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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2011 0:59:36 GMT -5
((October 15th-5:00 pm-Starts in Sideswipe's quarters))
Sideswipe had been out all night and most of that day, but the last couple of hours were like murder. His processor was pounding in his head, his body felt several tons heavier then it should, and anyone with a good sense of smell could smell the high grade from his systems. Several of the high grade bottles also lied about on the floor, many left scatter about and one unfinished one was at the side of his berth. It was enough for a handful of transformers or a small party, much more then a bot should have. Yet Sideswipe knew his addiction had gone out of control, about as close, if not worse, then Jolt's. It was affecting him physically and mentally, not to mention those around him.
Already he was close to losing his best friend and he had deprived himself of seeing his daughter or spending much time with his friends and brother as he use to. It was an obvious change for the normally hyped up, energetic blades master, especially when he always was focused on his training and position as a combat instructor. Now he was losing the focus, that drive to be the best, losing his skill as a warrior. Or he was beginning to lack those skills he was quite skilled in. Shaking his head Sideswipe turned on his side, by now having lied there for a few hours and by now had missed his early training sessions and was missing one right now.
{"Ironhide is going to kill me if he finds out. Primus I wouldn't doubt he would smell the high grade."} He thought miserably and full of guilt for letting this get so out of hand. Forcing himself to stand and having to deal with dizziness and form of nausea hitting Sideswipe went to cleaning the bottles up, hiding them away in the usual spot he kept his stashing and sighed, wincing as a wave of pain hit his processor once more. "Slag this was a stupid idea." He groaned before coming to his berth and collapsing again.
It was nothing but an addition, a dangerous one that could very well destroy him if he wasn't careful. It was something very well spiraling out of control.
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Post by Ironhide on Dec 3, 2011 13:56:58 GMT -5
Ironhide had been noticing a bit of a change in Sideswipe, but figured the young mech was suffering from boredom and was getting restless again. But missing his training sessions was simply out of the question in Ironhide's processor, and the burly weapons specialist was not about to put up with that for long. Oh no. With a heavy snort and a shake of his head, he left the training yard and headed to the Autobot's barracks where the smaller mechs quarters were, going straight to Sideswipe's room. He figured that was as good a place as any to start looking for the absentee blade master. Young as he was, Sideswipe was pretty much considered Ironhide's equal in combat, though his specialty was different, and the two complimented each other well on the battle field, when Sideswipe didn't let his ego get in the way. Ironhide had all but broken that attitude out of the smaller wheel footed mech, and now apparently he needed reminding to deal with his duties as an instructor. As Ironhide reached Sideswipe's door, he lifted his hand to knock, but paused, catching something in the air. He leaned in, his olfactory sensors close to the space between the door and its frame, and breathed in, sampling the air. Yeah, Sideswipe was in there alright, and with him was the strong scent of too much high grade. He scowled at the door then, and without a sound or word, he punched the door, hard, blowing it wide open with a discharge from his cannon. He then stepped in and glared at Sideswipe darkly, his sensors picking up the scent of high grade and making him snort derisively.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2011 16:02:17 GMT -5
He was screwed, Sideswipe didn't even flinch since he knew only one mech on base was more then open to breaking down a door when something was obviously out of place. Sure enough as Sideswipe pushed himself up he was looking at his former mentor with an expression if knowing why he was there,"I admit it I've screwed up big time 'Hide." He mumbled softly, knowing Ironhide could smell things nearly better then anyone he had known, and he look was enough to give the silver mech a clue as to why his door was being blown down. Though would the burly mech inquire about how much high grade he drank or would he smell it from it running through his systems? Whichever it was Sideswipe knew he was in deep slag and he would be seeing the training yard for sure and not for the good reasons.
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Post by Ironhide on Dec 3, 2011 21:51:56 GMT -5
Ironhide snorted in response and moved forward towards Sideswipe, sniffed at him, then vented sharply. "Yeah, n yer in deep slag with me, ya lil scraplet." he growled and quite literally scruffed Sideswipe, grabbing hold of the smaller mech's upper back armor plates and lifting him off the ground. "Time fer ya ta learn a hard lesson, Sideswipe, n learn it good." he growled and turned, dragging Sideswipe out of his room and forcing him down the hall with him, keeping a firm grip on his armor as he marched the smaller mech straight to the closed training yard.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2011 22:33:57 GMT -5
Sideswipe gulped a bit but grunted as he was lifted off the ground, though like getting away would really have been possible. But with no option he obediently went along with Ironhide, feeling his tight grip on his back armor and was a little unsure of what to expect until they came to the training yard and seemed puzzled. Though he was still getting over his hang over and blinked a few times to focus,"We're training?" Sideswipe asked with confusion thinking he was going to end up fighting Ironhide but then another thought came to his processor, as much as it hurt to think, that he wasn't fighting Ironhide he was going to run through a coarse. {"This isn't going to be fun."}
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Post by Ironhide on Dec 3, 2011 22:50:06 GMT -5
Ironhide snorted and sealed the door to the training course so Sideswipe couldn't get away. This was an obstacle course and it was set up for stun fire activation for added incentive, which Ironhide activated and rather unceremoniously shoved the mech forward, letting him drop to the ground. "Yup, n ya better get movin' the turrets 're active." he snapped back, making sure the level of difficulty was set to give himself a real challenge, which would force Sideswipe to scramble hard for his life. While the shots from the turrets weren't lethal, they still hurt like they were, which would give any mech incentive to not let himself get hit.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2011 23:06:53 GMT -5
Sideswipe fell the floor looking at Ironhide but looked up quickly as the turrets suddenly aimed right for him before firing and forcing the mech having scramble away and get to his feet, though he was fairly unsteady when trying to stand and fell once more. Though the turrets gave him no break as they fired and Sideswipe once more forced himself to stand and try to dodge the oncoming fire. Next to dizziness and trying to focus on his instinct for battle it made his processor ache like the Pit, and he knew he very well deserved it. But still this seemed a little over the top,”Ironhide come on this is a little much!” he called ejecting his swords to block a few shots but winced as a few grazed his shoulders.
Damn he knew Ironhide could give a hard lesson but like this? This was nothing compared to all the slaps on the head, being beaten down in training, or getting scolded for doing something wrong, no it was a hundred times worse! But the turrets were forcing him to move, zigzagging to ducking or just dodging to where he was hitting the deck and contorting his body at odd angles. That’s of course when he didn’t fall straight on his aft, having to scramble back to his feet that nearly rolled from right under him. All the movement was also making him feel sick to his tank, and any more of this movement he was sure to purge at any given time.
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Post by Ironhide on Dec 3, 2011 23:14:22 GMT -5
Ironhide watched Sideswipe as he scrambled clumsily around trying desperately to evade the shots, his own signal deeply masked as he stood still as a statue so the turrets wouldn't target him. He knew he was being hard on Sideswipe, but the silver mech needed to learn. If he were deep in high grade or suffering a hangover and the Decepticons attacked, Sideswipe would be dead and Ironhide knew it. That was why he pushed so hard, that was why he made Sideswipe go through this. One way or another he had to learn, and Ironhide would rather Sideswipe learn from him rather than from the business end of a Decepticon fusion cannon. So he kept quiet and watched, waiting for the inevitable, but he would not stop the exercise just because Sideswipe purged. The Decepticons wouldn't let up, and Ironhide knew it. Sideswipe had to learn, that was all there was to it.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 3, 2011 23:26:16 GMT -5
Sideswipe finally rolled behind a pillar for cover, suddenly leaning forward and purging most of what his systems had been taking in and most of it being the high grade. It was an uncomfortable feeling that was for sure, and Sideswipe ended up purging a few more times before wiping his mouth and having to push himself up, panting a bit already. He had to focus, push past the dizziness and get through this hang over that was obviously making his usual performance terrible.
Retracted his blades he shook his head before speeding from behind the pillar as the turrets began to fire, following his signal. This was his fault for dwelling into an addiction of something he had drank on occasion, sometimes sneaking it with Sunstreaker and the last thing he wanted was to push away those he loved. His thoughts went to Notitia and the injury she had sustained from pulling too hard ot be free, then to what his brother might very well be thinking when Sunstreaker could very well sense his state of being, and of how his friends felt for his change in attitude.
His thoughts though slowed him down a little and he yelped as a few shots caught his side and a few caught him in the aft making him speed up, though again the wave of nausea hit and he had to deeply mask his signal just to pause and purging a few more times, coughing a bit to just get it out of his throat.
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Post by Ironhide on Dec 3, 2011 23:53:48 GMT -5
Ironhide watched, though his expression remained stern and hard, inside his Spark went out to his young friend. He hated having to do this to Sideswipe, but he also knew that it was for his own good. Ironhide well knew what addictions could do to a mech, he had seen it happen to others in Kaon during the Tribal Wars, and he nearly fell victim to it himself once.
His thoughts then reflected back to the years during reunification, before the war, all the times he went to Kaon and found young Sparklings laying dead from Energon starvation or being mutilated by bigger stronger mechs. The pain of seeing their thin and tortured chassis would tear at his Spark and when he'd return to Iacon he'd lose himself in high grade for a few nights just to sleep. He would come out of it though, taking some solace in the knowledge there were some he did save and that they were alive and well. What he had never expected was to fall in love with one of them, the two of them growing closer, becoming lovers together. After losing him to an accident and being told by others that it was a deliberate betrayal, that the young mech he loved had actually tried to murder him, Ironhide all but went mad, hunting his love through the streets of Kaon for a full Deca-Cycle before reluctantly going back to Iacon. But the pain was just too much to bear and he began to drown himself in high grade, wanting the whole world to just go away. It had been Ratchet who pulled him out of his agonized stupor and helped to get him back on his pedes again. Ratchet was always good to him, always took care of him, and Ratchet had gotten Ironhide off the high grade. It was because of that close friendship with the stubborn medic that drove Ironhide to seek out Optimus' group when the war started. And now he knew what had really happened the day he got the jagged scar on his chest; it had all been a mistake, an accident, and the one he loved was terrified of what he had done and what others would do to him for it. The poor young mech had run for his life out of sheer terror, leaving them both bewildered and in pain for far too long. Of course, Ironhide was not without fault in the whole thing, he let himself believe what others said instead of listening to his Spark and believing in the one he loved. Thus the rift that tore them apart for far too long. Now all was forgiven between them and Ironhide was determined to rebuild what they had lost.
Returning to the present, Ironhide looked on as Sideswipe went through another hard purge, knowing the younger mech's tanks were likely bound up on themselves by now, making it all the more uncomfortable for him. But all he could do was watch and let the turrets chase Sideswipe relentlessly, and Ironhide was going to let it go until Sideswipe collapsed completely. Until then, he would make the wheel footed blade master run and fight as if his life depended on it. He had to make sure the hard lesson had sunk into the stubborn silver mech's processor so he would never forget it, for his own sake.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2011 0:09:29 GMT -5
When he had finished Sideswipe unmasked his signal and began to race around to avoid the shots, barely wincing this time as a few scraped his armor, but his hang over was passing, his thoughts that were once jumbled he began to push aside and focus on what was going on. Yes he had been stupid, letting his past failures and guilt catch up to him, causing him to try and forget all those times yet they always came back and he would just try and drown them out in more and more high grade. What had start in small doses turned into a possible fatal situation that would destroy his systems.
As he continued to dodge, purging a little from the movement now and again but he only wiped away what remained on his mouth and continued. Eventually Sideswipe did begin to show some of his old self, losing track of how long they had been there, and was growing sick of these turrets, sick of being hung over every day and possibly losing everything from things in the past. Skidding to a halt Sideswipe brought the machine guns mounted on his shoulders forward and began to fire round after round of bullets at the turrets, gritting his denta since he was sick of these damn things shooting him!
Through it all however he found himself getting hit quite a bit from not moving, not dodging a single shot as he finally shot the last turret and using his last bit of energy from the last traces of high grade in his systems. Stopping the firing the machine guns folded onto his back again and the silver mech collapsed, panting heavily from the sudden exertion and loss of so much energy, the dizziness and processor ache gone."Okay 'Hide you got me...can hardly move a fragging part of my body." he rumbled, closing his optics to catch his breathe.
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Post by Ironhide on Dec 4, 2011 0:17:50 GMT -5
Ironhide grunted a bit, shutting down the system so the self repair mode could kick in, and he walked up to Sideswipe, looking down at him. He then roughly kicked the silver mech in the side, right where his sore tank was just for emphasis. He brought his cannons forward, aiming them at Sideswipe. "Get up, Sideswipe." he growled. "Now." He wasn't done with his young protege just yet, now he was going to physically beat Sideswipe down, though not more than he knew the silver mech could handle. He wasn't intending to break him, only make sure the lesson was well and truly received loud and clear. And Ironhide was not one to coddle his students, ever.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2011 0:39:32 GMT -5
Sideswipe looked up at his old mentor, his breathing starting to become somewhat normal and he grunted from the rough kick yet his gaze didn't waver from Ironhide. Using some strength he pushed himself up, keeping his gaze locked with the older mech's and never looking at the cannons since he knew Ironhide wouldn't plan to use them, least not at a power that could potentially send him to the med bay for a few days, maybe a week at the most or more. Now it seemed the next part was coming.
"I'm not fighting you 'Hide, I know what I did was stupid and I suffered from it to nearly losing a friend already."He said calmly, though the younger mech could see he was in for a world of hurt no matter what he said. If he had to he would take the beating and deal with the pain to follow,"So you going to just going to aim your cannons at me all day or do something besides a kick to my side?"He asked crossing his arms, focused at last for the first real time in months since he started his addiction.
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Post by Ironhide on Dec 4, 2011 0:55:29 GMT -5
Ironhide snorted and simply fired his plasma launcher straight at Sideswipe's chest. Though the power level was set for stun, it still hurt like he had shot a gaping hole through the smaller mech's chassis. "Ye'll learn er ye'll die, Sideswipe. One way er 'nother, ye'll get it through yer thick cranial plating." He then fired again, aiming for the same spot, straight at Sideswipe's chest, though he suppressed the urge to flinch when the younger mech cried out in pain from the shots. He had to be firm, he had to be hard, for Sideswipe's sake, or the wheel footed mech would never learn. "Tell me why ya did it er I'll just keep shootin' til ya go inta stasis lock." he growled darkly, readying another shot. "Then I'll wake yer aft up n we'll have this go 'round again til ya come clean." he promised.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2011 1:02:15 GMT -5
Sideswipe's optics widened as he stumbled back from the shot with a yelp of pain, the next shot making him yell out as he landed on his back. Ironhide really shot him and any threats he ever made when angry were ones not to be taken as a joke, "Just..."He paused for a moment, thinking of how to explain the reason,"Just been thinking about the past a lot and things started to catch up with me. Been feeling old guilt and failure starting to weigh down on my Spark I wanted to forget it all."He said, turning his gaze to the ground since he only expected for Ironhide to criticize him for acting like a sparkling and immature, and likely another form of beating.
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