by the other pod. Time to kill some more Cons."[/i] Guardian Supreme yelled over the gunfire before flying off. Giving a sigh, Bulwark realized that he would be on his own yet again. Normally this wouldn't be a big problem, but in his current condition it wasn't ideal. Straitening up, Bulwark said "Frak it, If I'm dying. It ain't gonna be hiding." To make his point, Bulwark changed into his alt form. A cybertronian heavy transport vehicle. The back side was lagging a bit and the second gun was busted, but he had Guardian and his plasma cannon. 

Revving up, Bulwark smashed through the hole in the vessel with a discharge of Guardians shield and ran a decepticon through. The bladed front of Guardian tore through the decepticon easily, barely slowing him down as he let off a couple pot shots from his working cannon. The rounds slammed into another decepticon, crippling its gun arm and optics as it blasted half its face into oblivion. However more decepticons took their place and began to converge on his position. Activating Guardian, the forcefield covered Bulwarks front as plasma bounced away and bullets crumpled. 

[i]"That Ratchet better get here soon, I ain't got enough juice to keep this up."[/i] He thought to himself as he charged his plasma cannon.