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Post by Ironhide on Sept 16, 2011 13:07:32 GMT -5
Ironhide frowned slightly when he saw the memories and hugged Barricade to his chest. ~"I didn't know, I'm sorry, 'Cade."~ he said softly. ~"I just... I guess part o' me was hopin' fer somethin'..."~ He let out a sigh then and looked at Barricade for a moment. ~"Ya know I'll take care o' ya."~ he finally said softly, warmth and the image of Ironhide holding Barricade close to him filtering through the interface, a warmth that seemed to pulse with Ironhide's own powerful Spark.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 16, 2011 13:12:42 GMT -5
Barricade snuggled closer, his engine purring lightly in a sign of happiness. ~"You're all I could hope for in a dad, 'n who knows what the future holds. I never would've expected myself here when I was younger, after all, 'n now look at me."~ He allowed his own warmth to flow through, and maybe even a glimmer of inquisitive hope, a feeling for what might happen for them down the road.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 16, 2011 13:23:35 GMT -5
Ironhide smiled and closed his optics then, letting his hands gently rub Barricade's back as he held the younger mech. ~"Yeah, I'd like that... very much..."~ he replied, offering hope in return, as well as a gentle wave of soothing pleasure through the interface. ~"Whenever ya need me, I'll be here fer ya. All ya gotta do is come ta me n I'll take care o' ya, let ya stay with me as long as ya want."~ he then touched his forehead to Barricade's, a soft, soothing, yet almost passionate 'kiss' between them. ~"Even permanently if ya want to."~ he added, hope, love, joy, and pleasure flowing through the interface all at once, even a bit of need as well. Ironhide was typically alone, yet the pain of that loneliness was getting to him, and other than Ratchet, Barricade had become one of the rare few, perhaps the only one Ironhide could find himself sharing his life and home with, as more than just friend or family, but as lovers, bonded or not Ironhide didn't much care, as long as the loneliness was gone.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 16, 2011 13:36:53 GMT -5
~"I think I'd like that."~ Barricade responded happily, nuzzling his forehead against Ironhide's playfully. He sent his own joy and happiness and pleasure, as well as excitement and relief that Ironhide had respected his view on their relationship. He also sent a questioning query at Ironhide's feeling of need, wondering what it was for and if he could help.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 16, 2011 14:14:24 GMT -5
Ironhide smiled softly. ~"It's just... loneliness talkin'... It's hard fer me ta be close ta anyone, always has been. I, well... only one I had was my Spark brother... he took care o' me, we even interfaced sometimes... he died durin' the tribal wars, before reunification... I about went mad, wouldn't leave him... I tried ta save him, give 'im life support, but he died anyway... I carried 'im home n locked myself in there with him... felt like someone ripped my Spark out, felt so empty, lost, alone, it hurt so much... I just wanted my brother ta wake up, er fer me ta just die with him..."~ Ironhide let out a heavy sigh then, trying to keep his composure, though the pain of such old memories filtered through the interface anyway. ~"I was dyin', fadin, goin' mad, Energon starved... I could feel myself dyin'."~ He vented a bit, trying not to let the pain overtake him, pushing it down, trying to stay focused.
~"Next thing I knew, I woke up in a med lab, shackled down, life support umbilical hooked up ta my interface port... all I could do was scream... Ratchet was there, bout the same age as me, he held me down, tryin' ta talk ta me, tryin' ta calm me down. It took a while, but I finally found a good friend in 'im. He helped me, saved me. He helped me ta be able ta go back n take my brother ta one o' the wild places, ta let 'im go, ta let his chassis be reabsorbed inta Cybertron. Ratchet went with me. We... became more'en just friends, we were lovers fer a long time. After reunification, we saw each other less n less. He's the best medic on Cybertron, so he's gotta go where he's needed, n me... I'm just an old soldier trainin' more soldiers."~
He looked at Barricade then, bringing a hand up to the side of his head, his thumb lightly caressing his cheek plate. ~"Yer the only one who knows, sides Ratchet. I could never tell anyone else... I just... I'm tired o' bein' alone..."~ he admitted softly, looking into Barricade's optics. ~"Maybe some day we can see, maybe grow t'gether, someday become that fer each other..."~ he offered, showing he was willing to wait till Barricade was ready, and that he would cherish their relationship no matter how far it went between them.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 17, 2011 9:14:24 GMT -5
Barricade listened as Ironhide spoke, taking the pain that filtered through the interface, and sending a soothing comfort back. He hugged himself closer to Ironhide, and waited until the older mech was done before speaking. ~"It's hard, being alone, even when you're surrounded by others, 'cause then you shouldn't feel like you're alone..."~ He nuzzled his forehead against Ironhide's again, gently. ~"Don't worry. I won't tell anyone."~
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 17, 2011 13:00:07 GMT -5
Ironhide nuzzled his young friend and hugged him tightly, trusting him with such a painful secret, hoping the young mech would stay with him. ~"Just dun go away, 'Cade."~ came the whispered plea, the hope, love, and need of someone close flowing through the interface. He hadn't really realized just how alone he felt, how lonely he really was for so long, until now. Now, with Barricade in his arms, he begun to feel whole, or at least a lot less alone for the first time in quite a while. He couldn't stop himself from increasing the sensations he sent through the interface, caressing and stroking Barricade's neural sensory system, gradually increasing it from soothing caresses to ever more intense pleasure, always coaxing, always gentle, his forehead pressed against Barricade's, their forward sensory array interacting in the Cybertronian equivalent to a deep and very passionate, almost needful kiss as Ironhide held him close, unwilling to let go.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 17, 2011 13:12:16 GMT -5
~"Never ever. Cross my Spark."~ Barricade replied softly, moving his hands to massage and caress Ironhide's neural sensory system gently, adding to the sensations in the interface connection, looping them around. ~"Besides, maybe I could help others the way you helped me...the way you saved me..."~ Barricade knew a number of the bots back in Kaon, and if they were still around, he wanted to maybe find a way to get them somewhere better.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 17, 2011 13:46:39 GMT -5
Ironhide nodded with a soft moan. ~"I'll help ya find em, bring yer friends here, help them too."~ he promised softly, his voice low. He wanted to feel that exquisite release with Barricade again, and it showed in the passion he offered the younger mech, sitting up and hugging him tightly against his chest. ~"I won't leave ya, 'Cade. I won't abandon ya to the streets. I promise ya never have ta live like that again so long as my Spark pulses in my chest. I said I'd take care o' ya, n I'm a mech o' my word."~ He then groaned heavily and sent a wave of deep pleasure through the interface, wanting to hear his dear friend cry out with joy in his arms. Despite his own urgency, Ironhide remained gentle, loving, tender, rocking Barricade slightly as he held him there, his own chassis trembling slightly.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 17, 2011 14:05:58 GMT -5
Barricade gasped, his engine starting to thrum and purr deeply in his chest, making his frame vibrate slightly as the rumbling sounded. He looped the intense, rolling pleasure through the interface, bringing his hands down Ironhide's back a bit, rubbing the black mech's back armor and armor seams, a purr forming in his vocalizer. His somewhat-young systems were already beginning to build towards another overload.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 17, 2011 14:33:55 GMT -5
Ironhide cried out as the sensations increased between them, and when the overload hit them both, Ironhide let out a desperate cry, clinging to Barricade as he felt himself fall with the young mech into the bliss of release, leaning heavily against the wall again, his cooling systems venting long deep breaths. When he finally calmed down, he looked at his dear friend, a softness in his bright blue optics, running a hand along Barricade's cheek and head tenderly. ~"Til all are one, 'Cade, I swear it on my Spark."~ he whispered and 'kissed' him lovingly through their forward sensory array. It was an oath every Autobot on Cybertron knew, an oath no mech would dare break.
Cycles turned to Mega-Cycles as Barricade finished his training, working towards becoming a mentor himself, and upon Ironhide's invitation, moving out of the students quarters and into Ironhide's own quarters in the instructor's wing. Every day they trained together, continuing their instruction of more students eager to learn, seeking to become guardians of Cybertron, and each night, Ironhide held Barricade in his powerful arms as they rested, often interfacing with each other before settling in to recharge together, their interface cables still connected to each other's ports just to feel the closeness between them, more than merely holding each other would give.
Nearly three Deca-Cycles after their first interfacing which began a new and deeper phase in their relationship, their affection for each other only hinted at when others were around, yet everyone knew they were together, inseparable, some even speculating the pair had truly become lovers. But those bonds of trust and love would be tested, much to the shock of those around them, during one fateful training day, the last round of training before the oldest group under Ironhide's command were ready to take their first steps into the Defense Corps as full fledged soldiers of Cybertron. It began as any other training session, live fire weapons, full combat with drones, time to prove their mettle, to prove they were worthy of Cybertron's elite guard. This time, unbeknownst to the young soldiers, Lord Megatron himself was watching the training field monitors, ready to select the next groups and where they would be stationed for their first duty as warriors under his command. Ironhide knew he was there, but it was not him that the Lord High Protector was judging, it was his students, and in his Spark, Ironhide prayed they would do him proud.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 17, 2011 14:43:53 GMT -5
Barricade moved behind the students, remaining a distance away so they could work on making their decisions on their own, but close enough in case something should go wrong and an immediate response was needed. His optics were, once again, on Torque more often than not, making sure the younger mech didn't do something brash or idiotic, though it was somewhat expected at this point. Barricade would rather that Torque was sent back to the beginning, or had an extended training period, but as it were, this was to be Torque's final training session. Barricade could only hope that whatever screw-up Torque did would be minor.
He gave a quick glance back at where Ironhide would be watching. Despite the two of them sharing quarters, Barricade had continued to work on his weapon in secret, remaining adamant that Ironhide would see it when it was done. He'd integrated it not long before reporting to the training field, and intended to show it to Ironhide afterwards.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 17, 2011 15:19:44 GMT -5
Ironhide looked on as Barricade followed the others through the hard target proving grounds. The pair had shared an especially intense interfacing the previous night to calm each other's nerves before settling in to recharge, knowing the Lord High Protector himself would be watching the squads completing their training today. He offered Barricade a smile and a single nod of acknowledgment, noting the new device on Barricade's wrist he hadn't seen before with a slight tilt of the head. Was this the Spark Weapon Barricade had been working on? It looked like little more than a disk situated on the young mech's arm. He hoped his dear friend would be ready to show it to him soon, perhaps after this proving ground session was over and this batch of recruits were on their way to their first duty stations. He positioned himself farther down the course, watching as the two carefully matched Seeker Trines swooped in to lay cover fire for their respective ground squads, two teams of five ground mechs per Seeker Trine, standard military formation. Suppression fire was crucial, and the ground teams needed to find and take down any anti air artillery quickly to help their Trine and cover each other, above and below. But in this session, there were combat training drones programmed to attack anything that moved that wasn't another drone, anything that bore a Spark. And both sides had live fire weapons, lethal weapons, not just stunners.
All seemed to be going pretty well for them, everyone settling into formation nicely, even Torque, which was a relief for Ironhide. He was growing worried that Torque would have to be pulled from the group and sent through the training again, or worse, pulled from combat training altogether and sent to maintenance duty at the Hydrax Plateau space port, a dead zone and death sentence for any Autobot, whether out of boredom or from one of the random Cybertronian beasts that wandered in from Primus knew where and fed on any hapless Autobot it caught off guard; most often great Driller beasts or perhaps the huge subterranean slugs that wandered along the deep Energon conduits, or even the rare and dreaded Scraplet swarm. Those had been all but eradicated from Cybertron, but occasionally a small swarm of the things was found and shortly afterward was trapped and launched into space, preferably towards a burning star to be consumed by those unrelenting fires. But Scraplet swarms were never found and destroyed without several Autobots being eaten alive, and many more coming away with severe mesh woulds and heavy damage, even missing limbs. Ironhide had seen the aftermath of such attacks, and it was never pretty.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 17, 2011 16:33:30 GMT -5
Barricade followed the groups, a rifle in one hand in case one of the drones caught his Spark signature. While the majority of his weapon had been built, he knew there was some fine-tuning to be done before it was complete and at the point that he could rely solely on it. For the most part, he was quiet, speaking over the comms only to direct a team if they were heading too far in the wrong direction, or getting to close to each other, or if an individual member needed to correct something. He was in a good mood, and it seemed like this session was going to go nice and smoothly...
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 17, 2011 16:57:57 GMT -5
Things wee going well, surprisingly well, but that was about to change as the ground teams were ambushed by the combat drones, a carefully timed ambush that left all four groups of five each outnumbered three-to-one. The fighting was going well and Ironhide began to move towards the proving ground exits, getting ready to relay their new orders upon completion of their final course.
But one mech freaked when he suddenly found himself overwhelmed as one of his own team fell to the drones, badly hurt. Torque was in full blind panic mode and he opened fire on the drones, taking down anything and everything in his panic, including one of his own team mates without realizing it, and his other team mates were unable to reach him and stop him, with two down out of five and having to fight off fifteen drones initially, the remaining two mechs had their hands full just trying to protect their downed team mates as it was, while Torque kept firing at anything that came after him.
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