Flashback - Mathematical Principals (closed)
Nov 4, 2012 17:26:17 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 4, 2012 17:26:17 GMT -5
The alarm klaxons were a sound one learned to tune out after awhile, barring the first moment when they kicked on and everyone switched their comms to the base-wide emergency channels. Attack alert, northwest tertiary perimeter, standing guard outnumbered, requesting backup. The on-call duty roster was already flagged, squad rotations scrolling past; Ironhide met Chromia's gaze over the top of their sparkling's head where Bluestreak had hunched in hir seat at the first sound of the alarm, and exvented heavily. "So much for a bit of down time."
Chromia grinned, the expression flickering in her optics, and cupped a hand over Bluestreak's helm. "Always just when you think you've got free time, huh?" she shot back, and then, to Blue - "Have to go, sparklet. Sorry. We'll be back as soon as we can."
Ironhide bit back a curse, silenced before he ever gave it voice by a subroutine that kept the more virulent phrases away from developing sparkling audios after the infamous 'fragger' incident. Chromia's squad had already scrolled past his HUD, his own was up next. "Inconsiderate fraggers," he grumbled, which was safe and nothing Blue hadn't heard before. "Yeh'd think they planned this for th' first down-shift we've had all decacycle."
Sparkling optics, already big in hir small face, were getting steadily larger in the way that indicated an upset Blue. Chromia, ever prudent, laid a kiss on Blue's helm and made a quick escape from their table. Ironhide scooped the small frame up for a quick, tight hug, rumbling a soothing note, his own optics already searching across the rec room for any of their usual caretaking substitutes.
None of whom were in sight. Scrap. A quick survey of who was there - and wasn't immediately departing to duty stations - left him with a handful of the science geek squad to pick from. With another hug and a quick kiss Ironhide slid Bluestreak down to hir own pedes as he stood up. "Hey Blue - see th' red an' blue mech over there? Name's Perceptor. Why don't yeh go sit with him an' th' group over there 'til Mia an' meh get back, okay? Won't take more'n a couple kliks, just gotta send some 'Cons packing. Ain't nothin' t' worry about. Okay?"
Getting a nod from their beautiful and brave little sparklet, Ironhide indulged them both with one more hug, field pulsing pride and love, and then gave Bluestreak a little nudge towards the group of scientists sitting over by the far wall. ::Bitlet, incomin',:: he commed them tersely. ::Just watch hir til' we get back, alright?::
His squad number was flashing red, immediate deployment, on his HUD. Biting back another slew of words he couldn't say until out of Bluestreak's hearing, Ironhide headed out.
Chromia grinned, the expression flickering in her optics, and cupped a hand over Bluestreak's helm. "Always just when you think you've got free time, huh?" she shot back, and then, to Blue - "Have to go, sparklet. Sorry. We'll be back as soon as we can."
Ironhide bit back a curse, silenced before he ever gave it voice by a subroutine that kept the more virulent phrases away from developing sparkling audios after the infamous 'fragger' incident. Chromia's squad had already scrolled past his HUD, his own was up next. "Inconsiderate fraggers," he grumbled, which was safe and nothing Blue hadn't heard before. "Yeh'd think they planned this for th' first down-shift we've had all decacycle."
Sparkling optics, already big in hir small face, were getting steadily larger in the way that indicated an upset Blue. Chromia, ever prudent, laid a kiss on Blue's helm and made a quick escape from their table. Ironhide scooped the small frame up for a quick, tight hug, rumbling a soothing note, his own optics already searching across the rec room for any of their usual caretaking substitutes.
None of whom were in sight. Scrap. A quick survey of who was there - and wasn't immediately departing to duty stations - left him with a handful of the science geek squad to pick from. With another hug and a quick kiss Ironhide slid Bluestreak down to hir own pedes as he stood up. "Hey Blue - see th' red an' blue mech over there? Name's Perceptor. Why don't yeh go sit with him an' th' group over there 'til Mia an' meh get back, okay? Won't take more'n a couple kliks, just gotta send some 'Cons packing. Ain't nothin' t' worry about. Okay?"
Getting a nod from their beautiful and brave little sparklet, Ironhide indulged them both with one more hug, field pulsing pride and love, and then gave Bluestreak a little nudge towards the group of scientists sitting over by the far wall. ::Bitlet, incomin',:: he commed them tersely. ::Just watch hir til' we get back, alright?::
His squad number was flashing red, immediate deployment, on his HUD. Biting back another slew of words he couldn't say until out of Bluestreak's hearing, Ironhide headed out.