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Post by Red Alert on Aug 14, 2011 5:12:44 GMT -5
Red Alert was mostly quiet as they walked, thinking over what Jazz and he had talked about, and going over his list yet again. When they met other bots in the hall, Red Alert would great them as Jazz introduced them, but kept them at that same arm's length distance while regarding them with the same amount of suspicion, if not more. Jazz, he'd at least spent some time with, and knew, even if it was just a little bit more. These other bots he knew nothing about.
~"Alright. I will."~ He replied to Jazz's last statement, and turned as the silver mech began walking down the hall. ~"Thank you!"~ He called down quickly before slipping into his own room. Looking around, he found that it was, indeed, very bare. He hadn't brought much with him, and it wasn't like he had much anyways. ~"Really need to get started on everything else soon..."~ He muttered to himself, then winced as more sparks danced across his helm.
~"Oh...no..."~ His hands flew up to his helm, clutching it as the pain began spreading. The sparks flashed irregularly, with no pattern to them. ~"Not again..."~ Stumbling across his room, he tried to reach the door, but another jolt of pain made him trip, landing on his side on the floor. He had two options, and he liked neither of them. The first was to let the attack run its course, but he didn't know when he'd come out of it, or what else would happen. The other was to get help, and he knew only one other bot on this base. =~"JA-AZZ!"~= He yelled frantically into the comm, then let out an audible yell, writhing on the floor with his helm in a near death-grip.
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Post by Jazz on Aug 14, 2011 9:41:32 GMT -5
Hearing Red’s frantic call over the com made Jazz turn sharply and he headed for Red’s room, bolting for the door when he heard the scream. ~“RED!”~ he yelped, seeing him on the floor writhing in agony. He knelt down next to Red, pulling him up against his chest, not knowing what was happening or what to do for Red. ~“Oh, Primus…”~ he murmured as he cradled the mech. ~“What can I do?”~ he asked, not sure if Red could even hear him at this point. He thought maybe he could dissipate some of the arcing energy with his own frame so he laid his hand over Red Alert’s head, between the arcing horns, holding Red tightly to him to try and keep him from thrashing too much and hoping it would help draw off the painful sparks and help Red somehow.
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Post by Red Alert on Aug 14, 2011 20:19:19 GMT -5
Red Alert twitched a bit when Jazz picked him up, but started to relax when Jazz laid a hand on his helm. The sparks still arched around, but a good number were being drawn away from his frame. ~"Just...Don't move your hand..."~ He replied, the pain dissipating as both the sparks were pulled away, and the attack started to end. ~"Sorry about this...Didn't know how bad it was going to get..."~ He felt drained and sluggish, something he was used to after an attack, but not as much as usual. A much shorter one, for which he was grateful. It was the longer ones that made him worry.
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Post by Jazz on Aug 15, 2011 4:40:19 GMT -5
Jazz vented atmosphere in a sigh of relief and held onto Red until the attack had fully dissipated, grateful that his instincts had been right on. ~“What happened?”~ he asked in a worried tone, looking at Red with his bright blue optics. He had never in his life seen such a thing and wondered if somehow he had been damaged as a hatchling, maybe had fallen too far or been hit across his cranial plating to cause such a horrific glitch. ~“You gonna be alright? Should I call Ratchet to see if he can repair the damage?”~ Jazz hated seeing other bots in pain, and he began to wonder if that glitch might be the cause of his unusually high apprehension and paranoia of others. If he could be repaired, then maybe it would help him in the long run.
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Post by Red Alert on Aug 15, 2011 6:09:50 GMT -5
~"Just an attack."~ Red Alert replied, slowly moving to get out of Jazz's hold. His sensory net was bugging him, and he didn't need more little nags in his processor. ~"And no, it's not something that can be fixed."~ He sighed. ~"I hatched with it. It's part of my programming."~ He looked up, deciding Jazz really deserved a bit of a better explanation. {"It's not like this information can be used against me...Most bots figure out about it..."} ~"My creators took me to a medic to see if it could be fixed. It took the medic forever just to get me to sit still long enough for him to take a look. I trusted no one. I barely trusted my own creators when I first hatched. But, the medic told them that nothing could be done. I'd always have it. The attacks are just part of it."~
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Post by Jazz on Aug 15, 2011 14:50:59 GMT -5
Jazz helped Red to his feet and over to the berth so he could sit down and rest. Jazz looked a bit stricken as Red explained to him, wishing he could help the poor mech, but with his condition being irreversible there was nothing Jazz could do for him. He lowered his head a moment in thought. ~“Are they random or do they come regularly? Do you know what causes them?”~ he asked, figuring they were probably random and likely set off by stress or anxiety. He crouched in front and to Red’s right, looking up at him and hoping that he hadn’t been the cause of this attack. ~“If it can’t be fixed maybe we can figure out a way to manage them to minimize the damage. I’d be willing to help if you let me.”~ he offered, thinking that even if they couldn’t find a solution to the problem then at least he could help lessen the effects when they hit, now that he knew what to do.
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Post by Red Alert on Aug 15, 2011 17:08:53 GMT -5
~"Usually they're random."~ Red Alert explained. ~"Though, they can also happen if I get extremely worked up over something. And I've slowly been getting control of it. The attacks aren't as frequent, at least the random ones aren't. And what you did just a little while ago was...very helpful. They usually go on longer than that."~ He looked down for a bit, unsure of what else to say for a little. ~"It's not something you should really worry yourself over. You've probably got enough to worry about."~
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Post by Jazz on Aug 15, 2011 17:21:41 GMT -5
Jazz shook his head a bit. ~“No Red. You need someone to help you through them when they hit. I’d be willing to do that, all you gotta do is call me when you feel one coming on. That’s what friends do, they help each other, n I’d like to consider you a friend. It’s no trouble, believe me.”~ He held out his hand in offering, the same hand he had used to dissipate the sparks, showing it hadn’t hurt him at all. ~“If we can’t learn to trust each other, if we have no friends around us, then what’s the point of living?”~ he asked in all seriousness. It was how Jazz lived his life, always looking out for his friends and willing to take on any hardship for their sake, and using his silly antics to make them smile the whole time. He didn’t know how else to be except himself, and that was what he was offering Red, a real friend.
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Post by Red Alert on Aug 15, 2011 17:38:54 GMT -5
Red Alert looked at the offered hand for a little while, thinking over everything Jazz was saying. Slowly, he reached out with his own hand, taking Jazz's. ~"Not having friends and not trusting others doesn't mean I don't care. That's why I chose security. Where else could a paranoid glitch like me work well?"~ He smiled, just a little bit, something that could barely be noticeable. ~"Just because I'm paranoid about it doesn't mean it won't happen."~ Inwardly, he shook his head. Jazz was certainly an enigma to him. Able to be so happy-go-lucky in the middle of a war was certainly a talent that was rare to
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Post by Jazz on Aug 15, 2011 18:02:18 GMT -5
As Red slowly reached for his hand, Jazz waited until he took hold of it, then gently closed his hand around Red’s. A smile grew on Jazz’ face, glad to have at least earned a start at a friendship with Red. ~“Well, I suppose that’s where you’re best suited. Me, I’m an info gatherer. Any information I soak it up like an Energon starved power cell. That’s why I got into the Research and Exploration Corps under the Science Division before the war.”~ he told Red Alert, moving to sit on the berth next to him. ~“Information, knowledge about anything. I love researching things like culture, languages, history. Prime says I’ve got a singular knack for it, that’s why he made me his Intelligence officer. I love to learn about new places, people, just anything I can find. That and I like to see people smile, makes my Spark feel brighter to know I managed to make someone’s day go just a little better. Always been that way.”~ he shrugged. ~“Seeing others lonely or in pain just hurts all the more, and this war… there’s too slaggin much pain going around. So, I try to help wherever I can just to give my friends something to smile about, even if just for a little while.”~ Jazz’ words were genuine and honest, his tone sincere. Even Red Alert could sense that.
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Post by Red Alert on Aug 15, 2011 19:59:35 GMT -5
~"There is too much pain..."~ Red Alert looked down, the tiny smile fading. ~"I had to say good bye to my creators before I left. They were going to try to get off Cybertron with some of the other neutrals who didn't want a part in the war. They're still online, somewhere out there. We really don't talk now, though. Too much distance."~ He looked back up at Jazz. ~"And, I guess having a friend or two wouldn't be a bad thing. Still think I'll be half-crazy most of the time I'm here, especially if all the Autobots here are like you. Oh, do me a favor, Jazz."~ The small smile crept back onto Red Alert's faceplates. ~"Don't tell anybot I can be this sane."~
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Post by Jazz on Aug 16, 2011 2:41:38 GMT -5
Jazz nodded solemnly as Red told him about his progenitors. ~“At least some managed to escape the war.”~ he offered, hoping it would at least give Red some hope. He then grinned at Red’s last comment and gave him a look of mock surprise. ~“You? Sane? Oh, say it isn’t so!”~ he exclaimed, clamping a hand over his own chest, then started laughing, very much glad to see Red was at least feeling better. ~“Don’t worry Red, not a word of it from my vocal processor, I swear!”~ he agreed, holding up his other hand. He was starting to like Red, at least he had a sense of humor even with the glitch and paranoia. There were days Jazz wondered about some bots, who just scowled at him when he tried to cheer them up.
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Post by Red Alert on Aug 16, 2011 6:05:20 GMT -5
Red Alert could not help the next sound that came from his vocal components. He laughed. He couldn't remember anything striking him this way, but Jazz's antics had done it. His entire life, he'd never once laughed. Always looking over his shoulder, or being suspicious of everything. Now, he wasn't sure if he could stop.
Several minutes went by before Red Alert was finally able to stop. ~"Oh, sweet merciful Primus! You win! You win! I can't defend against your attacks!"~ He started laughing again.
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Post by Jazz on Aug 16, 2011 13:31:57 GMT -5
Jazz literally fell over backwards on the berth he had started laughing so hard. Oh it was such an intense relief to laugh like that, and he held up his hands in triumph. ~“Yay! The cycle is mine!”~ he hollered, still laughing with Red. Seeing Red just break loose and laugh like that made Jazz’ Spark sing with joy, such things always did. When they both finally calmed from their laughing and giggle fits, Jazz laid there sprawled across the berth, his legs dangling off the edge from the knee down, arms out to either side. ~“Oh, Primus, that felt sooooo good.”~ he murmured almost breathlessly, still grinning as he looked over at Red. ~“If all that was any indication at all, I think you n I are gonna be great friends, Red.”~ he offered as he slowly sat up again, lightly resting his hand on Red Alert’s knee for a moment before another giggle fit started taking over again. At this point Jazz was giddy and somewhat loopy from the joy of it all and it showed clearly on his face and in his loose and relaxed posture.
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Post by Red Alert on Aug 16, 2011 16:20:31 GMT -5
Red Alert was leaning against the wall for support in sitting. ~"It's a first for me."~ He replied with a grin. A twitch went through his frame when Jazz rested his hand on his knee, but it was quickly replaced by another bout of laughter as Jazz fell into a giggle fit. ~"And I really have to agree. I'll need someone to tell me to relax, and by the looks of it, you'll need someone telling you to stern up a bit."~ He managed to get the words out before more laughter took him, making him roll off the end of the berth. ~"I'm okay!"~
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