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Post by Jazz on May 5, 2013 19:35:37 GMT -5
<"Oh, so it's a security call. Incoming Jazz bullet."> he replied and bolted out his door and down the hall towards the security room, knowing he needed to get there fast. Because of his position as First Lieutenant for so long, he was privy to much more secure intel than most Autobots were cleared for. If Red Alert needed him, he knew it was extremely important. It didn't take him long to get to Red's office and he came in, knowing formalities of courtesy were going to have to be ignored for now, though he hated to simply walk in on his dearest friend. "Whatcha got, Red?" he asked and moved to stand next to the Security Officer so he could see what Red Alert was looking at.
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Post by Ironhide on May 5, 2013 20:02:39 GMT -5
Ironhide scowled darkly at that, fearing this unknown mech knew about his connection to Barricade. As far as everyone else was aware, the two hated each other and tried to rip out each other's Sparks on sight. Red Alert was the only one who knew otherwise and swore to keep their secret safe. So how the slag did this little upstart know about it? Of course he was not about to say anything to this Decepticon, knowing that any comment at all would reveal too much, and Ironhide would sooner off line himself than confirm anything about his relationship with Barricade, for fear of losing him all over again. "I'd rather off line yer aft, but it ain't my call." he replied instead and fired again, attempting to trap the smaller mech into dodging into the firing line of one of his cannons.
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Post by Phayze on May 5, 2013 20:06:20 GMT -5
"Oooo....Strike a nerve? That's good. I was hoping it was more than just rumors." Phayze chuckled jumping and flipping around a bit more. "And why all the trouble to bring lil' old me in?" One of his jumps was too late, and a shot from Ironhide's cannon hit him in the leg sending him sprawling.
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Post by Red Alert on May 5, 2013 20:09:12 GMT -5
Red Alert's hand moved to point to the image. "This is the mech that Ironhide is dealing with. Jazz, does he look familiar at all?" The security director asked. Whether Jazz recognized him or not, Red would still have Ironhide bring him in. He knew it was what Optimus would want, in the end.
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Post by Jazz on May 5, 2013 20:24:50 GMT -5
Jazz looked at the image and for a moment he was stumped. But then something flickered in his memory and his optics widened. "Phayze..." he breathed softly. "Primus, I thought he was dead. We'd lost contact with him so long ago, Optimus n I both thought he was caught and off lined for sure..." he muttered out loud. He vented heavily then and looked at Red Alert mournfully. "When the war started, we knew we needed someone in with the Decepticons to give us info so we could keep ahead of them n Phayze volunteered for the deep cover assignment. Optimus n I were the only ones who knew about it and his true intent there, for his protection. For a while it worked, then we lost contact with him. We waited, hoping he would find a way to contact us, but he just... vanished. After a while, we had to let him go. We thought that somehow his cover was blown n he was off lined. We haven't seen alloy or fiber of him since just before the Allspark was launched." he explained, knowing Red Alert needed to know the truth. "We honestly thought he was dead..."
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Post by Ironhide on May 5, 2013 20:28:07 GMT -5
Ironhide snarled darkly and lunged for him when he went sprawling, intending to pin the smaller mech face down under his heavier frame. "Shut it 'fore I decide ta ignore Prime's orders." he growled, trying to position himself so one of his cannons was point blank against the red mech's head as they wrestled on the ground.
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Post by Phayze on May 5, 2013 21:33:05 GMT -5
Phayze let out an "oof!" when Ironhide landed on him while he was working on turning himself over. The hand closest to Ironhide began trying to reach back to claw at the other mech, fighting to get away. "Kinda curious as to why you won't do just that. We both know that you want to." Though he didn't show it, he was annoyed that his other hand had gotten pinned under him. On the inside of his palm was a small electrode pad that would discharge on contact. Luckily, he hadn't come into contact with it. Yet.
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Post by Red Alert on May 5, 2013 21:38:47 GMT -5
Red Alert nodded, understanding the need for secrecy, especially considering that it was well before the start of his time as the Chief of Security. "I had seen something brief, among the personnel files, and I wanted to be sure." <"Ironhide, definitely bring him in still-functional, and in one piece. He's a friendly. Jazz and I can explain a bit later."> Sitting back with a sigh, Re Alert rubbed at the sides of his helm a bit. "At least this night brings you some good news, right Jazz?"
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Post by Jazz on May 5, 2013 21:51:52 GMT -5
Jazz nodded and gave Red a smile, resisting the urge to hug his dear friend, at least for the moment. "Primus knows I prayed he'd be okay. Now I know he's alive, as long as we can keep Ironhide from killing him first. I better get out there n help with that." he told red Alert, turning for the door. "I just hope he didn't turn on us while we were out of contact." he added, knowing that was precisely the kind of thing Red Alert would be paranoid of. With that he headed out at a jog, hoping to reach Ironhide before he tor the poor bot limb from limb.
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Post by Ironhide on May 5, 2013 21:58:19 GMT -5
"Shut it, slag fer processor!" he snarled and punched him in the side of the head to emphasize the point, aiming to hit the sensitive audio receptor cover plate and sensory horn on that side to get him to stop squirming so he could secure the smaller mech for transport to the brig. <"What the slag ya talkin' bout, Red? He's a Con, n Cons ain't friendly!"> he retorted as he struggled to restrain the Decepticon spy. It was clear he was not in a good mood and certainly in no mood for silly games.
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Post by Phayze on May 6, 2013 3:51:50 GMT -5
The blow definitely made Phayze see stars, his processor swimming enough that his struggles lessened a bit. His frame slackened as his processor struggled to recover, his vision swimming. That certainly hurt.
<"Jazz says that he's one of ours who went into deep cover near the start of the war. Only he and Optimus knew about it."> Red Alert replied. <"Jazz says that he stopped communicating with them a while back, and after a while, he and Optimus had given him up for dead, thinking that his cover had been blown."> The possibility that Phayze could have turned on them was a real one to Red Alert, though he was trying his best to keep quiet about it, at least for the time being.
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Post by Ironhide on May 6, 2013 10:45:34 GMT -5
Ironhide grunted and he took the opportunity to pull the mech's arms behind him and attach binders to his wrists. That was when he noticed the small object in his hand and snorted, turning the hand to make him drop it. He wasn't sure what it was and he was not about to chance anything, it could be a signal beacon, a transmitter of some kind, a stasis bolt, or worse. Once it was on the ground, Ironhide shot it to be sure it was destroyed. He was no fool, he's lived as long as he has by paying attention and not letting himself fall prey to the tricks implemented by rival tribes and Decepticons alike. It didn't even occur to him that it might be some sort of data core he'd just destroyed; spy ops just was not Ironhide's forte, and neither was subtlety.
He then tilted his head slightly, listening to what Red Alert told him, then snorted derisively. He then leaned down over the smaller mech, pinning him there firmly. "Tryin' ta preserve yer cover, are ya? Why the long silence n makin' Prime think y'were dead? Or did ya turn on us n betray us t' the 'Cons?" he murmured softly, then reared up, pulling the red mech up with him to stand none too gently. "Well, we'll see what Prime says 'bout that." he growled darkly and began dragging him towards the gate. That was when he saw Jazz jogging his way. "Bit late ain'tcha?" he snorted, though he wasn't mad at Jazz, figuring he was likely in recharge when the whole thing started.
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Post by Jazz on May 6, 2013 10:46:04 GMT -5
Jazz merely shrugged. "Heard ya might need a bit of help not killing him, but looks like ya got it handled." he replied, earning him an irritated snort from Ironhide, to which Jazz merely chuckled in response. Though the look in Jazz' optics betrayed the casual air his posture displayed, showing intense concern as he looked at Phayze. <"Phayze... what happened to you, man? We... we feared the worst when we lost contact with you..."> he sent over a secure link to the spy, the worry in his voice clear enough. <"Primus, I'm so glad you're alive."> he added as he followed Ironhide back through the gate.
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Post by Phayze on May 6, 2013 13:49:24 GMT -5
Phayze let out an annoyed growl as Ironhide hauled him to his feet, kicking out to either hit Ironhide or impede their movement towards the base. "Cover? I ain't got the faintest of what you're talking about. I don't have a 'cover!' I haven't been talking to Prime, either! You're both certifiably crazy!"
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Post by Ironhide on May 6, 2013 13:58:56 GMT -5
Ironhide growled darkly and punched him in the side of the head again to quiet him down. "Sounds like ya turned traitor then. Well, either way, in the brig ya go." he snorted and hefted him up over his shoulder so he could better restrain the red mech's legs, and make it easier to walk, let alone get him in the brig.
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