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Blue Team Onward!

Initial Guarding

Once the other teams fly off it is quiet once more at the military base. Blue team will be allowed to start patrolling, though there will be some areas such as the main command floor that are off limits. Any medically-inclined Void treckers will be welcome in the med bay and the guards will happily have some volunteers to do outside patrols.

But for the first day or so it is quiet, Hitrinto works as a liaison between the void treckers and the command staff, relaying messages and keeping them informed of the progress of battle.

Attack!

Late on the second day there is a break to the peace, alarms blare and lights flash red. "Enemy ships approach. Enemy ships approach."

Anyone who can get to the hanger quick enough will be given ships and sent off to fight. There aren't many enemy ships, four or five and hopefully they are beaten off easily.

But this becomes a semi regular occurrence. At least twice a day there are attacks. Patrols are stepped up, extra people are put on standby to man ships as quickly as possible.

Sabotage

Perhaps the attacks are a distraction. Because it is clear that something isn't right. Power goes down in one section or other. Equipment is messed with. Emergency doors are tampered with or left open. There aren't many people on this base but sometimes they will get the feeling of being watched. Of not being alone.

It soon becomes clear there are enemies inside the station and they are clearly biding their time. It is not known for what purpose. But finding them is probably a priority.

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This was clearly the wrong time and place for it, but Prompto felt his cheeks heat up at that remark. He leaned over and wrapped his arms around the big guy's shoulders and kissed his cheek. He slipped off his chair and onto Gladdy's lap. He'd almost healed from being thrown off the train emotionally (or at least as best he could with Noct not there) but remarks like that touched him deep, further healing what had been broken.

He pulled back and did his best to compose himself like he hadn't just unexpectedly glomped the other guy. Clearing his throat, he nodded. "Yeah, we should.. uh, yeah. Maybe.. one of the abandoned levels or something.." It was hard planning when he was still sitting there with hearts dancing around his head.

Gladio had no idea what it was he'd said or done, but between one moment and the next he suddenly had arms around him and a blonde photographer in his lap and a warm spot on his cheek where he'd been kissed. He grinned and easily let his arms wrap about Prompto's trim waist and pulled him in closer.

"Maybe." Gladio agreed, still smiling and clearly in no rush to move now. How could he? Prompto was in his lap. He wasn't about to tip him off. So instead he leaned in to steal a kiss, because why not? Prompto was there and he was just too damn tempting. A minute wasn't going to kill them. And if it did, then at least he would die holding the man he loved.

Weren't they supposed to be doing something? Prompto snickered a little against Gladio's lips but eagerly kissed him back. Once again he wished he had the ability to purr as it felt hard to even express how happy Gladio made him.

His fingers tangled in Gladio's hair, softly tugging. He'd noticed the large man seemed to enjoy that and if he were being honest, so did he. He was deepening the kiss and getting really into it when something started to feel.. wrong.

He drew back with a frown and abruptly he found himself drifting up off of Gladio's lap. He wasn't falling to the ceiling but suddenly there wasn't anything holding him down either. Alarmed, his hands clamped down on those big shoulders as he scrambled to stay close. "Wh- what's going on?!"

No, a few kisses wouldn't hurt. If it was questioned he would argue that it helped recharge his batteries. It reinforced his desire to get the job done so he could go back and get more of those kisses. It gave him something to fight for. And the man in his lap was definitely worth fighting for.

Fingers in his hair had Gladio beginning to groan, but that tug that sent a tingle from his scalp down his spine caused that groan to be something deeper, more sinful. At least... it would have. Except Prompto was pulling away... The kiss was broken and Gladio frowned, a question on his lips, until he realised that Prompto wasn't getting off of his lap but floating up!

"The hell...?" Gladio immediately hooked his legs around the legs of the table, since the tables were nailed into the damn floor and not likely to float off. Then he reached out and grabbed Prompto around the waist to bring him back to him. Then a thrill of fear lanced through him and he looked around quickly. No gravity. Did that mean that the hull had been breached? Were they venting oxygen? No alarm had started sounding yet and the air around them wasn't whooshing out, so... maybe it was just the gravity?

"I think..." And then an alarm began to sound. It wasn't as loud and annoying as some of the alarms that they had been exposed to, so he guessed it was a specific one for this issue. "... I think we need to find the gravity gen."

Of all the things they'd faced on Eos, this was a totally new kind of fear. Thankfully almost as soon as he experienced that jolt of fear that he'd be floating away, he could feel Gladio anchoring them down somehow. He held on tightly as he worked to get over the shock.

The alarm went off and that helped like a jump start to his brain. "O- oh, okay. It's cool, we're cool. We're just.. floating away like a balloon. This is totally normal."

Cautiously, he reached out to grab the edge of the table too. "Think it's where that alarm is?"

"I'll bet you a weeks wage it is." Gladio grinned and looked around, unsure of just how they were supposed to get to where they needed to go if they couldn't walk or run.

In the end he just thought to hell with it and changed the grip he had on Prompto. He wrapped his arm around his waist from behind as he let himself rise from his seat and turned. Gladio grabbed the table, the chair floated off now he wasn't weighing it down.

"Okay, here's what we're gonna do. I'm going to kick us off, I'll try and aim for the door. Grab the door frame as we get to it. Got it?" He asked Prompto, then smiled and kissed his cheek. "... Need it for good luck." He teased. Because there was no time for more discussion. Gladio gathered his legs under him and, using the table leg as a stable surface, he pushed hard and sent them both floating at speed toward the doorway.

He felt a little like a rag doll being carried like this, but it was far better than the alternative. Case in point, the chair drifting away was unnerving. However, it only took another moment or two before he was focusing on what they needed to do.

The kiss helped.

"Got it!" His mood had greatly improved and he was poised and ready to conquer anything. As they pushed off the table toward the door, he scrambled a bit but caught the edge of the doorway. Gladio's momentum kept going though and he grunted in discomfort when he was shoved up against the wall. For a second, he let go. As he felt their weight shifting backwards toward the room, he squirmed and to free more of his arm and grabbed the doorway again. "Whew, this is harder than it looks on TV."

Gladio did his best not to crush Prompto, he threw out an arm to brace himself but it wasn't the easiest thing in the world. He had never felt more uncoordinated or more ungraceful in his life. He wasn't, but he felt like some flailing idiot, windmilling around and screaming like a child. Neither of them were, of course. They were moving together as best they could. Working to get themselves out of the mess hall and into the corridor to go and find out where the hell the gravity generators were.

"Never seen it." Gladio grunted as, once Prompto had the door frame, he attempted to grab the other side and swing them into the corridor so that he could grab one of the handrails running along it. He had to imagine this wasn't an uncommon thing and that was what they were there for. It would certainly help, since he was beginning to realise that brute strength was not going to help him in the slightest. Not when a simple breath was almost enough to send him into motion.

"I think I saw a control panel down this way." He caught the railing and tugged himself forward. He stopped when he realized one thing holding him back. Turning around, he gave the other man a grin. "You can let go of me, I promise not to float away! See? I'm holding tight to- ack! No, wait- yes, got it, see? Totally holding on." Just how convincing had that been when he'd let the rail slip out of his hand for a brief moment there?

"If this wasn't so alarming, this could actually be fun! I mean, look!" He sent himself spinning like a somersault right into the wall on the other side of the hallway. Fortunately there was a handrail there too.

Gladio hadn't meant to hold on too tight and when Prompto brought attention to it, he felt his cheeks start to warm and was quick to let the blonde go... Though the second Prompto missed the handhold he tried to grab at him again to stop him floating away. He needn't have bothered, but it had been enough to make his stomach lurch and his heart thump so hard he was sure he was about to just stop all together.

"Be careful, dumbass." Gladio muttered gruffly, really wanting to reach out and smack him upside the head for fooling around. No sooner was the words out of his mouth than Prompto decided to prove to him how fun it all was by slinging himself across the room, spinning and turning and Gladio was pretty sure he went an interesting shade of pale. "The hell are you playing at!" He yelled and started pulling himself toward his partner the smart way, using the rails. There was anger in his voice, anger he was using to mask the very real fear he was feeling. What if it wasn't the generator? What if there was a damn hole in the hull and Prompto was just floating around without a care in the world. What if he was sucked out into space? What if... Gladio REALLY needed to stop himself from thinking like that before he gave himself a damn panic attack.

Prompto understood, his poor Gladio was scared. It didn't happen all that often, but it was kind of adorable when it did. Prompto was doing his best not to make it obvious that he knew, but he could always tell. He idly wished they'd been able to finish that make out, but there'd be plenty of time later.

He had to bite his bottom lip to keep from giggling at that gruff tone. His efforts were in vain since as soon as he turned and looked back at Gladio from showing off, he burst into laughter. He came back, shoving off the wall and moved right into the other man's arms. "I'm sorry! Haven't you ever wanted to fly? It kind of feels like that."

He wasn't scared, dammit. He was terrified. Prompto was just messing around like it was all fun and games but he could be killed at any moment! Sucked through a hole in a wall or snipped by whoever was doing all these things on the station to make their lives more difficult.

But then to be laughed at? Gladio was all set to rage at the blonde some more, but when he looked up it was to find the lunatic kiting toward him and he just about managed to let go of the rail with one hand so he could catch Prompto. And the second he had him, Gladio had him in a tight embrace he was sorely afraid would bruise the other but he couldn't quite relax his hold.

"... Not like this..." Gladio managed to get out, doing his best to keep his voice calm. But he allowed himself a second just to press his face into Prompto's shoulder. "... Just... wait... We'll check it out and make sure it's safe. If it's safe you can float around as much as you damn well want."

He hadn't intended it to be 'laughing at' but if he thought about it, he'd realize that's what he'd done. It was one of those instances where the more one person freaked out the calmer it made another person. His emotions were coming out as admiration and finding Gladio so adorable it made him laugh- which, again, wasn't the most appropriate thing.

He hummed a happy note as he was hugged and pressed a kiss to the side of the Big Guy's neck. "I'm sorry. I'll be good now, Cupcake." He giggled again and gave Gladio another couple kisses along his neck to his cheek. He drew back a little. "Have I told you how happy I am we're together today?" This kiss got put on the tip of Gladio's nose. "Alright, going into 'serious mode'! 3- 2- 1- let's do this."

Gladio closed his eyes, he wanted to relax but his heart was hammering and and the fear was there and Prompto laughing wasn't making him any better. Any other time and he would have loved listening to it, could have found peace in it and in his smile and his kisses. But all it told him was Prompto wasn't taking this seriously at all. Not even the silly nickname could pull a laugh from him.

"Prom..." Gladio sighed when his love pulled away from him. He wanted to be strong, dammit it was the one thing he was good at. But right then he was at a complete loss. "I'm sorry." He pulled Prompto closer, not wanting him too far away. And now he was closer, Gladio leaned in and kissed him. There was a lot on that kiss, his fear, his guilt for being so damn weak in front of Prompto, his fear for Prompto... and his love. Because he was happy they were together as well. For however long that would be. He was glad to have been able to share this with him.

Prompto stopped just as he was getting ready to start down the hall in 'serious mode'. His heart squeezed a little as Gladio apologized making him feel guilty for not treating this more important than he had. He didn't want Gladio to be afraid.

He put his arms around the big man and happily kissed him back. "I think you're perfect. It's not every day I get to be the strong one. It makes me feel good to finally get to do this for you. You know I don't judge you for being scared of something right? You're still the bravest and strongest man I know."

"Love me anyway, huh?" Gladio asked then, trying to smile, trying to joke for Prompto's benefit. He hated all of this, but he hated being a burden on Prompto even more. Though there was something to his loves words. He didn't mind passing on the touch to his blonde and allowing him the chance to be the strong one. Because Gladio wasn't feeling all that strong.

"... We should get moving and get the gravity back on. And find whoever did this damn thing in the first place." And maybe shove him out of the nearest airlock. Gladio was quickly finding his fear was turning to anger now he had something to focus it on.

"Yeah, you can make it up to me later," he teased, but lighter this time. He wasn't taking it lightly that he got this rare chance to be the Shield's Shield. He didn't want to make Gladio feel guilty or self-conscious either.

He nodded in agreement and with one more quick kiss, he turned and moved along the hall using the hand rail. For once, he was the first one instead of behind Gladio or Iggy but he felt a new sense of confidence knowing he was being relied on.

As they turned a corner, Prompto spotted one of the panels along the wall ajar. Floating over to it, he pulled it open and grinned back at Gladio. "Jackpot!"

Gladio nodded and followed after Prompto, his full attention on the blonde ahead of him. He was relying on him very much so. If he'd realised how much it meant to Prompto to do something like this, he would have relinquished his guard position to Prompto more often. He'd shown time and time again he could be trusted and was a capable fighter. If he was to follow anyone, his love would be that one.

Hand over hand, he pilled himself along, kicking off a little to keep up with the blonde.

"That's it?" He asked once they'd turned the corner to find the panels. He had no idea what he was looking at but assumed that Prompto would have some idea.

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