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OP: *optics narrow at the new bot who's been brought in, /bracing/ as the bot approaches . . . h-he...he doesn't /want/ to be raped yet again, but...but maybe this one will know something of his team*

Con: *does indeed reach for OP's chestplates, opening him up.  He opens his own as well, but instead of pulling the data cable to connect he....pulls a sticker off his spark chamber?!  With one hand clamped over OP's mouth he'll place that sticker on OP's spark chamber* //Easy, Prime, I'm here to help you, but I can't do that if you get me caught and killed.//  *OP's comms don't work...it seems that patch...is working in their place...*

OP: */scowls/ in spite of himself, bracing further . . . the look turns more confused at the patch, then he /bucks/ on reflex at the hand clamping over his mouth, and he /shies/ from the thing being put on his spark chamber . . . and then he goes /still/, staring in /shock/ at the Con*

Con: *just stares back at OP, giving him a chance to process things before speaking again* //My name is Ironshade.  I came here to give you that so you can be aware of what my team /and/ yours are doing to get you out.  Your team each have a patch of their own, reach for them, you'll feel them through it, along with me and fours others.//

OP: .................. *studies him...and turns his attention a little more to the patch, fans hitching as he senses the Con in front of him and seven others*

Bulk: //H-hey, someone just got added.//

Ratchet: //Optimus?//

Bee: //Boss-bot, is that you!?//

OP: *nearly /sobs/, head dipping - it's almost a /good/ thing Iron's hand is clamped over his mouth* //Y-yes...yes, it's me. Are you guys all right?// *yes, even in the horrific condition and situation he's in, he's more worried for his crew*

Bee: //Yeah, we're okay.//

Ratchet: *can /hear/ the worry in his voice* //You, on the other hand, very much are not.//

OP: //I...d-don't...don't worry about me. What's going on?// *looks at the Con when he asks, asking him as well*

Iron: //We're going to get you out of here.  Not now, unfortunately, but by tomorrow evening, if all goes well, you'll be safe and free.//

OP: *optic narrow* //Why are you helping, Decepticon? What's in it for you?//

Iron: *little smile* //I’m not actually a Decepticon.  I’m helping because I want to, because your crew love you, and I value the opinions of good mechs.  But do keep up with the glares, we are pretending to be doing something rather sick at the moment, and I know for certain Ricochet has at least two cameras in here watching you at all times, especially when you’re not alone.  It’s why I didn’t say anything before giving you the comm patch.//

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OP: *looks at him an instant longer...then /bucks/ himself back against the wall, a-and doesn't have to fake the look or muffled cry of /pain/ as the movement pulls on his overstrained arms and aggravates a number of other wounds...and then is wincing internally as he sense the stress /spike/ in his teammates...and one of the other four*
Bulk: //Boss-bot! You okay?//
Bee: //Prime!//
Ratchet: //Prime, what's happening?//
OP: //N-nothing...but it needs to look like /something/ for Ricochet's cameras. I'm not being hurt. I, ah, d-did that to myself.// *not that he specifically meant to*

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Iron: *tone gentle* //You're doing good, Prime. Right now one of the team is scouting outside, when I leave here I'm going to join him. This place is too well guarded to simply release you and run, we'd never make it out. However, with eight of us, we'll have the means to cause enough chaos to get you out. We still have to be smart about this; none of us can afford to be caught.//

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OP: *optics closed with his head leaned back, the frown is real as he shakes his head* //Don't...don't risk yourselves needlessly. I-if...it's too dangerous...// *don't do it*
Bulk: *solemn* //We're not leavin' you there, Boss-bot.//
OP: *gathering himself, doesn't /want/ to stay here, but...* //If this mission proves too risky, Bulkhead, yes...you will. That's...that's an /order/. I won't have any of you in all this too. Or your friends.// *looks at Iron*
Ratchet: *amused, but also serious* //You can court-martial us later, Commander. We /are/ coming, and we /will/ get you out of there.//
Bee: *subdued* //We...we /can't/ just leave you there, Prime.//
OP: .....*sags a bit, /scared/ for them and knowing he can't protect them*

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Iron: //Trust us. This is the sort of thing me and my team do, and have been doing even before the Great War. We know what we're doing. And your team will be a great help.//

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OP: *glances up at him, rests his head back again with optics closed* //They're good bots, Ironshade.// *please don't let them get hurt or killed...or worse, captured*

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Iron: //Some of the best I've met in a long time. Just bide your time, you'll be out of here by tomorrow.//

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OP: //Be careful. All of you.// *that's directed specifically at Iron and the unknown four as well*
Bee: *solemn* //We'll be careful, Prime. Promise.//
OP: *visibly surprised, and even more worried, at that coming out of /Bee/*

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Iron: //We'll take every precaution. My time with you is almosy up. The patch is out of sight, so no one will take it from you. I will try to be the one to see you tomorrow, but if I can't, then just know we'll get you out tomorrow afternoon. I've got one more thing for you, built into another patch.// *this one he carefully peels from his palm and also places on OP's spark chamber* //Run this program if someone else comes to you for their sick pleasure. It will let you lock away the memories of our meeting. You'll not remember anything to betray what's happening. Running the program again will restore those memories. You can do this as many times as you need to. Just don't put too much in there, you don't want to make anyone suspicious.//

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OP: *braces…and /wrenches/ himself again, /crying/ out this time* //M-me again! I-I'm…a-all right…// *before his crew can freak out - looks up at Iron again, letting his own pain and the intensity of his worry show clearly on his face to mask the hope and gratitude in his spark* //I'll be careful. Y-you be careful too. And…take care of my…my family…//

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Iron: //We will. We swear it.// *he finally releasing OP's face and closes up their chest plates.* That was fun. I'll have to come see you again sometime. *and he'll turn to go*

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OP: *just…sags, head down and venting hard . . . please…please let this work…if not for his sake, for /theirs/…*

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Iron: *heads out and goes to base in the area to paint up and head out to join Prowl....only now OP has a oatch, he can't just call Prowl by name....* //What's the situation so far, ninjabot?//

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*Everyone's been made aware of this, and that if OP asks, this other is just "a friend of theirs".*
Prowl: *greets him and reports everything he's found or observed so far, being /very/ careful to only broadcast to Iron (as OP would recognize his voice)*

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*yeah, since even a voice modulator wouldn't help with an internal comm.*
*Iron and Prowl will get a really good feel for the place that day and night. The rest of the team will meet at the chosen base with the rest of the supplies. Zero takes lead in setting out everyone's jobs. Tin will remain at base as tech support. Cutting security, monitoring camera feeds to guide people in and warn them of danger. Ratchet will go in with Zero. They're going to be the ones breaking OP free and getting him clear. Buzz, Bulk, and Bee will be distractions for any trouble they do come across. Iron and Prowl will be responsible for making sure everyone, invluding those playing distraction, get away safe once Zero and Ratchet have OP, they'll also be kind of playing sniper, taking out any they can from a distance. They are also going in with code names. Zero is Cipher, Tin is Runner, Buzz is Gauge, Iron is Shadow, Bee is Stinger, Bulk is Quake, Ratchet is Pulse, and Prowl is Striker.*

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*The team is nervous, especially Bee, but . . . they /know/ where OP is now, they /know/ what they're up against…and they /know/ just how badly off he is, what kind of nightmare he's been suffering. Even Bee is pissed enough to have recovered a lot of his old energy and determination. They are SO ready to do whatever it takes to get their leader /out/ of that horrific pit!*

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*It's probably another comfort that they're all covered in that special paint too. No one will be able to tell who they are. Buzz, Bulk, and Bee walk towards the place. They're out where they can be seen, just walking for the doors. Some look at these apparitions and flee, most others, though will pull wrapons to fight back. The three will leap into action to cause utter chaos. Prowl and Iron will take more out from a distance, and Zero and Ratchet will follow Tin's guidance to slip in a back way.*

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*Bulk barrels in with abandon. Bee holds back at first, but once he gets going . . . he puts a new spin on "fast and furious"! Ratchet is cautious, following Zero's and Tin's guidance perfectly. Prowl is efficient…and lethal. He doesn't like killing, but…it's necessary, in his mind.*
OP: *has been sensing the preparedness and nervousness in his team, and all he can do is /brace/ as things explode into motion and /emotion/*

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Ric: *steps into OP's holding room* Your friends have proven resourceful. The Ghosts had fallen into legend and myth after the war started. And bow here they are, coming for you. I know that's why they've got to be here. For you. I should cut your main and let you bleed out before they can reach you. *cruel smile* I think I will. *flips out a blade and steps towards OP*

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OP: *the others will feel all his systems /spike/ - outwardly, while he's bracing back, he just glares* The Ghosts!? They don't even /exist/! And I doubt they'd come for /me/ anyway. You're probably the one they're after. */bracing/, there's /nothing/ he can do to defend himself…*

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Ric: Oh, it's them. I'm sure of it. Despite all the Decepticon scientists trying, none could replicate the way they could make themselves appear. They're here. And if they /are/ here for either of us, they'll be disappointed. *he reaches up...and /cuts/ OP's throat!*
Zero: *bursts in, shooting Ric with a shot that will drop him, but not kill him.*
*Ratchet will have precious little time to manage, but he /will/ be able to stop the heavy bleeding before OP bleeds out.*
Zero: Do what you can, I'll make sure you're not interrupted. *he's knocked Ric out and is guarding the door.*

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Prime: *strangled /cry/ as his lines are cut*
Ratchet: Prime! *is /right/ behind Zero and doesn't have to be told twice - Ric /barely/ gets a glance even as he's /racing/ across the room to his commanding officer, hesitating only long enough to quickly assess damage and make sure the obvious /is/ the most pressing, then he's pulling out tools* Hold still, Optimus. This is going to hurt, I'm afraid. *gets to work*
Prime: Whatever you…n-need to do… *and then he's /bracing/, it /does/ hurt!...though no more than so many other things that have been done to him over the last several orns*

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*Ratchet will get the worst taken care of, at least enough that OP can be moved*
Zero: Pulse, Runner says we have incoming. Can we move him yet? *Tin was leaving Rathet out of the chatter so the medic could concentrate*

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Prime: *can't help just…staring…at the two - and the other's voice he doesn't recognize so the one working on him must be Ratchet…*
Ratchet: *wraps a quick mesh bandage around OP's neck to protect the open wound, then starts working on opening the shackles - ankles first, then wrists* Easy, Optimus. Lean on me. I've gotcha. *at OP's /groan/ of pain as his balance and weight shift, changing /how/ he hurts . . . looks over his shoulder at Zero with a grim smirk* Yes, carefully. As much as circumstances allow, of course. *he's well aware that they may have to get rough*

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Zero: Then let's move. *He'll cover them, carrying Ric with him. He's not done with this mech...* //Shadow, Striker, if one of you can, move around back to help cover us. We have Prime, but they've figured us out and are trying to block us in. Stinger, you're fast, soeed around here and give us a distraction.//

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Prowl: //I will.// *hoping the reply is /brief/ enough to keep from drawing OP's attention - shifts around to move into position*
Bee: //Sti-? Oh!// *right, Zero meant him - still getting used to the codename thing* //On it!// *and he's /seriously/ in full form by this point!*
OP: *trying to help as much as possible and not slow them down by bearing his own weight as best he can…but he's winding up almost /draped/ over Ratchet*

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Shadow: *gives Prowl a nod and will continue to cover Buzz and Bulk*
*Bee will draw some of those moving in around Zero's group, and Prowl will be able to pick off others. Zero's size, ferocity, and the way he's got hold of their diminuative boss makes him extea intimidating as he comes after the rest. Tin will verbally guide Ratchet out.*
Tin: //You're clear, Pulse. Get Prime to base. Everyone else. Pull out.//

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Ratchet: //Roger, Runner.// *pauses /just/ briefly, setting Prime down and telling him to curl up as much as he can manage, it's about to get a bit cozy, even as he transforms and uses his magnets to lift Prime into his rear cabin…with that, he can move /much/ faster*
*The other three each acknowledge, with Prowl and Bee lingering a bit to make sure to cover for the rest even as they start backing off as well.*

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*Zero and Iron, along with Prowl will be the last ones out of there. They'll kill a /lot/ of Cons today. They'll make it back, Ratchet and Tin already working on OP to fix him up.*
Buzz: *if the others haven't yet, he'll move them off to clean up, partly just yo get them out of the way so they're less distraction to the medic...*

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*Bulk and Bee don't want to leave, but Ratchet sharply /orders/ them out! With that, they'll follow Buzz, along with Prowl.*
Ratchet: *full medic mode again, working with an almost fevered focus*
OP: *has long lost consciousness by this point*

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Tin: *not an actual medic, but clearly knows what he's doing and will work well opposite Ratchet.*
Zero: *will come in a bit later and move off to another room with Ric.*
Iron: *If any Autobots go to follow Zero, he'll gently, but firmly, stop them.*

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Ratchet: *instinct initially is to shoo the bot away and let him do his job, but he knows he needs the help and is prepared to instruct the other in what he needs done…and is pleasantly surprised when he doesn't have to instruct much and really just /tell/ him what needs doing*
Bulk: *frowning* What's he doin'? Why even bring that piece of slag back here?

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Iton: To get information from him.

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Bulk: Huh? What kinda information?
Bee: And...how? Or... *gets a look on his face* Do we even wanna know?
Prowl: *looks at Iron, thinks about that earlier conversation* We...probably don't want to know.
Bee: *hunches a bit, kind of hugging himself as he looks the way Zero went*

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Iron: Information about other higher up Cons. *hesitates, looking at the three bots...* .....We do not always do thigs that good mechs would agree with.
Buzz: ....Zero would tell you he's not a good mech...maybe we're not, but we do what we feel is necessary to do good for others.