I, Quacked Lurker, am NOT Michael Bay - nor do I own any stock in the Transformers.
Fighting for his life, struggling to save the lives of his comrades, adrenaline running hot, his training took over and TSgt Robert Epps shot the enemy. Decepticons took an awful lot of hits to go down, but once the sweet spot had been hit, they stayed down. Sabor rounds were the only ammunition that even made a dent in their amour. Movement at ground level, viewed through the corner of his eye, and Epps swung his rifle around, determined to stun the metal creature before it could take out him or the team.
Firing on instinct, Epps shot the bright green human-sized mech. Once he determined that the very-earth like machine couldn't shoot back, Epps paid no further attention to the Dewcon Dispensor as it stopped moving, the bright colors drained and it became lost in the mess of destroyed cars and other dismantled machinery.
Watching as the Vending machine collapsed, vitals punctured by a regular penetration round, Epps did not have time to wonder if he should do something for the thing. Needing to protect the unarmed civilians nearby, Epps focused on shooting at the monsters that shot back, paying no attention to where stray rounds or ricochets went.
Only later, after the battle ended, and the clean-up begin – watching in the background as the giant metal men mourned for the silver Porsche as mourned for Donnovan and the rest of his team killed so recently – did Epps wonder if it had been a mistake to shoot every machine that moved under its own power.
Shortly before the Nokia cell transformed into a freaky miniature weapon's platform, a strange, electrical discharge filled the room. Three times since Captain Lennox and his team made this their last stand against Megatron, that same intense brief impression had filled the air