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((This is Millitimed to right after the aftermath of this.))

There’s a growling Captain Lennox staking through the bar, out the door, and straight to Wells’ punching bag on the grounds. He is in full BDUs today, armed, and swearing under his breath between growls. The base does not need this blossoming mood and thankfully he’s just gotten off duty to deal with it.

Someone is not happy with the aftermath of the Space Bridge Rescue. Sure he was briefed to the fact that there were two Autobots in danger, that there were others coming to build a gateway – a Space Bridge – in the desert from Milliways… but he wasn’t informed to exactly what the nature of the danger was. And so he got a most unpleasant surprise…

-- “Ironhide, the HELL?! What the fuck happened out there?” --

It’s not like he’s angry at Ironhide for being injured so badly. Hazards of the job and that. It happens. It doesn’t however mean he has to like it, just the same as he never likes it when one of his fellow human comrades is wounded in the line of duty.

And Ironhide is a friend.

-- “… just tell me the other guy looks worse…” --

It is, however, deeply frustrating and worrying. Worrying because the guy’s not dead from he understands and that means there’s an enemy out there, licking his wounds, and waiting for a chance to strike back… no telling when or where. Worrying because now it might be personal for this guy and that Ironhide might need to watch his back - and damn, the mech might not escape with just a mauling next time! Worrying, because he’s now starting to hear of another guy, this One, given what Lissar said, who seems to be the equivalent of their damn devil, and who knows how much else that he hasn’t been told. There’s a difference between need to know and want to know, after all. Lennox understands need to know… accepts it.

But he doesn’t always have to like it either.

The frustrating part of this is that if – when- the time comes for a rematch, Lennox might not be able guard his friend’s back when he needs it most. Aside from something happening when Ironhide’s out of range and reach of help, he’s far too aware of his own limitations. He’s human, vulnerable, and just by himself - trained soldier or not - likely a liability when it comes to a clash between titans. Backed up is perhaps a different story -depending on terrain, the backup, and the element of surprise. He couldn’t take down Blackout without a couple F-22s, his team, a motorcycle, and a lot of luck. Blackout took the whole of SOCCENT, and its highly trained Special Ops soldiers, out easily by surprise.

It’s that feeling of helplessness at the heart of it. Lennox does not like it one bit. There’s a good deal of just wanting to punch in that fragger’s face too… but that… that’s a hell of a lot less disturbing.

So, punching bag. Fists. A good therapeutic pounding.

Bother at your own risk.

[OOC: Slowtimes in effect]

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"Yeah. Perfect way to describe it."

Lennox's hands clench.

"So Bob's down... he's fading, and Ironhide's shredded and Lissar is yelling for Ratchet, and Ratchet and Prime are running to the scene faster then I've ever seen them fucking move."

"And before anyone knows what's what, Prime's opening Bob up and scooping out his spark - a spark's the lifeforce/soul of a Cybertronian... you can trash the body all you like, but if that spark's still burning, the Cybertronian's still alive - before it can gutter out, places it in his own spark chamber - the thingy that holds the spark - and hauls aft out of there. I heard later he got to Milliways, and Bob's spark turned back into his sprite self and he was alright, but fuck it was a close one."

"And while that is going on, Ratchet's busy with Ironhide, while Lissar fighting off breaking down into sobs on the spot. You should have seen her face... it was horrible." Lennox rubs his temples, before downing another shot (assuming Spoon has poured it). "God, if it had been Sarah there..." Let's not go there. "She's a strong woman for holding that back. Stronger than she gives herself credit for. Ironhide was bad off."

"So when I can personally get to him, I find out that it was some big cat-bot that had been hunting Silverbot and Jetfire and had ripped up Ironhide. Got the impression they knew... knew as fine as you please that there was this monster of a mech after them and that they didn't think it was necessary to tell me - never mind there was a chance that this fucker could have made it through the gate and onto Earth, with my guys parked out in front, all unknowing like, which makes it my business to know, given the rampages the Decepticons had before. Got the impression that there's a hell of a lot that I haven't been told, about a HELL of a lot of things, and which may decide to come bite me and everyone else in the fucking ass and I won't know which way it's coming because I have no slagging clue which way to look."

Lennox is desperately, desperately trying not to growl at this point.

"And to ice the damn cake, it turns out that the fragger that mauled my friend? Well, the fucker's probably not dead and just licking its wounds somewhere. And thinking of revenge. With my friends and my comrades possibly in crosshairs. That too."

Let's sum it up in one word now.

"Fuck."

Spoon is keeping the liquor flowing. He's very good at that, Lennox's glass isn't empty long enough to hit the table most shots. "Only seen the girl once or twice, when she was staying with us. Scared of me." he mentions about Lissar, shrugging, "She's Ace's and da's friend, not mine." He doesn't blame her, though. They set each other off; she's prey and he's a predator. Bad combination.

"Sounds like you need this. Any idea what you can do to get more information, or are you completely fucked?"

Yes. Lennox needs the Ouzo right now. He needs something to fight off the terrified mess of emotions within him.

"Ask people in the Bar what they know. A good part of the people that were in the rescue mission were from Milliways. Especially about this One that comes to the Bar time to time. Lissar said he was Primus's dark twin... the Cybertronian devil. I wonder if all this isn't related somehow... dunno."

"I'm definately going to talk to Lissar though. She knows way more than I do, I'm sure. I just have to do it when I'm less... growly... than I am now. I'll probably spook her if I come to her in a mood that's anything like this."

Spoon shrugs a little, the white woman made him very uncomfortable - which was only fair, "Dunno. Most of what I know about your friends I've already mentioned. Found, though, that most things from here...are even more connected than people guess."

"Yeah. I'm starting to get that impression."

One more shot disappears. The narration wonders how empty the bottle is by now.

Spoon brought two bottles, and he's keeping pace with the human rather than drinking at his own pace. So. About twice what Lennox would have drunk by this point is gone. "Good luck with getting the lass to talk to you, explain things. Ace says she's gotten better."

"Thanks. Here's hoping."

[ OOC: wrap?]