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Post by Ironhide on May 6, 2013 19:58:30 GMT -5
Ironhide kept going, heading straight for the tarmac where he transformed and bolted for the gate. <"I got no choice, Red. They're lookin' fer 'im n I gotta find 'im first. They kill 'im, may as well kill me too. Take care o Jazz, dun let Megatron get hold o him."> he replied, then closed the com and accessed a secret com, a frequency only used by one other of their kind. <~"'Cade, where are ya? 'Cade please, it ain't safe fer ya no more; they're gonna kill ya. Come back ta me, 'Cade... please..."~> he pleaded, a tremor of fear in his voice as he tried to call out to Barricade, hoping he'd respond, praying he was still safe.
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Post by Red Alert on May 6, 2013 20:04:56 GMT -5
Red Alert shook his helm at Jazz's questioning look, giving a wave. "I'm fine, Jazz. Just a little stressed. I'll warn you if anything is about to happen." Inwardly, he was sighing and shaking his head at Ironhide. {"Primus....I am surrounded by Sparklings...."} <"Ironhide, I swear, once you come back, you're grounded...">
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Post by Jazz on May 6, 2013 21:18:33 GMT -5
Jazz nodded a bit, though he was still worried about Red Alert as much as he was himself. "Mmm... hh... wants to... eat my... Primus..." he shuddered, his hands clutching his chest as if to protect his Spark. He had tried so hard to hide the fact that he was terrified of the Decepticon leader ever since he had ripped Jazz in half, but this new revelation left the normally easy going silver mech virtually paralyzed. He leaned back against the wall heavily then as the nightmare reared up in his processor with a vengeance, taking an insidious turn as he saw himself not just ripped in half, but watching in horror as Megatron reached inside his torn chassis and ripped his Spark from his chest and sank his jagged fangs into it, hearing his own Spark screaming in agony. That was when Jazz recoiled hard along the wall with a shriek before tripping and falling on the ground kicking and screaming as if desperately fighting off something attacking him. "No! Let me go!" he cried out frantically, trying to scramble away.
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Post by Red Alert on May 7, 2013 9:20:01 GMT -5
Jazz's sudden change in demeanor worried Red Alert, and he was about to ask the lithe silver bot what was wrong when he suddenly began panicking and crying out. "Jazz! Jazz, there's no one here except for you and myself!" <"Jazz, he's not here, and he's not going to get you."> He did his best to be reassuring, but it was difficult for him to keep down his own rising fear. He reached out, trying to put a hand on Jazz. "Megatron's not here."
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Post by Jazz on May 7, 2013 11:42:05 GMT -5
In his panic, all Jazz could see was Megatron tearing him apart, all he could hear was Megatron's laughter and the dying screams of his own Spark, and all he felt was agony spreading through his chassis. Amidst his panicked screams, Red Alert could hear the terrified cries of his tiny symbiotes huddled inside his chest under his armor. None of them dared to poke their heads out to see what was happening they were so scared, but then when they heard Red Alert call out to Jazz, Reggae, the brave little dog bot, dared to poke his tiny little head out from a gap in Jazz' left shoulder armor. As soon as he saw Red Alert, he let out a fearful bark and jumped clear of his master's flailing frame, looking at Red Alert and hoping he could do something to help.
That was when a thought occurred to the tiny bot and he barked at Red Alert frantically, transmitting an image over a private com line of Red kneeling behind Jazz and holding him with Jazz' head against his chest. If he could get behind Jazz, then the silver bot would literally end up retreating right into Red Alert's arms. All Reggae could do was hope that Red Alert would understand and be able to help his stricken master.
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Post by Red Alert on May 7, 2013 11:49:19 GMT -5
Red Alert nodded to the small symbiote, trying to maneuver himself around the flailing silver bot. When he finally did get behind Jazz, he did his best to get his arms around his friend to hold him close. "Jazz, it's alright. Megatron can't get you here, and he certainly won't....won't touch you..." The thought of what Megatron might do to any of them made Red Alert shudder, a couple more small sparks flashing across his sensory horns. He fought hard to keep his glitch under control, though. Jazz needed him right now.
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Post by Jazz on May 7, 2013 12:18:15 GMT -5
Reggae watched as Jazz pretty much crawled right into Red Alert's arms, clinging to him for dear life and shaking uncontrollably. As Red Alert held him, Jazz seemed to sense his familiar protective presence and his cries softened to whimpers as he curled up against the Security Officer. After several minutes, the stricken silver mech had finally quieted down, venting heavily and still trembling, his optics tightly shuttered, clinging to Red Alert like a terrified Sparkling, his head resting against Red's chest. Reggae crept closer, then climbed up onto Jazz' curled up frame so he could get to his brothers, who had calmed somewhat now that their Master was no longer screaming in terror. Reggae looked up at Red Alert then and offered a soft whine of gratitude, giving the red mech's arm a few gentle licks before he retreated back under Jazz' armor to comfort his brothers.
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Post by Red Alert on May 7, 2013 19:07:53 GMT -5
Red Alert held on tightly to Jazz, though he winced at the feeling of the small canine licking his arm, trying his best not to flinch away. After the symbiote had retreated, Red Alert remained where he was, holding onto Jazz for as long as the silver bot needed him there, remaining quiet for the time being.
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Post by Jazz on May 7, 2013 19:24:42 GMT -5
It took some time for the nightmares to dissipate and for his system to return to normal again, and for a little while, he seemed to be sleeping in Red Alert's arms. After an hour or so of this, Jazz finally stirred and opened his optics, looking up at his dearest friend for a moment. "Red..." he murmured softly and nestled his head against Red Alert's chest. "I'm sorry..." He felt weak and useless to everyone, including those closest to him, every time the nightmares tore into him, and this time was no different. If he couldn't deal with the nightmares and the terror that gripped his Spark, how could he possibly help the other Autobots when they needed him most?
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Post by Red Alert on May 7, 2013 19:27:43 GMT -5
"It's alright, Jazz." Red Alert soothed. "I admit that I was on the verge of doing similar. It is a terrifying thought, and not one to dwell on." He did his best to give a comforting smile. "Did you still with to travel to the brig to see Phayze?"
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Post by Jazz on May 7, 2013 19:34:47 GMT -5
Jazz nodded a bit and turned his head to bury his face against Red's chest. At the mention of Phayze, he looked up at the red mech as if surprised, then his processor caught up with what was happening and he relaxed a bit. "Yeah, I think I better." he answered and started to pull himself up onto his peds again.
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Post by Red Alert on May 7, 2013 19:37:02 GMT -5
Red Alert gave a nod, beginning to stand, as well as offering Jazz any help he might need in getting up. "He is back, though. Which is better than him being over there still, I would think." Red Alert commented, walking towards the brig once Jazz had stabilized some. "Though, I would assume that this is the end of that mission."
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Post by Jazz on May 7, 2013 19:42:21 GMT -5
Jazz nodded in agreement, trying to regain his composure. "Yeah, there's no way I'd let him go back out there, not with the way he is now." he replied and walked with Red Alert into the brig. Once in the inner chamber with the holding cells, he looked at Phayze, his expression a bit mournful. "Phayze, do you remember me? We were friends, we trained in Special Ops together." he offered gently, moving to stand just a few feet from the cell. He had to hope that he could pull Phayze at least partly back to himself and help him remember who he was.
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Post by Red Alert on May 7, 2013 19:48:06 GMT -5
Once in the brig, Red Alert stepped to the side while Jazz began to talk with Phayze. He didn't know the mech at all, and so figured that he would be little to no use here, save for support for Jazz. For now, he would remain quiet, most of his attention drifting to the security system.
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Phayze
Laser Fodder
Undercover Psy Ops
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Post by Phayze on May 7, 2013 19:56:10 GMT -5
Phayze had given up trying to wrestle his way out of the binders, sitting himself on the edge of the berth inside his cell. At the sound of Red Alert and Jazz entering, he looked up, three violet optics watching his cell door. "Jazz; First Lieutenant of the Autobots and the head of Special Operations. Offlined by Megatron during the battle for the All Spark. The death was a severe blow to the morale of the Autobots, and the subsequent resurrection has been proving to be a large morale booster."
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