[Albert Heinrich wasn't one to keep track of time well. After forty years it doesn't really become important to him. But sometimes he remembers something that's sorta important.

It's not really about him but more about his team. Those keepsakes didn't help when it came to missing the other cyborgs...his fiance...he wondered what they were doing without them.

Maybe talking with someone would get his mind off it, even if it was mindless chit chat.]

...so I guess it was my birthday last week.

Huh.

Place makes it pretty easy to forget dates.

[He thinks for a moment.]

...you guys know about birthdays, right?

 [You can do this, PJ, you can do this. It was a question! Surely he could ask a question.

After taking a proverbial swallow of his fears, he clicked the feed on.


The only recipient? Arcee.]

Hey, Arcee was it?

[He's having a bit of time adjusting to that name. After all, it was the same one that he had bad relations with in the past. Before her time.]

Are you free this weekend?

[Oh my god PJ are you seriously doing this. Are you asking her out?]

[Barricade seems to be in a slightly better mood than the last time he was on-screen. In fact, he looks rather pleased. Like a cat that finally managed to catch their owner's goldfish without being noticed.]

So. 'Bout a month ago, I was diggin' around in the Junk Pile and I found something from my world. Something big.

[He shifts, letting the video shift with him and that... that is a ship. It's got a lot of carbon scoring and bullet scars on it, but other than that, it's not in completely terrible shape. Barricade pats one of the rotating turrets on it.]

Been working on the poor thing as much as I can, and I think I've got her flight-ready finally. I was just wonderin'...

[He grins widely.]

Anyone want t'go on a test flight with me?

( Locked to Skids )