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[The initial assessment of the situation hadn't taken long. No guards, a strange place - this wasn't the mine he'd made into his home, not in the least - a small winged lizard creeled at him and then vanished into thin air. His shotgun on a table, with a holster. That was handy. The remnants of a life that apparently just left like the organic sitting strewn about.

Then, there was the communication network. He studied it for a good, long while. Someone here bore a face that was and wasn't his. And they were revolting.

Measures needed to be taken.

The Link transmission opens with a sharp electronic pop, and the voice on the other end is Barricade's, but rougher and colder.]

This is the Lord High Protector. Any Decepticons within transmission range - I require a sitrep on the current location and your status. I also require the last known whereabouts of the imposter Barricade.

I should not have to remind you that you ignore these orders at your own peril. By the Allspark, I shall feed you to the Autobots myself if you fail me.

That is all.

[The transmission cuts out immediately after. Anyone in Solus Prime's temple might catch sight of the 'Lord High Protector' in the halls, though. Barricade, though not with the face he was upgraded to... and without legs, wheeling himself through the halls in a battered chair, now-holstered shotgun slung across the back.]

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[He would, but Soundwave is dead ~~as far as he's concerned~~.

Barricade doesn't seem particularly intimidated. Big at this other mech is. He gave up on fear of his comrades - and of his enemies - long ago. A Decepticon that's unfamiliar to him... but could be of some use.

He looks up to the firelizard, shuttering his upper optics. Well, that is curious, if nothing else is. He points to it.]

There was an organic one of those in the room is woke in. I am the one calling. I am the Lord High Protector.

[He offers a hand for a shake. Bulkhead's name didn't appear in any of the rosters he had so this mech is either an Autobot expatriate or... something. Either way, a small courtesy might win him some favors. Long enough to get Bulkhead under his thumb, he hopes.]

[Lucky him.

But Bulkhead isn't going to take Barricade for granted, based on size difference. Or even him being in a wheelchair. At Barricade's words, he glances at the annoying creature again, who's managed to find a perch on him just out of his reaches. It's trying to spite him isn't it?]

Really? This one just showed up, won't leave me alone. [He grumbles some at it, but then Barricade gets his attention again.]

Yeah, uh...nice to meetcha Lord High Protector. [He'll take the hand and shake it. The guy is still a con, so at least he's somebody he could trust. Even if he doesn't know him too well.]

Can't say I heard of ya before. But at least yer a fellow con. [You're not going to kill him are you?]

[audio] [the Game has Changed] - Ninth Transmission

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