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Post by Barricade on Sept 21, 2011 22:04:21 GMT -5
~"Always, 'Hide. Always."~ Barricade confirmed, nuzzling his sensory array against Ironhide's. ~"I'm ready for the war to end as well. And...I'm really not wanting Megatron to win...If I go back, I'll make sure to relay what I can to you."~ He cared for Ironhide deeply. He wasn't sure if the feeling was true love, such as what it was between couples, but there was love. ~"Right now, you're my family."~ An unspoken and maybe something more hung after his words.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 21, 2011 22:15:26 GMT -5
Ironhide nodded at that, his optics shining with hope for them both. ~"N as good as I know ya are at what ya do, it'll be one more thing in our favor that'll help bring Megatron down n set us all free from this nightmare."~ he replied, then kissed Barricade tenderly. ~"Til all're one, 'Cade. When this war is over, we'll have ferever ahead o' us."~ he assured the younger mech and hugged him tightly before he reluctantly sat back, letting his hands come to rest on Barricade's sides then. He let out a long sigh then as he looked at the smaller mech perched in his lap. ~"I dun wanna leave but I gotta go do my rounds 'fore Prime n the others start gettin' antsy. I promise ya I'll come back t'night n see ya, bring ya some Energon. Okay?"~ he offered softly.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 21, 2011 22:19:54 GMT -5
Barricade gave a nod. ~"I'll be fine. Downloaded some human games some years back just to stave off the boredom. Being alone can be nice. Being alone for two decades is not."~ He chuckled and grinned a bit. ~"Now, go on, you big Autobot oaf you. Don't want that Security Director of yours getting his tailpipes all tied up in a knot again, do you?"~ He laughed once more. He could respect what Red Alert did, as it had kept his assigned bases safe for countless Ano-Cycles, but he also agreed with Ironhide. The mech needed to get laid.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 21, 2011 22:30:37 GMT -5
Ironhide chuckled a bit and let Barricade go finally so the younger mech could slide off his lap. Once Barricade had moved to sit next to him, he stood and stretched his massive frame, arching his chassis and turning his servos a bit just to work out the weariness in his joints before settling back into a neutral stance again. It also had the side effect of showing Barricade just how strong and well built Ironhide really was, why he was so physically powerful and agile for his size. He looked to Barricade with a smile then, a smile that held the promise of love and safety he willingly offered the younger mech. ~"I'll see ya a bit later, 'Cade. If ya need me, just say somethin' inta the recorder system n I'll hear ya. I'ma go patch in 'fore I go."~ he told Barricade, assuring him that Ironhide wouldn't be far away and within easy reach if needed.
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Post by Barricade on Sept 21, 2011 23:18:32 GMT -5
Barricade slid off of Ironhide's lap to sit on the berth for a moment before sliding off the berth to stand, stretching his limbs some from all the sitting and the recharging. He couldn't help but look over at Ironhide's frame, noticing the intricacies of Ironhide's underlying structure, at least what he could see of it. He could also see what made them different in their builds. While Ironhide was built mainly for power and to take hits while still maintaining a decent level of speed and agility, Barricade was built for more speed and agility, his long, sharp talons being about the most dangerous thing on his frame. ~"I should be fine, but l'll let you know if something comes up."~
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 22, 2011 1:17:17 GMT -5
Ironhide reached over and laid a hand on Barricade's cheek, leaning down and giving him a soft tender kiss. ~"Til t'night, love."~ he whispered softly, then stepped away, carefully locking the cell door and heading out to the outer brig area, though he cast Barricade an affectionate smile before stepping through the door and closing it softly.
He started towards the monitoring station and paused mid stride, realizing all the monitoring systems had been turned back on. With a growl he went over to the control console, trying to access the feeds only to find himself locked out. ~"Slagitall, Red!"~ he growled darkly slammed his fists on the console with a snarl and turned, heading out and slamming the door behind him as he went, heading straight to Red Alert's security office. He was fuming and very angry; to him, what Red Alert had done was a blatant violation of privacy, not to mention a serious risk to Barricade's life if any Decepticon ever found out about his tender relationship with Ironhide. Both were things the burly Weapons Specialist would not tolerate.
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Post by Red Alert on Sept 22, 2011 8:38:32 GMT -5
Red Alert watched as Ironhide approached the security office, and he could see that the weapons specialist was fuming. Digits typing commands into the control panel, he made the screen that displayed Barricade's cell fritz, as though there was an error with either the camera or the screen. When Ironhide was nearly there, Red Alert walked over to the door to unlock and open it for the larger black mech. "Something I can help you with, Ironhide?" He inquired, raising an optic ridge as though he had seen nothing from the cells.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 22, 2011 11:50:34 GMT -5
Ironhide snarled and pushed Red Alert into his office and pulled the door shut behind him. Others did not need to hear this conversation. "What part o' "It's Personal" do ya not get?!" he snapped in a low and dangerous tone at the red and white mech, leaning down enough to put his very angry looking face plates close to Red Alert's. He didn't look at the monitors, all his focus was on the security officer himself. "Take out the system locks n delete the feed, NOW! I swear ta Primus, if ya tell er show ANYONE what ya saw I'll rip yer limbs offa ya. N if the Decepticons find out about any o' it, I'll rip out yer laser core PERSONALLY!" he snarled darkly, inches from Red Alert's face. Ironhide was clearly furious and it showed, barely able to keep himself from knocking Red Alert across the room, his fists shaking he was so angry. "How would ya like it if someone was watchin' n listenin' in while you were havin' private time with yer..." he snorted then and pulled back a bit. "Never mind, ya wouldn't know what that's like, ya'd never trust anybot anyway, let alone ta get close enough fer that." he scoffed and turned away towards the door. "Remove the system locks n delete the feeds, all o' it. Ya pull somethin' like that again n I'll knock ya inta the next galaxy, got it?" he said in a low growl and clearly meant every word of it as he looked at Red Alert over his shoulder.
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Post by Red Alert on Sept 22, 2011 14:21:08 GMT -5
Red Alert stumbled backwards into his office from the push the weapons specialist gave him, almost falling over. He narrowed his optics at Ironhide's threats, and he recognized that the black mech had every reason to be upset. Once Ironhide was done shouting, he began to speak. "First of all, Ironhide, you took down the feed from the cells without alerting me or consulting me. That in and of itself is a security violation. Whether what you had to do was private or not, the cells have to be monitored. Secondly, it seems that the camera in Barricade's cell, or its monitor, is malfunctioning. I'm going to guess the camera because the feed has not been displaying properly, nor has it been recording. Now, if you're done criticizing my lack of socialization, you might actually remember that I was close to another, and right now, that close friend is laying in a grave at the bottom of this world's deepest oceanic trench because he tried to take on Megatron!" His voice increased in volume as he spoke, until he was yelling out the last few words. "I'll let you in on a little something, Ironhide, just because I think you deserve it. Whatever you and Barricade want to do together, I don't care, but security feeds have to continue. If you want to have control over all this, if you think you can handle my job, then you can have it, because I don't need you giving me more fits than I already experience. If you don't want it, then shut up, let me do my job, and let me know when you want some privacy. There are easier ways of doing it then shutting down an entire section of the monitoring system. I've been putting up with the whispers and disrespect since I first joined. I don't trust others because I can't! Let's see you deal with your processor whispering about every bot that you meet, everything they could do, every reason why you shouldn't trust them, and actually be able to trust them. I decided to put that to use and try to help instead of leaving and spending my life in a colony. I haven't recharged since I landed, Ironhide!"
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 22, 2011 14:57:53 GMT -5
As Red Alert railed at him, Ironhide simply fumed, turning to snarl at Red Alert. But then the mention of Jazz hit him like a bullet to the Spark, and suddenly the rage vanished as Red Alert was very nearly screaming at him. Ironhide had forgotten that Red Alert and Jazz had been very close and Ironhide suspected the two had been at least as close as he and Barricade once were judging by the way Red Alert's voice shook just mentioning Jazz, even if not by name, and Ironhide was the one who told Red Alert that Jazz had been killed. Ironhide backed down then, turning away a bit and lowering his head, even flinching a bit at the last admission that Red Alert hadn't even recharged and was likely running on pure stims his own frame generated when under stress. Once Red Alert had finished his rant, Ironhide didn't even look at him, keeping his head down, optics on the floor. When he finally spoke, his voice was very low and a bit shaky. "I... I'm sorry Red... I fergot 'bout you n Jazz... I..." he closed his optics then, his shoulders slumped as he brought his hand up to his chest. "I miss 'im too... but I was never as close ta him as you were..." he offered softly, slowly turning away then. "Just... there's a history there, me n 'Cade... I... we... were t'gether, 'fore the war... n... I still love 'im... I could never really hurt 'im, even at my worst... I couldn't..." he admitted then, his voice hardly above a whisper. "If the Cons find out, they'll kill 'im... I can't lose 'im again, Red... I can't..." Ironhide brought his other hand up to rest it on the wall, slowly leaning it to press his head against the wall and feeling both Spark sick and like he had just killed a Sparkling by accident and he shuddered, silently crying for the first time in thousands of years over all he had done, all that had happened, all he had lost. He slowly sank to his knees against the wall facing it, one arm covering over his head, his other hand clutching his chest, his venting hitching as he shuddered.
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Post by Red Alert on Sept 22, 2011 15:23:14 GMT -5
Red Alert shook his helm a bit, bringing a hand up to pinch and rub at the sides of his olfactory bridge, venting in a small sigh. "I can understand history between you two, and I can understand your concern. Slaggit, Ironhide, I don't leave connections to the system unsecured. The brig is underground, and the wiring for the cameras runs underground as well. And I meant what I said. The feed was deleted as it was processed. once I set that up, it never even approached the memory banks, and what did was wiped and written over. I knew what could happen if the wrong bot saw the video, Ironhide. I'm paranoid, not moronic. Not even a prisoner in our care will be denied whatever safety I can provide."
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 22, 2011 15:49:42 GMT -5
Ironhide sat there for a long moment trying to recollect himself. He didn't respond vocally, but he nodded a bit to show he had heard what Red Alert said. When he finally got a hold of himself again he sat back, though his hand remained on the wall for stability. It took him a few tries before he could speak again, his voice sounding distant and lost. "He wants ta come back ta me, but he's afraid they'll kill 'im if he does. He's already said he'll run if he gets the chance before his trial, n I told him I'd speak fer him at his trial... But if he does run, he'll keep contact with me, send info n come see me as often as he can... He won't go ta their base, n I agree with 'im on that... They'll kill 'im fer sure if he does... He wants the war ta end n he dun want Megatron ta win it." He finally looked over at Red Alert then, pain clearly etched on the burly mech's face. "If Megatron wins, I'll be dead... He's afraid o' that happinin'... as much as I'm afraid o' losin' 'im again..." he admitted and lowered his gaze then. "He wants ta help us, Red... He wants ta help us end it n kill Megatron..."
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Post by Red Alert on Sept 22, 2011 16:07:49 GMT -5
Red Alert let his hand drop so that his arms were crossed. "You know I can't trust him, Ironhide. But, I trust you well enough. If you trust him enough to believe him about this, then you have my blessings. All I ask, Ironhide, is to still look at the information he gives you objectively. Don't take it and accept it all the time just because of your feelings for him." There were a number of different things that could occur with this set-up. He just hoped Ironhide could see what he meant.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 22, 2011 16:18:18 GMT -5
Ironhide nodded at that, knowing Red Alert's paranoia. But Ironhide also knew Barricade's Spark and he knew when the younger mech was telling the truth. "Whatever he gives me, I'll pass it on t' ya. I know when he's tellin' the truth Red, I... I can feel it somehow... They tortured 'im Red, did things ta him... horrific things..." The big mech shuddered then and looked away, a feeling of utter revulsion at what the Dreads had done. He felt as if his tanks would purge on him and he choked a bit, his hand moving from his chest to his throat trying to stop himself from purging violently right then and there in Red Alert's office.
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Post by Red Alert on Sept 22, 2011 16:32:47 GMT -5
Red Alert let his arms drop to his sides, walking over to Ironhide and gently, tentatively, resting a hand on Ironhide's shoulder. "The Decepticons have tortured many bots, Autobots as well as their own." The hand carefully moved from the shoulder to Ironhide's back, rubbing gently. "If it comes out, it comes out. Cleaning up would be a distraction from my normally-scheduled paranoia, one that I will not berate you about."
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