re_alignment | [Video] [Transmission from: Vectorian Temple] - Seventh Offense

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[Video] [Transmission from: Vectorian Temple] - Seventh Offense | Post Ultimate Showdown

[Barricade is looking... slightly more tired than usual when he starts up the video. He'd been helping to fix the injured as they came in and - when that was done - drove all the way to Vector's quadrant and harassed the Acolytes about where a certain speedster was located. He exvents slowly before he finally speaks.]

Did what I could in the medbay for the injured. If anyone involved in the operation is listening... good work. You did our little society proud.

Now. If anyone needs me, I'll be in Vector's temple.
Someone ought to be here when Blurr wakes up.

[Besides, someone had to put the pieces of him back together. Why not him?]

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[Cliffjumper is pretty much how Barricade remembers him... so to speak. It doesn't really bother him too much, all told. The accusing and acting like he's going to desecrate Blurr's corpse if left alone, though...

He waves a hand at himself.]

Medic. That's why I was in the Medbay before coming here, and if you think I'm lying about that there are plenty of other medics that will vouch for me.

[He watches Cliffjumper stomp around to the opposite side of the altar... with only a single vertical pair of optics. Enjoy that, CJ.]

[Cliffjumper is Cliffjumper, and at least it means Barricade has some idea what to expect and how to deal with him?]

... Even if that's true, which, fine. Doesn't mean they need banged out, this is hardly anythin'. Not worth it.

[Cliffjumper huffs, and once he's on "his" side of the altar, crosses his arms again and gives Barricade a narrow stare. Nevermind if someone's already told him he should get them fixed; they're not really much compared to the injures other people got.]

... And don't do that.

[He grimaces as he realises that Barricade only followed him with two of his four optics, and on the same side as well. Creepy.]

Every injury is worth it. Even the dents.

[If only because dents that left can easily be used to bigger dents... or skip the denting entirely and be punched straight through. Barricade nearly snickers when Cliffjumper realizes just how creepy he's being, instead just smiling, optics snapping back into step with the other pair.]

I can't help it if I was made with extra optics that have a little freer motion on them than your optics might.
Besides, if you're just going to think I'm some sort of monster anyway, why shouldn't I have a little fun with it?

Funny guy. [He'd probably stick a tongue out if it worked like that and he wasn't too mature for that (that's a lie, by the way). Instead Cliffjumper just glares narrowly.] You're gonna claim you're not? And even if the dents need taken care of, I ain't gonna let you do it!

[Because sir, he knows his Decepticons even if you're (supposedly) not one any longer. That doesn't change the past!]

[He crosses his arms over his chassis, quirking one optic ridge. Is that his integrity being questioned? Why he never! (Who's he kidding, he's never really had integrity, just behavior convenient to him.)]

Neutral or not, I haven't exactly been raiding graves or taking people apart... not that your accusations encourage me to be on my best behavior.

It's like you want me to pledge myself to a Megatron again and then go, what. Take over the world? Instead of being the medic I became in Axiom.

[Integrity, schmegrity. Don't you try to use that one!]

Decepticons have medics too, ya know [Huff. he knows this, Barricade can't use that as a reason to be on his 'best behaviour'.[ and besides... if you actually meant what you're sayin', whatever I say wouldn't matter.

[He pauses, scowling.]

... Not like I'm gonna chase you outta here, even if I want to.

[On the off-chance Blurr has been stupid enough.]

I know they do. I've met mine. Soldiers would have rather died than been their patients, for the most part.

[Him included. He was lucky to have Frenzy; the little guy fixed him when he needed fixing so he wouldn't have to be one of Flatline's experiments.

And it's not just you saying it. Half the Haven is convinced I'm a Decepticon.

[Prejudice against red optics, he says. Prejudice!
Barricade snorts lightly.]

As if you could chase me out.

You know, I should be surprised, but I ain't. Just seems like a stupid way to do it...

[Because if people don't want to get repaired because the medics are unpleasant, what then? THough... the negative polarity Ratchet. Cliffjumper grimaces, and almost misses the jab.]

Hey! Like slag I couldn't! [With a sharp little rev of his engine, Cliffjumper stomps around the altar and up to Barricade.] Just 'cause I couldn't just lift ya up and toss you out don't mean I couldn't get you outta here!

[Hope you like your plating poked, because that's what he's doing, while glaring... helm tilted back of course. Give him a moment and he'll realise what he's doing and how close he just got, while not actively involved in a fight.]

Just how things are. If you're okay with them removing 'non-essential parts' or using you as an experiment...

[Well. Then that's your problem if they happen to split your spark into separate bodies.]

... Cliffjumper. Are you threatening me to headbutt me out of here?

[Barricade looks down at the much smaller mech, almost amused. In fact, he is a little amused by the fact that a mech this much shorter than him is poking him. Is this what it feels like to be those mechs he tried to push around?]

That is so adorable.

[Briefly, he grimaces again, because that's not--- that's not what medics should do, but it does fit in with the pattern. Like the inverse Ratchet.]

If that's what it'd take---

[Hey now. You did not just call him adorable while he's threatening bodily harm!

The growl dies off into a sputter, engine and vocaliser both as his optics widen and flare.]

You--- Rrrgh! [There's some slight sort of near-squirm before Cliffjumper snappily points up at Barricade again, still sputtering.] I ain't fraggin' adorable ngh [He can't say that straight mostly because it's embarrassing, optics going a little brighter and field flaring before he scowls.]

I've kept the negative polarity wanna-be pretender Prime off-balance, I could totally headbutt you out of here if I had to!

[If he can't use his cannon or something. Don't make him do it.]

[Cliffjumper has just made a fatal mistake: he reacted wildly to one specific thing. Barricade can smell metaphorical blood in the air, and that's all it takes for him to pounce. At least he manages to keep from grinning too much.]

No, no. You're definitely adorable. Totally cute.

[Yeah, he really can't take Cliffjumper's threats seriously, with the sputtering.]

But I seriously doubt that Blurr would appreciate us fighting over his body, whatever the reason.

[Wow, no, don't make him whip his cannon out, okay?]

I--- Augh! [Growling, static underlays the noise briefly as Cliffjumper scrubs his faceplates to get rid of the tension as much as to hide his too-bright optics.] That ain't what I wanted to hear from a Decepticon! Former or otherwise!

[Have another finger stabbed your way, Barricade.]

And maybe not, but it might be fraggin' needed!

[He's more (embarrassed and) exasperated at this point than completely angry, but.]

[Must. Not. Laugh. Must not laugh. This is supposed to be sad after all. This is unfortunate.

No, what's unfortunate is how much fun Cliffjumper is. This just isn't fair.]

It's just the truth, Cliffjumper. You are adorable and there's nothing you can do about it. The denials just make you even cuter, in fact. [Actually, they make CJ hilarious to tease.]

But if we're going to be serious... you would have to kill me to get me out of this room. And I doubt that you really want to do that, even with me calling you cute.

Which you are.

[How is he supposed to react to anything else said when it's all woven in between... that? And no, it's not fair. To Cliffjumper!]

Rrrr! You're just as bad as Sideswipe! Or worse--- ngh! [There goes the optics and the twitching field as Cliffjumper crosses his arms over his chestplates.]

No, I really, really want to, but I ain't, even if you're bein' fraggin' impossible.

[Scowling, Cliffjumper uncrosses his arms, and, still definitely unable to completely control field or his overly bright optics, gives Barricade something that's not really a punch but more than a smack on the nearest bit of armour before he stomps around the altar again.

Distance. Distance is good. Because if he doesn't get some, he'll do more than smack the slagger who's making him blush, ugh.]

Comparing me to Sideswipe? Now you're just being insulting, Cliffjumper.

[He is not the biggest fan of Sideswipes, bro. Sorry.]

And I'll have you know that this is not me being impossible. You haven't seen that yet.

[He rocks with the swat... and lets all of his plating shiver once and settle back into place while Cliffjumper storms around to the opposite end of the altar once more. Here, Barricade finally does grin. Ha ha, made you feel awkward.]

The only difference is that he's probably sincere.

[Cliffjumper's grin is rather sharp and more teeth than honest amusement, because even as awkward this whole thing is to him, he knows Barricade's basically just doing it to annoy him.]

Then I hope I ain't ever gonna have to see it.

[With a huff, he sits down on the edge of the altar, arms crossed over his chestplates. He could sit on the floor, but then he wouldn't be able to keep an optic or two on Barricade.]

Debatable. Besides, I'm hardly lying; you are, in fact, cute.

[It's the smallness, really. And the unending offense at the thought. Being able to annoy Cliffjumper by stating fact is just a perk.]

With any luck, you won't.

[Barricade, by contrast, had dragged in a chair to sit on, which he does. He keeps one optic on Cliffjumper... one on the door... and two on Blurr. Weirdo.]

Wh--arrgh!

[HERE HE THOUGHT THEY WERE DONE WITH THIS! And he should be able to hear that said without being embarrassed by it, especially by now, but compliments just... makes Cliffjumper flustered.

Even when they're said by a Decepticon (even if he claims not to be one anymore).]

And can ya stop with that--- That optic... thing!

[Have a wildy waving arm in your direction, Barricade.]

You're so flustered.

[He would probably start laughing but this is the most inappropriate time for that. He will keep it to himself, for now. But Barricade is definitely not finished with this.]

My optics can move independently of each other. That is what they do. It lets me see multiple angles at once in case something changes.

Oh, shut off.

[He didn't need it pointed out, thanks. With a grumble, Cliffjumper crossed his arms over his chestplates, still keeping Barricade in the corner of his vision.]

... Suppose that's useful, but it looks slaggin' creepy.

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