Log dump: Megatron is snuck out of the medbay!
Megatron: *makes a :< face at Hide*
Ironhide: -optic ridge quirk-
Megatron: :<
Ironhide: I can still see your casing. I would /prefer/ to be able to recharge on the berth for the next orn.
Megatron: *points to tarp* :<
Ironhide: -lifts it, can still see casing, puts it back down- No.
Megatron: (._.)
Megatron: *pulls tarp up so chest up to neck is covered.* :D?
Ironhide: No, Megatron.
Megatron: >|
Ironhide: Don't give me that look.
Megatron: *rolls over -away- from 'Hide*
Megatron: ;<
Ironhide: -makes a rude sound- Act like that, I won't get you out at /all/.
Megatron: *Pulls tarp!sheet over his shoulders, hiding most his head. Something goes 'tink' against the berth.*
Ironhide: ...the frag're you doing?
Megatron: *One of the monitors flat lines*
Ironhide: You did not just pull out one of the lines.
Ironhide: I ain't falling for it.
Megatron: *Tink! And another monitor goes flat.* >|
Ironhide: I'm going to comm Ratchet. And trust me, you /do not/ want me to.
Megatron: ::I just want to go outside for a few minutes.::
Ironhide: ::Not. Yet. Be /patient/.::
Megatron: *Ironhide, you're telling -Megatron- to be patient. :/ *
Megatron: ::I have been!::
Megatron: ::It's driving me crazy in here!::
Ironhide: ::I let you out now, I'll have medics beating the slag out of me, and then we'll both be stuck in here.::
Megatron: *Prime would probably be pissed too. However...* ::They don't have to know...::
Megatron: *He's forming a plan*
Ironhide: ::...::
Megatron: *Rolls back over, looking at 'Hide. Are those optics hopeful? Why yes they are!*
Megatron: ::You could help me onto that gurney *feeble point*, then use those boxes and that tarp *another point* to make it look like I'm still in my berth, then cover me with this tarp *raises up the one he has* while you wheel me outside for a few measly seconds of fresh air and sun.::
Ironhide: ........ -just stares at him for a moment- ::I somehow doubt that plan will work. What about the lines, and if they come back to check your injuries?::
Megatron: ::You're bonded to the medic, right? You know where he's at and what his schedule is. As for Glit, just lock the doors.::
Ironhide: ::....I don't have the codes.::
Megatron: ::...I do.:: *Is co-leader. Has all the codes to base. Try again, 'Hide!*
Megatron: ::It's just a few seconds. What could possibly happen?::
Megatron: *Makes a :< face again* ::If I stay cooped up here....::
Ironhide: ::Medic codes override yours in the medbay.::
Ironhide: .......
Megatron: ::......::
Megatron: *Makes a mental note to change that*
Megatron: *Grumpy face. >| * ::Fine, push that gurney over here anyway. I'll go myself.::
Ironhide: ::No. If you go, you aren't going by yourself.::
Megatron: *He is busy trying to figure out how to get up. Or if he even can. Sits up slowly and....looks around. Ok, so far so good.*
Ironhide: ::...Megatron.::
Megatron: *And abruptly lays back down, looking as if he might get sick and purge his tanks.*
Megatron: *Ok...sitting up isn't a good idea...*
Ironhide: ..... -considers, then scowls- ::....alright, fine. Only for a couple breems, though.::
Megatron: *Holds his head up, optics showing disbelief. It worked?*
Megatron: ::Really?::
Ironhide: ::Yeah, really. M'gonna get slagged.....:: -pushes him closer to the gurney-
Megatron: *He's still amazed. Watching as Ironhide rolls him closer to the gurney.* ::Just blame me. I can take the heat. Tell them you found me outside or something.::
Ironhide: ::Not gonna place blame on you if we're caught, slagger.:: -helps him onto the gurney, being careful, grunting a bit at the weight-
Megatron: *It's a chore to get from berth to gurney. He really doesn't feel well while upright, most likely from broken servos and being down so long on his back. He lays down instantly, hiding a bit of his nervousness. Moving -hurts- and now he's actually considering that maybe this wasn't such a good idea. But, his logic centers work in strange ways and once he's down and settled, the thought disappears. Looking at Ironhide, he smiles a very non-characteristic Megatron smile* ::It'll just be a few moments. Nothing major...::
Ironhide: ::Better hope we don't get caught.:: -grumbles, setting up the berth to look like Megs is still in it and covering the flyer with a tarp-
Megatron: *Watches, then frowns, peeking out as the tarp covers him* ::I'm not that fat.::
Ironhide: -narrows optics at him and goes to fix it- ::There. Better?::
Megatron: *Makes a noise akin to a grunt* ::I guess that'll have to do.::
Ironhide: -doublechecks where Ratchet is and glances out into the hallway before pushing the gurney out, careful not to jar him- ::Can't believe I'm doin' this.::
Megatron: *Is that a snigger from under the tarp?* ::I can't believe you are either.::
Ironhide: ::Shut it, or I'll put you back in there.::
Megatron: *Shuts up, but is smiling like crazy. His earlier fear gone for the time being. He's going outside! Outside! --RELIEF-- *
Megatron: ::.....::
Megatron: ::Are we there yet?::
Ironhide: ::.....:: -stops the gurney-
Megatron: *Wonders why they stopped. Peeks out.* ::What's going on?::
Ironhide: ::You want me to take you back?:: -covers him with the tarp again-
Megatron: ::...no.:: *Watch Megs be a good boy! See how good he's being?*
Ironhide: -grins and starts pushing again, this time not stopping until they're outside the doors- ::Lucky for you, it's a clear day.::
Megatron: *Practically throws off the tarp, staring up at the sky. He's smiling, once more that smile few get to see. His intakes rattle and hiss, not sounding very good, as he takes in the fresh air. He's quiet for a few moments, enjoying the sunlight warming what parts of his armor that are exposed.* Primus...this is nice.
Ironhide: Good day for a drive. -smiles as well, enjoying the sunlight on his own armor-
Megatron: ::Or a fly...:: *Said a bit sadly. He knows he won't be flying any time soon.*
Ironhide: You'll get repaired soon.
Megatron: ::I hope so.:: *Sounds like a pipe dream at the moment. He stares at the sky some more, then squints.*
Ironhide: -doesn't notice the squint, looking out at the horizon-
Skyfire: *Skyfire circles above outside the bases, as he's been doing for the past several days - dull work. At least until he gets a blip on his radar and heads in for a closer look. What's going on here...*
Megatron: ::You hear that?::
Ironhide: -frowns, upping his audials- ::Hear wha- oh. That. /Frag/.::
Megatron: ::HIDE ME!::
Ironhide: -quickly covers him with the tarp-
Megatron: *Still Megatron is still and quiet*
Skyfire: *And he spots the two escapees...or rather, one mech and a mech-shaped lump hiding under a tarp.* ::.......::
Skyfire: ::Ironhide. What is going on here? You should know no one is allowed outside the base right now.::
Ironhide: ::Not going any further than a few feet from the door. Needed some fresh air.::
Megatron: *He knows that voice and he has to stifle a growl*
Skyfire: ::Uh-huh. Well, enjoy your fresh air, though you know I still have to keep an optic on you. Orders and all that.:: *Amused tone - yeah, he's kind of noticed there is something going on there.*
Ironhide: -growls quietly, and private to Megs- ::Knew this was a bad idea.::
Megatron: ::Don't worry, he's not as smart as he lets on.:: *still completely still under the tarp*
Ironhide: ::.....::
Skyfire: *Circles! Feels rather like a vulture, actually!*
Megatron: ::Is he still there?:: *peeeeeks out*
Ironhide: ::Yes. He is.::
Ironhide: -eyes the shuttle-
Megatron: *Goes back under the tarp, muttering about nosey busybodies*
Skyfire: *Like a tarp would fool him* ::So. Who else is with you, Ironhide?:: *Oh yeah. He's /amused/*
Megatron: ::Maybe you should run? Distract him...::
Ironhide: ::......that'll make me look gui- ............::
Megatron: ::Stupid shuttle. Ruining my outing. All I wanted was a little sun and some peace from that awful medbay--:: *continues ranting*
Ironhide: -open to both- ::.......uh...we /both/ needed some fresh air?::
Megatron: ::What are you doing? Deny EVERYTHING!::
Ironhide: ::Not going to /lie/!::
Ironhide: ::Lying puts us in /more/ slag!::
Megatron: ::Lying can save you pain and suffering too, if you do it right.:: *rattling sigh*
Skyfire: ::Oh really? I was not aware fresh earth air was suddenly so popular.:: *Yeah. That's a not-so-hidden laugh.*
Ironhide: ::...you're both flyers. Appeal to him that way. Don't flyers have that claustrophobia thing?::
Megatron: ::How does he even know it's me?::
Ironhide: ::He doesn't. Yet.::
Megatron: ::Keep it that way. Just go back inside.::
Megatron: *Yeah, he won't be appealing to Skyfire for anything in this lifetime.*
Skyfire: *No but he can likely make a very good guess based on the size of the lump UNDER the tarp!*
Megatron: *Still doesn't have solid -proof-!*
Skyfire: *He could always land and find out!*
Ironhide: -open- ::We're cooped up in the base because of that fraggin' psychotic doppelganger. What's wrong with wanting to enjoy some sunlight?::
Megatron: ::YEAH::
Megatron: ::.....::
Ironhide: -private- ::.........::
Megatron: ::...whoops.::
Skyfire: ::Only the fact that everyone is restricted to /inside/ the base right now. Technically I have orders to /force/ people back inside, but since I'm fairly sure you would be the last person to try and join Galvatron, I'm not exactly worried. Though I'm rather curious as to why your friend there is hiding under a tarp, especially if you want to be 'enjoying the sunlight'.::
Megatron: *Tarp rustles* ::Force -me- back inside?:: *Yeah, he's getting more than annoyed now.*
Ironhide: -private- ::Megatron. Shut up. You're going to make this worse.::
Skyfire: ::.......:: *yeah okay finally caught that* ::..../Megatron/?::
Ironhide: -curses-
Megatron: ::No.::
Skyfire: ::...Why the FRAG are you hiding under a /tarp/?:: *Amusement! OH he is saving this*
Ironhide: ::Idiot! Don't lie, especially not /now/!::
Skyfire: ::....:: *Is that a shuttle /rolling/ though the sky with laughter? I think it is!*
Megatron: ::I hide because stupid, nosy fraggers like you can't give a down mech a moment's peace.:: *And there's is the implied innotation of -jackass- there.*
Ironhide: ::Skyfire, he was /begging/ me to get him out for a few minutes. Can't we just...forget about this?:: -pulls back the tarp a bit; no point in hiding now-
Megatron: *Winces at the sudden burst of sunlight. Suddenly, it doesn't seem quite so...pleasant anymore.*
Skyfire: *Slowly rolls back into proper flight, still amused* ::I can't just 'forget about it'. I still have to guard the perimeter.:: *Eyes Megatron* ::...It looks like /he/ should still be in the medbay.::
Ironhide: ::Just for a breem or two.::
Megatron: ::Of course you can't forget about it. Under that Autobot symbol, you're just a nasty, mean spirited slagger. So, go spread your little vid feed and photos to your spark's content.::
Megatron: ::Obviously, it makes you feel bigger than you already are.::
Megatron: *Covers himself with the tarp again.*
Skyfire: ::Uh-huuuuuh.:: *Internally rolls his optics*
Ironhide: -hits him upside the head, but not very hard- Idiot!
Megatron: ::Ow!::
Ironhide: -glares down at the lump under the tarp-
Megatron: *Wishes people would stop hitting him already*
Megatron: ::What? It's true.::
Ironhide: ::You insulting him makes him /more likely/ to report this!::
Megatron: ::And besides...last I checked, I still held a command post here. So Ironhide, you can go outside if you wish.:: *HAH*
Skyfire: ::I was just going to let you sit there. But now I can't help but but wonder if you're even /supposed/ to be out here. I wouldn't have expected you, Ironhide, of all people, to be sneaking others out of the medbay.::
Ironhide: ::.....::
Megatron: ::He didn't. I told him to do it.::
Ironhide: ::Begged, is more like it.::
Megatron: ::Shut up.::
Megatron: ::I'm trying to get you out of trouble.::
Ironhide: ::You were using /emotes/.::
Skyfire: ::....Emotes?:: *Snort*
Megatron: ::....you know what? I'm going back inside.:: *Throws the tarp off, looks up at the sky* ::The air is -foul- out here now.::
Megatron: *Sits up and clumsily swings his legs over the gurney.*
Ironhide: ::Yeah, that comment is really going to help.:: -sarcastic-
Ironhide: .....lay back down.
Megatron: ::No. I'm going back.:: *And slides off the gurney...and keeps sliding. Hi legs! Plz work! D:*
Skyfire: ::....::
Ironhide: The frag?! -catches him, forcing him to lay back down- If you get yourself even more damaged, it's gonna get blamed on /me/.
Ironhide: Now, lay down and I'll get you back inside. Slagger.
Skyfire: ::Stay here, take him back in; either way, I honestly don't really care anymore.:: *That would be the voice of an amused shuttle!*
Megatron: *Doesn't look so good, but manages a glare up at the shuttle as he's manhandled back onto the gurney. Thx for ruining his day.*
Ironhide: ::....you going to report this?::
Skyfire: ::As long as I'm /allowed/ to let you stay outside while you're not attempting to get past the barrier, I don't see why I should.:: *Is oddly specific about that - but this is /amusing/ the bored shuttle, so...*
Skyfire: ::If that changes, though... *Shifts his wings like a shrug - if he gets orders - namely from Starscream - that people aren't even allowed to hover around the doors, or he gets word from the medbay, you guys are fucked. <3*
Ironhide: ::....alright.:: -scowls, covers Megs back up, and starts pushing him back in-
Megatron: ::Fine. Just remember to put in your 'report' that it was -I- who ordered Ironhide to take me outside. Wouldn't want you to get the details wrong.::
Ironhide: -privately- ::Begged.::
Megatron: -private- ::I'm saving your aft here. You can get into big trouble. I on the other hand, am used to it...and there's not much they can do to me anyway.::
Megatron: ::Except yell...:: *winces*
Ironhide: ::...::
Skyfire: ::Of course. Though there is no reason to report anyone right now. I haven't heard back from my higher-ups, nor have I heard anything from the medbay about a 'missing Megatron'.::
Skyfire: Enjoy your ill-gotten sunlight while you can, if you wish.:: *Rolls through the sky as he circles, still amused*
Megatron: ::Wasn't ill gotten until -you- appeared.:: *His hand flops out from beneath the tarp, making a rude gesture at the shuttle.*
Ironhide: -looks down at Megatron- ....
Skyfire: *Makes a rude gesture with his tail fins and exhaust ports right back at you, Megs!* ::Somehow I doubt that.::
Ironhide: -shakes his head- ::You want to go back in now or not?::
Megatron: *pulls his hand back underneath, though it takes some effort.*
Megatron: *He's not feeling well now...and getting progressively worse. Isn't certain if it's the fact his outing got ruined, or if his systems are over taxed, but he nods slowly and sends another private comm.*
Megatron: ::I'd like to go back now. It's probably for the best.::
Ironhide: -wordlessly starts the journey back to the medbay, the talk with Skyfire distracting him from keeping tabs on where Ratchet is-
Skyfire: *Shrugs with his shoulder vents once more when he sees them going back inside, and continues his long and dull circling once again*
Ratchet: *So. He found the Megs Dummy. He is not amused. He opens a basewide comm...* ::Attention all personnel. This is Chief Medical Officer Ratchet. Megatron is no longer within the medbay. Require assistance searching for him. Repeat. Megatron is missing from the medbay. Require assistance searching for him. Close off all entrances immediately. Ratchet out.::
Ironhide: -freezes- ::/Frag/!::
Megatron: ::......::
Ratchet: *And at that point, he headed out of the medbay and headed down the hall, comming Hide.* ::Ironhide? I need your assistance.::
Ironhide: ::/I knew this was a bad idea/!::
Megatron: ::Weren't you supposed to be watching for him!?::
Ironhide: ::.....half a breem, I didn't pay attention. /Half a breem/!::
Ironhide: -to Ratchet- ::Uh...on my way.:: -hurrying back to the medbay now, but still being careful-
Megatron: *Oh, well this is just fantastic. He pulls the tarp down, thinking. Then spots a room with the door ajar.*
Megatron: ::Wait! Push me in there.::
Ironhide: ::.....I am /not/ doing that. Skyfire already saw us, you glitch!::
Ratchet: *He's headed down the same hall that they were coming up, but he wasn't within sight yet.* ::Alright. Have you seen Megatron at all??::
Ironhide: ::...yeah?:: -still pushing that gurney-
Skyfire: *Hears that comm from outside and /rolls/ through the sky - anyone still outside would probably be able to hear his amused laugh from the air. Seems like they managed to get found out without his help, after all!*
Megatron: ::Tell him you found me.::
Megatron: ::Outside.::
Megatron: ::Or by the door.::
Ironhide: ::....I'm not lying to my mate, slagger!::
Ratchet: ::Where was he last seen?:: *He's getting closer..*
Megatron: *Ok, Hide has a point.*
Megatron: *Lying to mates is bad news*
Ratchet: *His first thought, is to check outside, and see if Megatron is out there at all...*
Ratchet: *Hence why he is headed that way..*
Ironhide: ::He's....ah...:: -frag, he's getting closer, he can feel it through the Bond, and private to Megs- ::He's headed this way....::
Ratchet: *He was getting curious.* ::'Hide, what's your location?::
Megatron: *Is at a loss of what to do.* ::Just tell him I ordered you to do it.::
Megatron: ::I'm slagged, but I'm still the High Lord...::
Ironhide: ::I....look, I was being careful! He wouldn't stop pestering me until I got him out....::
Ratchet: *He stopped in his tracks, and thought about that for a second, processing it. Finally.* ::What's his CURRENT location??:: *Rather stiffly*
Megatron: *Pestering...now he feels bad.*
Megatron: ::It's my fault, Ratchet. I wanted out. Told him to do it. He couldn't say no.::
Ironhide: ::....with me.:: -still on his way-
Ratchet: ::I'm on my way, stay where you are.::
Ratchet: *to the entire base* ::This is Chief Medical Officer Ratchet. Cancel basewide alert. He has been found.::
Ironhide: -stops, facepalming, and private to Megs- ::I'm fragged.::
Ratchet: *By now sounds of thudding could be heard through the hall*
Megatron: ::....I'm sorry.::
Ironhide: ::S'my fault for caving in.::
Ratchet: *He finally rounded the corner, seeing Hide with the gurney and a tarp over something.* ..... *he stopped in his tracks* ...
Ratchet: *He finally looked at Hide* Why?
Skyfire: *And outside there is a further amused shuttle, though he can't help but pity the pair of them somewhat. ...Mostly Ironhide. Ratchet was a bit much to deal with when fragged off.*
Megatron: ::Shouldn't have pressured you...::
Ironhide: ....he wanted to get some fresh air. Tried to get up himself when I said no.
Megatron: *Pulls the tarp down.*
Ratchet: And why didn't you keep him there? *He made a motion to start wheeling Megatron back to the Medbay, and waited*
Megatron: ::I told him to. Coerced him even. I just wanted....out for a bit. The medbay is dull...::
Ironhide: ..... -starts wheeling him back- ...because I know how dull it can get?
Ratchet: *He looked at Megatron*::I understand that, however. If you are going to heal properly, you need to stay in one place, and not overexert yourself.:: *that was an open comm to both, so all could hear it.*
Ironhide: -winces slightly-
Megatron: ::I refuse to stay in that place for the length of my recovery. Would you like me to recount the number of tiles, fittings, and bolts on the ceiling?:: *Optics narrow*
Megatron: ::Really, that place is a pit for those of us expected to stay extendedly. There's. Nothing. To. Do.::
Ratchet: ::I will offline you, if I must, Megatron. But no, not the ENTIRE extent. Until the point when you can walk around with no trouble, and have no undue stress on your systems. And as for nothing to do...Perhaps we can talk on that. *Yes, Ratchet was willing to consider something for patients to do...*
Megatron: ::No you won't offline me just to shut me up. And what do you mean 'until I can walk around with no trouble?' Why can't I just sit at home and heal?::
Ratchet: ::Alright, fine. I won't offline you, but I /can/ offline your motor skills. And I mean where you don't have to be wheeled around with a gurney and a tarp, and you have no pain doing so.* He glared at Megatron.* As for staying home, I want to keep an eye on your recovery for a few days longer before sending you back to your quarters with Optimus.
Ratchet: Merely to make sure everything is healing correctly. *Stern medic is stern!*
Ironhide: -staying quiet, waiting for the inevitable-
Megatron: *Raises an optic ridge at Ratchet. Likes his motor skills where they are. Then gestures to the hole in his chest.* ::What about this? When does it get fixed?::
Ratchet: ::I have been working on the replacement armor, with some help from Glit.:: *was there a bit of a begrudging tone there? Yes.* ::ETA of that is tomorrow.::
Megatron: ::And these?:: *He gestures to the glyphs, reluctantly*
Megatron: ::I want them gone.::
Ironhide: -frowns at the mention of the glyphs-
Megatron: *Doesn't look happy* ::I'd prefer them gone sooner than later.::
Ratchet: *His voice got surprisingly calm* ::With all due respect, Those glyphs were the least of my worries in light of your other injuries. However. They will be gone tomorrow, when we replace your chest armor.::
Ironhide: -calm!Ratchet is a bad sign-
Megatron: *As much as he hates the idea of the words being there, he can understand the medic's perspective.* ::Good. How long will this healing take? I'd prefer to be up and around as quick as possible.::
Ratchet: *He nodded* ::I would estimate another day in the medbay, and another three in your quarters before you can walk around. After that, your internal repair systems may take up to another week to get everything cleared up. Trust me when I say this. Allowing everything to heal naturally is going to be your best bet. Trying to rush will only cause more problems in the end, and possibly put you out again in the future when you need to be up the most.:: *Yes, he was re-emphasizing the point he made to Glit last night to Megatron this time.*
Megatron: *Gazes at the medic a moment. It's a very un-Decepticon way of thinking just to let things 'heal'. He's having a hard time wrapping his processor around this.*
Megatron: ::And if I pushed the matter? What's the worse that could happen to me?::
Ratchet: *He just looks back at Megatron* ::Your systems could fail at an unexpected point, possibly at a very /inconvienent/ time.:: *Flatly, but it's the truth. It could happen.*
Ironhide: -still pushing that gurney, staying silent-
Megatron: ::Can't you just repair them to where they -won't-?::
Ratchet: *He sighed, his systems cycling air. This is the EXACT same argument he had with Glit, or close to.* ::No. Well, we COULD repair them, but the problems may not show until it is too late. It's not wise to risk that.::
Megatron: Hn.... *The first physical noise he's made since the conversation started.* ::I've never had any trouble before...::
Ironhide: -are they almost to the medbay yet? D: -
Ratchet: ::Perhaps not before, but who knows when those systems will collapse. Pushing them is honestly not the best idea. I recommend just waiting the few more days for the last repairs, and we will see how you are doing.:: *does not want to let up*
Megatron: *Doesn't want to wait.* ::What if I don't have a few more days? What if we're attacked and I'm on my back in the medbay? Enemies don't wait.::
Ratchet: ::Megatron, if you push yourself your enemies won't HAVE to wait. YOur injuries will do the job FOR them.:: *He glared at Megatron, trying to drive the point home.*
Ironhide: -finally reaches the medbay, wheeling Megs in and still staying silent-
Megatron: *Frowns, shaking his head slightly* ::If we were attacked tonight, I wouldn't be able to do anything. I'd be....:: *He doesn't say it, but the word 'helpless' is implied there.*
Ironhide: ....get him back on the berth?
Ratchet: *He sighed softly. He hated to admit it, but Megatron was right. He would be.* ::I understand that. But for right now, lets just focus on getting your injuries back to healing. There is no immediate sign of danger right now.:: *He nodded at Hide*
Ironhide: -takes off the tarp and helps him on the berth, extra careful-
Ratchet: *He stood on the other side, helping as well.*
Megatron: *Goes oddly silent, not giving his consent or disagreement as he's helped back onto the berth. As he lays back down, he stares at the ceiling, his face giving away nothing.*
Ratchet: *But being a medic, Ratchet knows that look. It's the look of silent annoyance, and a few other things mixed in, that is different with each patient. He sighed softly, and checked over his stats, pleased that everything was still good. He looked at him* ::Just get some rest for now, alright? We will talk later.:: *still calm*
Ironhide: -backs up a step so he's out of the way-
Megatron: *Grunts, offering his arm up to be hooked back up to the monitors, not bothering to look at either of them. He is tired, the excitement of the day finally catching up to him. His optics offline without a word.*
Ratchet: *And after getting him hooked back up, he watched as he offlined his optics, then turned around and brushed his palm against the side of his own face*
Ironhide: ......
Ratchet: *He turned and headed towards his office, motioning for Hide to follow...*
Ironhide: -winces slightly, and follows-
More to come when it's finished D;