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Post by Ironhide on Sept 22, 2011 19:00:46 GMT -5
Ironhide could feel his tanks rolling and all he could do was press his head against the wall hard, fighting the urge to let loose. Over the secure com to Red Alert alone, he finally told the security mech what Barricade had told him, what the Decepticons had done to the black and white mech he loved: how they had violated his processor and made him part of Combat Control, that he was the last survivor of that experiment, and that the programming had taken on a life of its own, threatening to shred Barricade's processor irrevocably, and of how Barricade wanted it gone even if it killed him.
And he told Red Alert of the Dreads, of how they tortured and raped Barricade so horribly he couldn't even bear to have Ironhide offer him life support or even touch his abdominal plates, let alone a mutual interface or anything else intimate, showing Red Alert what he had seen when he went to Barricade the first night after he was captured and gave him the vital Energon and fluids the Energon starved mech so desperately needed, the deep scars on his interface module, the terror in the smaller mech's optics as Ironhide gave him the life support he so desperately needed.
Red Alert could see just how horribly it disturbed and distressed Ironhide, and in that moment, the normally unshakable black mech suddenly lurched and his tanks purged forcefully, almost violently, his hands clawing at the wall, and afterwords he cried out in anguish for the mech he had loved for so long, in spite of the war and misplaced hatred between them. They had reconciled and forgiven each other, confessed the love they still held for each other, the need to be together, that their falling out had been a horrible mistake, an accident. Yet Ironhide could not shake the fear that he would lose Barricade again if he went back to finish what he had started, afraid the scout would be killed, like Jazz had been. All he could do was cry out, shaking uncontrollably as he knelt there while Red Alert rubbed his back soothingly.
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Post by Red Alert on Sept 22, 2011 20:58:29 GMT -5
Red Alert listened quietly as Ironhide spoke over the comms, fighting the urge of his own tanks to purge at the description of what had been done to the Decepticon scout. He believed that no one, not even the worst of the Decepticons, deserved to go through what Barricade had been forced to go through. Unable to give any words of condolence, he simply listened as Ironhide cried out, silently swearing to never tell another Spark, and continued to rub the older mech's back soothingly.
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 22, 2011 21:38:45 GMT -5
It took several minutes for Ironhide to finally calm down enough to stop screaming, merely shuddering as he sat there, Red Alert helping considerably by just being there and rubbing Ironhide's back the way he was. Several more minutes went by before his shaking had subsided enough that he was no longer at risk of blacking out from elevated fluid pressure. When he could finally speak again, it was at barely a shaky whisper, his vocal emitters threatening to cut out on him again. "I c... can't let 'im... go b... back there... Red... I can't..." He then coughed a few times trying to suppress the urge again. He managed to bring one hand back, grabbing hold of the smaller mech's nearest shoulder. "Help me... please..." he pleaded, his cooling systems venting harder than normal still.
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Post by Red Alert on Sept 22, 2011 22:33:46 GMT -5
"He's a grown mech, Ironhide. Just like you or me. You can't make him stay. Doing so might make him resent you. All you can do is hope that he stays safe, and be there when he needs you." Red Alert replied, flinching a little bit when Ironhide grabbed his shoulder, but made no move to remove his hand. "If I could've, I would have done everything I could to make Jazz stay. While I would have had him with me, I probably would have still lost him, but in a worse way than him dying. One thing you can do, however, is find a way to communicate with him. While your comm frequencies are incompatible, there are other ways."
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 23, 2011 0:22:39 GMT -5
Ironhide was finally calming down and he sat back a bit, tilting hid head back a bit, his venting slowing at last. He let his hand fall back down to rest on his thigh trying to regain himself again, then lowered his head, though he kept his optics closed. "We shared a secure com frequency once, one no other mech used. If he remembers, it, we can encode it n use that again." he suggested, more to himself than to Red Alert. When he looked over at red Alert, there was still some fluid on his mouth and chin, though Ironhide didn't seem to notice it. "How do I stay sane when he goes out there knowin' they'll torture n kill 'im if they find 'im? After everything they put 'im through already... what they done ta him..." he asked softly, almost pleadingly, and as unbreakable as Ironhide was normally, he looked very much afraid.
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Post by Red Alert on Sept 23, 2011 14:11:31 GMT -5
"It may sound a bit harsh, but you're going to have to grit down and bear it. I distracted myself with work. Worrying and fretting wasn't going to do the rest of the base a lick of good. Maybe see if one of the other bots want a bit of combat training. I believe it's been a while since you've had a student." Red Alert offered helpfully. "Other than that, there's not much that you can do. Last I checked, the Dreads were still back on Cybertron, and it would take them a while to reach here. We can keep vigilant for them, and you'll be able to alert Barricade if they're making planet fall."
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 23, 2011 20:04:14 GMT -5
Ironhide nodded at that. "Speed Demon needs a proper teacher, calls me dad already. N Anna... she's lookin' ta become an Autobot, if ya can believe that." he told Red Alert, managing a bit of a half smile, which faded as he thought about the Dreads. He seemed to grow angry then, his fists clenching as he just glared at the wall. "Dreads... I'll kill 'em... I'll tear all three of 'em apart with my bare hands if I have ta. I won't let 'em touch Barricade er any other mech again... ever..." he vowed, his voice regaining that customary deep gravely tone he usually had. He was venting steadily again, the emotional overload finally passing and letting him go, letting him be himself again. He glanced down at the floor in front of him then and sighed, looking at the congealed Energon, mech fluids, and what appeared to be smears of rust and metal filings that had come up out of his tanks, then cast Red Alert an apologetic look. "Sorry 'bout yer floor, Red... just all kinda hit me all at once..." he offered, then carefully pulled himself up onto his peddes again, making sure he didn't step in any of it, then looked down at himself, seeing where some had spilled onto his chest and a bit on his knees. "Well slag, I'm a right mess, ain't I..." he muttered and brought a hand up to run across his mouth and chin, then looked at his hand and shook his head. "I better get all this cleaned up 'fore I go on my rounds..." he added and glanced around wondering if Red Alert had anything in his office he could use to at least clean himself off with.
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Post by Red Alert on Sept 23, 2011 20:23:25 GMT -5
Red Alert gave a shrug at Ironhide's comment about his floor, walking over to a section of the wall where he kept cleaning equipment, just in case. The wall slid open to give him access, and he pulled a couple of rags out and held them out to Ironhide. "Go ahead and sit down while you clean yourself up. I'll take care of this." He told Ironhide, taking out the mop and bucket once Ironhide took the rags. "Just remember to be careful if you run into the Dreads. It does no one, especially not Barricade, any good if you try to kill them, and end up getting killed, or worse."
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 24, 2011 12:30:52 GMT -5
Ironhide accepted the cloths and started cleaning off his face, then his chest. "Thanks Red." he said and sat in a chair nearby, cleaning himself off. He sighed then, looking at the grime he was wiping off himself. "I think I need ta see Ratchet, there ain't supposed ta be rust n metal filings in my tanks. No wonder I've been havin' engine hiccups the last few Giga-Cycles..." he rumbled and shook his head.
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Post by Red Alert on Sept 24, 2011 13:03:18 GMT -5
"I'm sure that's not supposed to be there either." Red Alert replied, starting to mop up the mess. "Go ahead and see him really quick. I'll be able to clean up the mess here, and I'll contact you right away if I see something wrong with Barricade."
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 24, 2011 15:43:22 GMT -5
Ironhide finished cleaning himself off them and nodded. He didn't mind visiting Ratchet, though he hated medical procedures. In this instance, it was getting very uncomfortable to just leave it be, and if he was going to be there for Barricade, he needed to be in top shape, or at least as close to it as he could get anyway. He finally nodded and stood, setting the rags aside in a small and easy to grab pile. "Yeah, I prolly should get a once over anyway... Primus I hate maintenance checkups..." he groaned softly and stepped over to the door. He paused then and looked back at Red Alert for a moment. "Red... I'm sorry about what I said... I... I was just... upset... and afraid fer him... I know ya miss Jazz... I wish... I wish we coulda saved him..." he offered softly and lowered his head a bit. He could well imagine how Red Alert must have felt when Jazz left him behind on Cybertron, only to find out later that Jazz had been killed. The poor mech had probably gone through one of his worst glitch attacks of his life then. "If ya need a bot ta look after security fer ya so ya can recharge, let me know. It ain't right fer ya ta have ta do it all alone." he suggested, then turned to the door, pulling it open to leave.
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Post by Red Alert on Sept 24, 2011 20:33:50 GMT -5
Red Alert shook his helm, waving the incident off. "You were angry, and I'm sure you did everything you could to save him. It's alright, Ironhide. I'm somewhat used to comments like that." He replied as he cleaned, though he did look up at Ironhide as he spoke, his dark blue optics glowing softly. "And thanks for the offer. I'll keep it in mind, but I think I'll be fine for a little while longer." He leaned a bit on the mop, trying to mask just how tired he actually was, though he knew he had at least a couple more hours in him. "Go on and see Ratchet. You're going to want to get that checked out soon so he can fix it before it gets any worse."
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Post by Ironhide on Sept 24, 2011 21:24:10 GMT -5
Ironhide looked back at Red Alert, giving him a bit of a smile. "Alright. Ya know how ta find me if ya need me." he said, and stepped out, closing the door more gently this time. He vented a heavy sigh before turning to head down the corridor towards the med bay. He wasn't sure how he would explain his visit to Ratchet, though he had ideas. He wasn't about to go into what had happened in Red Alert's office, though he could just let Ratchet know his tanks seemed to be getting increasingly more easily agitated lately. He nodded to himself as he headed down the hall towards the med bay, and his old friend Ratchet.
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Post by Red Alert on Sept 24, 2011 21:31:28 GMT -5
Once the mess had been cleaned up, Red Alert put the mop and bucket near the door. The next time he went out, he'd take them with to clean them out, and the fact that they needed to be cleaned would make him leave sooner than normal. With a sigh, he sat down in his chair and leaned back. The lack of recharge was starting to have a bigger drain on his systems, and it made him rethink trying to go a few more hours. "Just a nap..." He finally decided, walking over to where the berth was, the berth sliding out of the wall. As he laid down, he connected himself to the system so he could passively monitor it while he was recharging, and he would awake immediately if something set of a sensor.
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