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Post by Barricade on Oct 11, 2012 13:44:10 GMT -5
((10 September 2027, Main grounds of NEST Base)) Barricade let out a sigh as he walked. His wrists were shackled together by low-level stasis cuffs, intended to prevent him from running, or being able to effectively attack with his claws. They were mostly there for show, however, as he had no intention of harming his escort. The day that Barricade had been looking towards with a mixed sense of dread and hope had arrived. It was the day of his trial. Everything he'd done would be laid out, looked over, and it would be decided what his punishment would be. Well, everything that the Autobots knew about. Ironhide was the only one who knew of Barricade's connection to the old Combat Control project. As far as most anyone else was concerned, all lower-level Decepticons involved were dead.
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Post by Ironhide on Oct 11, 2012 14:11:09 GMT -5
Ironhide looked over at Barricade, a pained look in his optics. He stopped then, his hand resting on Barricade's shoulder. "I dun wanna do this any more n you do, 'Cade." he offered softly, looking at the shackles for a moment and actually contemplating taking them off. He still loved Barricade in spite of it all, and their reconciliation showed him they had a chance to be together again. "I ain't gonna let 'em lock ya up er off-line ya, I promise ya that." he said sincerely, then vented heavily, shaking his head sadly. He hated seeing Barricade shackled, especially after all the scout had gone through as it was. He looked towards the door that led up to the surface, his Spark aching with worry, but he had hope that Optimus would be fair and listen to what Ironhide had to say.
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Post by Barricade on Oct 11, 2012 14:29:28 GMT -5
"I've been pretty sure that I didn't have death waiting for me." Barricade replied with his typical snort. "You're the only one here who knows about my involvement in Combat Control. If Prime knew about that one...I'd be a lot more worried about this. Still am, seeing as it's my future and all, but it really could be worse." He let out a sigh, his optics drifting to the ground as they stepped out of the brig. "Just hope this is done with quickly..."
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Post by Ironhide on Oct 11, 2012 14:43:09 GMT -5
Ironhide nodded in agreement as he stepped through the brig door with Barricade. He then led the smaller mech down the hall towards the ramp that led up to the surface. As he walked, he vented softly, and once they reached near the top of that ramp, he whispered softly through their secret com frequency, his hand giving Barricade's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. <~"I love ya 'Cade... Always..."~> He then reached for the door, pulling it open and stepping in front of the scout to shield him from the brighter light above and let Barricade's optics adjust more easily even as his own optics squinted against the glare. It was little gestures like this that he used to show Barricade how he truly felt in the hopes that the younger scout would truly choose to rekindle their relationship again. He missed Barricade far more than he expected and it showed in their shared evenings together, private moments kept as well guarded secrets by Red Alert, the only mech who knew about their nights together.
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Post by Barricade on Oct 14, 2012 13:03:54 GMT -5
Barricade still partially shuttered his optics when they stepped into the blinding sunlight, though he did appreciate the gesture from Ironhide. <~"Careful, Ironhide. You'll let the proverbial cat out of the bag. Right now, Red Alert and Huntress are the only ones who know. Word gets out, we might be in some trouble."~> Something was stirring in the back of Barricade's processor, but it was remaining quiet for now, waiting for the right moment.
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Post by Ironhide on Oct 15, 2012 3:23:15 GMT -5
Ironhide glanced back at Barricade with a smirk. <~"If all this goes the way I think it'll go, won't much matter then if they find out. 'Sides, would it really be so bad ta take back what we had, fer each other?"~> he asks sincerely, showing Barricade just how much he really missed what they once shared. He stepped forward fully in the doorway then, venting heavily as he looked out across the tarmac for a moment, thinking of what could be. He then looked back at Barricade. <~"C'mon, lets get this over with."~> he said then and extended his hand towards the younger scout.
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Post by Barricade on Oct 15, 2012 9:05:11 GMT -5
Barricade smirked right back at Ironhide, moving to take his hand. Then, he paused. Something was wrong... <~"Ironhide, stay ba-"~> His com was cut abruptly, and he staggered two steps back from Ironhide, his bound hands reaching for his helm.
{"Oh, no you don't."} Meta's voice echoed into his processor. {"I won't let you simply get locked up where we cannot complete our task, and you might try to have me removed. You let your guard down, thought you were safe. A foolish mistake."}
For what felt like an eternity, but was actually a few seconds, Barricade and Meta fought each other for control. When the fighting ceased, Meta had pushed Barricade to the side, grabbing up control of the body. He kept his head down a bit, aiming to play the part of "Barricade" for as long as he could.
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Post by Ironhide on Oct 16, 2012 5:43:55 GMT -5
When Berricade's expression changed and he sent the beginnings of a warning, then fell back a couple steps, Ironhide knew what was happening as Barricade grabbed for his own head. Ironhide had met Meta before and Meta had openly threatened Barricade's life as well as Ironhide's. Ironhide's optics narrowed as he studied the scout, trying to discern the outcome of the internal fight he was sure was taking place, watching closely for subtle cues that would tell him if it was still his beloved Barricade or if Meta had seized control. He knew Barricade far better than most would believe because of their time together before the war, and though the war had changed them both, there were some things that not even the worst horrors of war could ever touch, things Ironhide and Barricade both knew well. In fact, the only mech who knew Ironhide that well was Ratchet, and not from just a medical standpoint.
The burly mech turned more fully towards Barricade, watching him, reluctant to activate his cannons yet very much on guard, his fists clenched tightly and ready to strike, if only to knock the smaller mech into stasis in the hopes of driving Meta back again. As far as Ironhide was concerned, that was Barricade's chassis and Meta had no business living in it. "'Cade?" he asked warily, his tone low. "Ya still with me?" He would listen carefully to the smaller mech's reply, knowing Meta's voice was different from Barricade's. He had to be certain though, he would only strike if he was sure it was Meta, he didn't want to hurt Barricade by mistake if he could possibly help it.
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Post by Barricade on Oct 16, 2012 11:06:24 GMT -5
"I-I'm fine, Ironhide." Meta did his best to imitate Barricade's voice, hoping to fool Ironhide just long enough. "S-still trying to k-keep him back..." He kept the hands up, focusing his attention on the stasis cuffs. Those would be an issue later. It also served to hide his face from Ironhide for the time. He did not need the weapons expert catching onto him before he had his mobility back.
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Post by Ironhide on Oct 16, 2012 11:17:21 GMT -5
Ironhide frowned darkly at that. "Yer stronger n he is, 'Cade. Slaggit, it's yer chassis, not that parasite's. Meta dun belong in there any more 'n that slagger Soundwave does." he growled darkly, stepping forward towards Barricade. "C'mon 'Cade, ya can fight 'im, box 'im up. I know ya can, ya did it b'fore." he offered more softly, offering his encouragement and faith in the younger scout. He kept close watch on Barricade though, just in case Meta managed to slip though and take over. Ironhide was ready to do what ever Barricade needed him to do to put Meta down and give the scout control of his own chassis, if Meta surfaced.
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Post by Barricade on Oct 16, 2012 11:26:24 GMT -5
With a satisfying fritz, the stasis cuffs shorted out from the hack. Meta grinned behind the hands, stepping backwards a bit. "On the contrary, Ironhide. I am the stronger one." Swiftly, he dropped his hands, his optics flashing white as he began pushing his way into Ironhide's processor in an attempt to take control of his motor functions. At the same time, he searched through Barricade's processor, trying to find the coded block to his transformation, comm, and weapons. "I wonder what the Autobots will think of this display. You know that security bot is watching. What will he think of this display?"
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Post by Ironhide on Oct 16, 2012 11:35:14 GMT -5
Ironhide's snort turned into a roar as he recoiled from the intrusion into his neural core, mental defenses lashing out at the intruder as surely as he lurched forward in an attempt to close the distance between himself and the smaller mech, his fists swinging hard at the source of that slagging voice he wished he could outright kill, but he had to be careful or he'd risk killing Barricade in the process. "SLAGGIN' PARASITE! GIT OUTA HIM!" he roared, swinging hard as he charged blindly back into the hallway that led down towards the brig. He had been between Barricade and the outside, so he hoped his bulk and fury would keep the smaller mech retreating back towards the cell's and maybe allow the Weapons Specialist to corner him and knock him into stasis.
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Post by Barricade on Oct 16, 2012 11:42:31 GMT -5
Meta kept backing up, keeping distance between himself and Ironhide. "I think not. This is my body, now. And soon, I will have yours to control. I know of your capabilities, Ironhide. With them, it would be so easy to lay waste to most of this base, and pave the way for Lord Megatron to wipe out all of you Autobots. I will complete my mission, no matter what. You will be a lovely pawn in this." Several times, Ironhide came too close for Meta's liking, making him back up more and more. With a growl, he moved more of his processor's attention to the block. He would not get cornered.
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Post by Ironhide on Oct 16, 2012 11:52:36 GMT -5
Ironhide snarled viciously in response and mentally he let loose his barrage cannon at the intruder clawing at his processor. "NO!" he roared and with his next swing managed to rip a sizable chunk out of the wall and hurl it in Meta's direction. "I AIN'T LETTIN' SOME SLAGGIN' GLORIFIED VIRUS TAKE HIM OVER! I'LL RIP YER SLAGGIN' PROGRAMIN' CODE OUTA HIS CORE, PERSONALLY!" he yelled and continued to fight hard, his fists swinging violently in an effort to find Meta and hopefully dislodge him. Without his vision, all he could do was follow Meta's voice and the sound of his peddes against the flooring. He prayed Red Alert was still watching and would alert the others so that someone could stop Meta before one of his fists connected and seriously injured Barricade. For the moment though, he had no choice but to fight on.
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Post by Barricade on Oct 16, 2012 12:10:45 GMT -5
"Hah! Virus! You obviously don't get it. I am Barricade. There won't be any getting rid of me." The block in his processor finally fell apart, and Meta smirked as the gyro flail whirred to life. Now, he could focus his attention on Ironhide so that he could clear a path to escape. "How's that scar? I think it could use a matching one right above it!" As he pushed harder into Ironhide's processor, he threw the flail, aiming for Ironhide's torso.
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