[Video] [Transmission from: Solian Temple] - Sixth Offense

[namesnotprowl]

So, d'I have your approval?

[Barricade is not talking to the camera. He is talking to a small-ish dragon with bronze scales sitting on his desk. Across from the firelizard is a similar dragon made of metal with glowing green optics. The organic and non-organic dragons are both staring at each other, shifting on their feet and twitching their wings. The robotic one eventually takes off into the air, using tiny turbines in its wings to hover for a few moments before landing again.

The organic one turns to look at Barricade after that, squeaking and growling at him. He grins.]

That's what I figured. W-

[He starts looking towards the camera when the robotic firelizard creels metallically at him. He stares for a moment before looking at the feed finally.]

As I was about t'say. I think I've gotten all the kinks worked out with this little fella. He is a mechanical firelizard - non-firebreathing, of course.

I'm hopin' to make more and release them into the wild but I was wondering if anyone might want one for themselves before I start tweaking the programming from 'tame' to 'wild'. The design and mechanics would be the same with each, but with paint t'your liking.


[Locked to Solus Prime and Alpha Trion]
[Once the first transmission is sent, he sends a second, more solemn now.]

There are some things I would like to ask you about, if you've the time and are amenable.

Comments

[namesnotprowl]

They're mostly for being pets, though I think a few folks might be planning t'use them for tracking and scouting. They can fly and hover as natural abilities, and c'n be a taught a few tricks like the tracking and fetching and carrying things.

Doesn't hurt that they're cute, though.

[Yep. That is Barricade calling something cute unironically and not to fluster the thing in question.]

[notyourblueangel]

[The last actually gets a small grin from the Seeker.]

And you're offering to build more? What do you want in return?

[Because . . . yeah, he won't admit it, but they are kind of endearing.]

[namesnotprowl]

I am. I was gonna build more anyway, and I happen t'know what good pets they make.

[Don't worry, Barricade will admit it for both of them.]

I'll want your desired colors and some time t'consider repayment. [...WAIT.]
... Actually, if I might be able to take a look-see at your flight systems? I've got a couple unusual orders that I could use more data t'fill.

[notyourblueangel]

[The hesitation is only brief – Barricade's earned that much trust, at the least. He nods.]

Sure. When would you like to do that? And what unusual orders?

[He'd at least like to know who he's indirectly helping and what they plan to do with it. He'll pretty much agree regardless unless a name like Tarn's comes up. TC would HOPE that Barricade's smarter than that and isn't dealing with the slick fragger.]

[namesnotprowl]

Soon as possible, probably. A few folks have ordered 'em larger and smaller; can't say who on account of confidentiality but needless to say I'm not sure the set-up on these fellas would work if I just expanded or shrank them.

[Even without a bunch of uber-hackers here Barricade is cautious about how much he says over the Link... regardless of who the orderer happened to be including Tarn. He's not in the habit of doing background checks for people ordering things that generally aren't dangerous.]

[notyourblueangel]

Ah, orders for the dragons.  [For some reason, he was thinking personal mods or something.]  I can be there today if you have the time.

[namesnotprowl]

Yep. Believe me when I say it's tricky t'get right, especially when you're a ground-pounder. [Flight was not his forte, even if he fixed plenty of jets.] I do. Though you'll have to excuse the mess in my quarters.

[notyourblueangel]

[That actually draws a low chuckle from the Seeker.]

I'm sure it's no worse than anyone else with projects in progress.  [He's seen what Starscream's lab gets like sometimes.  Or Hook's or Shrapnel's.]

I'll be right over.

[namesnotprowl]

Well, it hopefully ain't too awful. Just watch f'r any stray limbs lying about. [He promises they probably didn't come off someone Thundercracker knew. Hopefully.]

I'll be waiting. I'll try to tidy up a bit, too.

[notyourblueangel]

[So long as they're not from someone Thundercracker actually gives a whit about, he's good with it.]

[A little bit later, he arrives, sounding the chime on Barricade's door.]

[namesnotprowl]

[Excellent. Since they're mostly from the Junk Pile they're probably good.]

[Barricade keys the door open; aside from the variety of parts scattered across most of the flat surfaces in the room, it looks rather nice, really. He flashes a grin, stepping out of the doorway.]

Come in, come in.

[The pair of firelizards from the broadcast creel at Thundercracker. Hello new person!]

[notyourblueangel]

Thanks. [He steps in, taking in the room at a glance.] Nice place.

[The two creatures and their greeting draw a small grin from him, and he gives them a nod.]

So, what exactly do you need to look at?

[namesnotprowl]

I try~ A Home Depot unexpectedly dropped in a long while ago so I decided to do some home renovation.

[Good times, good times.]

Mm, and what I need to get a look at is mostly those lovely wings on you. [He grins and motions with a chromed claw to Thundercracker's wingalings.]

[notyourblueangel]

A what?

[Oh, no, wait, he does know what that is. There were commercials for it sometimes on The History Channel.]

Huh.

[And there you go "hitting" him in his pride. The comment gets a rare, wide /grin/ from the Seeker, wings flicking as he shifts a little to show them off.]

Of course. What do you need from me? [He'll head for a bench or worktable if there is one and settle on it.]

[namesnotprowl]

Home improvement supply store. So, I improved my home.

[And he still has extra supplies, even.]

Heh. I'll need you to sit there- [He motions to the cleaned-off desk... the only one in the room.] -while I give you some gentle poking and prodding f'r a bit. Get a feel for things.

[notyourblueangel]

[TC settles with a nod.]

  If you have any questions, just ask.  I should be able to answer most of them.  My wingmates and I have done enough repairs on each other.

  [Especially Starscream.  Fragger had such a propensity for getting himself beaten to slag, after all.]

[namesnotprowl]

That is how it goes, huh? Decepticons learning to repair those closest to them. Especially when everyone's taking a beating.

[Barricade is well-acquainted with that position.]

If you're amenable, my assistant could get a closer look at things. It'd feel a bit... crawly, though.

[notyourblueangel]

Yeah . . . pretty much. 

  [There's a grimace in his tone and on his face, but he lets it go at that.  The last comment gets a "look", though.]

  Crawly?  Eh . . . sure . . .

[If nothing else…he's curious now.]