[Video] [Transmission from: Solian Sector] - Eighth Offense

[namesnotprowl]

[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]

As I recall, I owe you a demonstration of a certain pair of appendages, and this seems like a perfect opportunity.

If you're up for it, that is.

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[namesnotprowl]

[It's kind of an automatic politeness thing for him. Even if somebody can fly this is just what he does. And the excuse to hold Blurr's hand isn't bad either. Barricade squeezes back, gently, as he helps pull him up.]

Nah. I ain't piloted since my duty on the Nemesis. Management thought I'd be more useful on the ground in Chicago, where this poor thing last saw action.

[raceme]

[Blurr is more than happy with politeness. One of the things he likes the most of spending time with Barricade is the amount of attention the other mech freely gives him. Usually it was the other way around with his not-really-very-successful-relationship.]

Should I be worried about a possible crash? Remember that I just came back. [Blurr nudges his side, smiling.]

Show me how you own this bad boy. Should I stand aside or sit somwhere?