[Audio] [Transmission from: Solian Temple] - Twelfth Offense

[namesnotprowl]

[The audio starts up out of the blue, with only a brief pause at the beginning. Even so, every word seems deliberate and carefully chosen.]

Sorry about the timin'a this, but... I've been thinkin' a lot lately. Dangerous habit, I know.

This is the third multidimensional hub I've been in. I've gotten ripped out of dimensions more than I can explain. I've gone backwards in time twice... forwards once. Turned into a human and a cat. Heh, got haiku-powered jet boosters for a while. I rebuilt my own legs from scratch. I've had my processor picked over more times than I'd like. I've lost more friends than I ever wanted to... and made a few more than I've expected. Including a few that were too stubborn to give up on me when they should have. I've seen how how our wars start... and I've seen them end.

And the one ending was enough. Three hubs has been too much, and I'm too old. I know too much that would compromise this Cybertron's chance at having its own future.

I can't stay.

I have a few things to finish up, still, but in a week... I'm leaving. I've heard rumors of a place in the Outlands that could use someone like me, and I've dug out the clues I need to get there.

I'll be contacting a few of you individually; this is what the humans call the Season of Giving, and I have things to give you. Call them parting gifts if you will.

{{Individuals on this list will be getting special presents as listed, though if Barricade is so much as a passing acquaintance of his you can expect a few cubes of high grade left outside your door (or a six-pack of beer if you're human).))

Comments

[namesnotprowl]

C'mon. When has anything gone as it should around here?

[In any way, really. Even beyond Overlord and Tarn and the like, it could just spontaneously start raining fish tomorrow.]

They are. If you're creative enough... and if you're clever enough to design them. Which I'm certain you are.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Let's not count all those times, 'Cade. Never tell me the odds.


...


Guess I'll just have to show ya myself one day.

[A dark chuckle. As if he knows that day won't come. Joking about it helps, though.]

[namesnotprowl]

Ah, they ain't all been bad times, at least.

[Barricade smiles a little.]

You will, if I can catch you before you make it back home, anyway. [It's not like he's leaving the planet or anything.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...So.

[He looks at that hand, reaching up to put it on Barricade's shoulder.]

Take care of yourself out there, bud.

[namesnotprowl]

[He nods shortly, putting one of his own hands on Wheeljack's shoulder and squeezing gently.]

I will. You take care of yourself too, Jackie-boy, all right?