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Characters: First Aid Location: The deserts outside Jasper, Nevada Content Warnings: n/a Plot Summary: In desperate need of a medic; Barricade kidnaps First Aid.
There was no other choice for him now. The warnings he got across his optics were almost constant now, and the pain in his chassis was getting to unbearable levels. He didn't dare turn off the receptors, not when the damage could be in his spark chamber itself. He needed to know what was going on, and the ragged state of his chassis was not a good sign. He needed a medic, and he needed one NOW.
The Autobots were going to be extremely displeased with him later, but what other option was left to him? He didn't trust anyone with medical training in the Decepticon ranks, and Ratchet was almost always under guard. So it had to be someone that wouldn't immediately be missed. The only other truly medically inclined mech Barricade knew about was First Aid, and of him he knew only the basics. At least the little mech would be safe with him. He had no reason to harm a medic, unless he was assaulted first. He needed help, and if he were sweet about it perhaps he wouldn't have to threaten the other with anything. And he'd owe him. Not that he'd say so, but his honor demanded he do something. So there was that.
Once the medic was safely outside the confines of the base, and immediate rescue the hunter struck. He worked swiftly to silence First Aid, even going so far as to lay a blanket blackout over the others communications as best he could so that he didn't just call out for help. He needed the assistance and couldn't try this again. His systems were failing.
So he herded the other, waiting until they were far away before speaking. "Relax, mech. I don't want to hurt you. I need your help." Badly.
First Aid was just out on patrol. He wouldn't fight any Decepticons he saw. He didn't have the skill-set, except for basic self defense. But even that in a fight wouldn't last long. No, if he saw Decepticons, he was to report to base.
However, that proved to be a useless tactic as his communications were completely cut off. Even though, First Aid couldn't comm anyone for back up, that didn't stop him from yelling out for help.
This was Barricade. First Aid didn't know what Barricade wanted from him, but he didn't have much of a choice but to follow him. All self-defense tactics were failing. Perhaps he needed to invest in some training beyond basic defense.
Panic still bubbled in the medic, even when Barricade tried to get him to relax. Relaxing was not happening.
"You... If you needed help, why did you kidnap me!" First Aid burst out, stress making his vocalizer crackle. He hadn't been kidnapped in a very long time. And when he was kidnapped last, it did not end well for him.
"Because if I hadn't my spark would be going out this time tommorow." He snapped, venting loudly as he came to a stop, parking himself in the entry to the shallow canyon he'd herded the other mech into. "If I meant you harm, medic, you would know by now. I typically keep my word." For those that knew him Barricade was one of those that always went through with his threats. Which was why he didn't pick a fight with someone he knew would kick him into a smear on the ground.
He vented again, frame vibrating slightly as he cleared his sensors of the warnings his processor was flashing at him. "I don't have time to be negotiating peacefully with the blasted Autobot command structure." His tone had shifted just slightly, purposefully sounding panicked. And the pain, well that wasn't fake, but he was using it to hopefully his advantage. After all, some medics were bleeding sparks when someone needed their help.
"I'm going to transform now, please don't shoot me." Did First Aid even have weapons? He wasn't sure and his scan of his memory banks proved fruitless on the answer. So he transformed, the sound of metal ripping from his moorings filling the air for a moment as something shifted and sheered off as he shifted forms. Yes, his sequence ran fast, but that didn't stop the pain. Nor the fact that he had to brace his hands against the ground as his frame sparked violently and the world swam.
Weak. He hated being this way. But still, he was strong enough to deal with one little medic. "Anymore questions?"
"I'm the bad cop. Don't bother to ask for the good cop, I killed him."
First Aid looked at Barricade warily. He couldn't trust him. And no, First Aid didn't have any weapons on him. Whatever weapons he had were damaged in the crash a month or so ago.
First Aid vented softly. As long as he was here... He doubted that Barricade would let him go if he refused anyway.
"I can't keep this a secret from command," First Aid said. "I won't lie to them about your presence. But I will help you."
"I didn't ask you to lie to them, medic, just to help me." His frame heaved as he pushed himself back to his pedes. That only lasted a minute before he landed, quite ungracefully, on his aft. A loud growl formed out of his engine at his own predicament. If First Aid wanted to, it was quite simple to walk right past him. He'd be in stasis lock soon, then into terminal spark failure. He didn't have to know anything beyond field repairs to understand that concept.
Red optics regarded the smaller mech. "Tell me what to do." Did he need to be lying flat or something? Did the medic even have tools on him? He would know the answer if this were Ratchet he was dealing with. Of course, if he were dealing with the Autobot's CMO he'd have had the slag kicked out of him already. Cranky medic packed a punch.
Just then his frame seized, all systems locking up and sending the hunter flat to the ground. Unable to move but still cognizant of his surroundings. Well, this sucked.
Luckily for First Aid, he carried a portable medikit on him at all times. And his fingers could transform into smaller, more precise tools.
"Just stay ther--" Oh. Well, First Aid supposed that Barricade had no choice but to stay there now. First Aid knelt down, his medikit out.
And then First Aid got to work, patching Barricade up and getting him out of system lock so he could move again. First Aid couldn't do much about any spark problems without a deep surgery. And he didn't have the tools for that. Only Ratchet did. But he could help fix the other problems that was likely causing strain on Barricade's body. He could fix damage around his spark casing, if there was any.
As soon as his motor functions started working again the former Decepticon dug his claws into the ground around him. It was a motion to root himself there, to keep the sense of being enclosed from overwhelming him. He couldn't move well enough yet, and it was like being trapped. Once he could move his frame relaxed, intakes working a little harder than they should given his situation. But he gave the smaller mech credit. He was handling things remarkably well, all things considered.
Barricade was aware of the extent of his injuries due to his warning system, and he knew it was pretty bad. His mid and lower chassis was scoured with claw marks, each one digging deep enough until it breached nearly to his spark casing itself. His entire chassis was also crushed inward somewhat, compromising the integrity of several systems that were centralized in his chassis region. He didn't know exactly what all that pressure was doing to his spark, but he doubted it was good.
He watched the other with the wary gaze of someone fully expecting to be betrayed. But as time went on and First Aid didn't immediately call for help he felt his frame easing down. His scanners were still working so he kept those locked on the area around them. As soon as the other had done what he could the hunter sat up slowly, wincing as things pulled and his systems sent him the damage reports again. Not as many as before. Good.
His tipped his frame slightly, angling his shoulders towards First Aid. "Well, little mech, it seems I owe you my thanks. I'll escort you back to the edge of Autobot territory and turn you lose." He'd forgotten, momentarily, that he'd put a blanket silence over the others communications systems. Well, he could play nice, so long as it suited him. He paused and slowly climbed back on his pedes, testing his balance. "Thank you." Bet the little 'bot hadn't expected any acknowledgment of his efforts. But who knew?
"How bad is it? Am I going to have time to..." he rumbled out a growl through his engine. "negotiate, with the Autobots for further repairs?"
"I'm the bad cop. Don't bother to ask for the good cop, I killed him."
No, First Aid hadn't expected a thanks. He never did. So he was a bit taken aback by it. First Aid blinked a few times before relief washed through him. He was going back. He hoped he hadn't worried anyone, he wasn't sure how long he had been gone.
"Negotiate with the Autobots? What about Knock Out? I know he's a Decepticon medic."
First Aid wasn't aware that Barricade was neutral now.
The hunter splayed a hand over his chassis, below where the clawed out marker of the Decepticons was visible. "Not a Decepticon. Deserted. Neutral now." And no, he wasn't going to extrapolate onto that comment. "I have no wish to be shot on sight."
He dipped his head a little, head canting. "So, are you going to answer my question?" Perhaps if he remained calm and seemed non-hostile First Aid would actually help him beyond this moment. "If I didn't think he'd slag me so much as help me, I'd ask Ratchet." He rolled his shoulders. "And you should probably get better equipped. A medic is a precious commodity during and after war."
Neutral. First Aid had only met one neutral since coming to earth.
"I... I don't know Ratchet well enough to know what it would take. But if you really wanted to negotiate with someone, you'd probably need to negotiate with Optimus himself. Since he's our leader."
First Aid puffed up a bit in indigence.
"My portable medical equipment are just fine for field repairs. Doing spark surgery takes time and a more stable location with multiple mecha."
"You're medical equipment is fine, medic. I meant weapons." He vented loudly, testing his balance as he flexed his clawed hands and ran various systems checks. That same clawed hand passed over the top of his helm, in an unconsciously very human gesture. Despite his disgust with the species, he'd spent a long time observing they and their behavior.
Of course, First Aid was right. If he needed further repairs, and he knew he did, he'd have to negotiate for medical aid. Probably with Prime, as the little mech suggested. Red optics regarded the other for a long moment before he leaned over and palmed the back of the other's helm for a second then letting him go. It was not an affectionate gesture, more to calm the other down. "Gather your things then, little medic. I'll escort you home."
First Aid deflated. He knew that he needed better training in self-defense. But the weapons, he couldn't help that he didn't have that.
"Mine were damaged and destroyed in a crash that brought me here," First Aid mumbled. They weren't very powerful weapons. A grenade that causes a high frequency sound to knock mecha out. A gun that would fire off a high beam light to temporarily blind his opponent. A stun gun.
First Aid nodded. He had already put his medical supplies away. Though, he did make a surprised noise at the head pat.
"Then shouldn't someone have given you more or repaired yours?" Did Autobots have something against equipping their medics? Obviously not, there was Ratchet, but still. He had no reason not to ask, and no reason not to be blunt about it. "You must have only just gotten to this little mudball then, if you haven't been repaired for weapons. Or given some. Either that, or your Prime is stupid. A medic is more likely to be taken alive than destroyed, depending on the need to the faction that captures them." To his greater knowledge, though the Decepticons did have medics, they weren't usually mechs that others wanted to trust to the safety of their personal welfare and repairs. He knew he hadn't.
The hunter idled for a minute more then folded back down into his vehicle mode. Good thing he'd changed it back to the enforcement mode before going to snag the medic. Otherwise he wouldn't have his sirens and it would have looked stupid him escorting a little ambulance. Or whatever First Aid turned into.
"He's not stupid," First Aid retorted. "I just haven't been here for very long, that's all."
And didn't First Aid know it. There had been a few times that he had been forced into giving medical attention back in the heat of the war. Which is why he started getting equipped with ways to defend himself.
First Aid folded down into his vehicle mode, an earth-style ambulance. He had been a bit sad to give up his Cybertronian ambulance form, but that would never blend in here.
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