re_alignment | [Audio] [Transmission originating from: Solian Sector]

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✘ tf: bayverse | barricade (crau)

[Audio] [Transmission originating from: Solian Sector] - Second Offense

I'm out of contact f'r a couple days and everything goes crazy. Y'all are really trying to make me feel at home aren't you, darlings?

[Barricade sounds tired, but amused. He's been in and out of the medbay keeping an optic on Ratchet and tweaking the upgrade plans for the prototype that kind of... exploded at said medic, and in between that has been trying to finish the renovations to his quarters in Solus Prime's temple.

Busy bot has been busy.]

So we've got a police force coming up, and a mercenary guild forming, huh? Well, I frankly ain't seen any law system work out - and I certainly ain't joining any of you, no offense - but I will say this.

I've been told that here we're more or less at peace among one another. Means we don't need warriors.

We need cops.

And if there are outside aggressors, we don't need warriors either. We need soldiers, because the whole Spec Ops suicide runs? Don't end well. For anyone. Ever.

That's all.

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Probably nothing you ain't heard from others yet, but I finished my sniffing around for your partner. Trail went farther towards the Badlands than I was willing t'go and I didn't catch anything indicating he might have exited it or changed directions.

For what it's worth, I'm sorry he's gone.

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Not really. But that's a story that ain't for network consumption. [Encrypted or not; he's well aware that there are hackers out there.]

Don't blame you at all. You live in Solus's temple, right? Swing by my room; it's the one currently under construction. I'll meet you there.

Ah. Maybe over the high-grade, then.

[He laughs with soft self-deprecation.] And here I never realized you were a neighbor. I'll be there soon~.

Mm. If you ask nicely~

Well, I've been keeping myself busy. Don't usually actually run into folks around here unless I've been doing work for 'em.

[Hanging out with Ratchet all the time when he's not poking around to working on renovations.]

[Which would explain why Knock Out hasn't seen him, given that he's sort of actively avoiding Ratchet (and Wheeljack) right now.]

And Primus certainly knows I've been busy enough myself, lately.

But we can consider the oversight remedied, now can't we?

[He really can't blame Knock Out for that. He'd be avoiding his Autobots too... and is avoiding at least one of them.]

Seems like we keep on our toes around here, as it were.

C'n definitely consider the oversight remedied~

Excellent.

On my way~. [And he suits deed to word-- there's a sound of an engine revving up before the audio shuts off.]

See you then~

[It doesn't take long for him to make it back to his quarters, where he cleans up the mess a bit - there's only so much he can do with the half-way finished room - before pulling a few cubes from their hiding spot.]

[KO's got to cruise through the halls for a bit to find Barricade's room, but he manages, eventually, to find it. He transforms and raps politely on the door.

He'd be much obliged if you didn't mention the still-sorry state of his plating.]

[So long as Knock Out doesn't mention the complete lack of furniture besides the built-in berth. Besides, he's Tyran - he's used to seeing mechs at their sorriest. This is nothing, really.

Barricade swings the door open, stepping out of the way after a moment.]

Knock Out~

[And Knock Out steps in, giving the spare room a quick glance. It's not like his quarters are that much better.]

So you're Barricade. [Now his critical optics rake the other mech, curious. Congrats, 'Cade, you're his first Tyran.] You're a... complex one, aren't you?

[Barricade has at least been trying to fix it up; granite tiling on the floor and a semi-open area on one end that looks like a washrack.]

I am, in both cases. Back in Axiom they called my kind Tyrans. Mostly they just call us 'the spikey ones' though. [He twitches and flairs a few bits of plating to indicate. Or to show off.]

[It certainly looks nicer than his own plain quarters, even if it's not yet done. But Knock Out's far more interested in Barricade himself than his surroundings, enough so that he tries to pace around the other mech to have a full-circle look at him.]

Axiom? Tyrans? Mn, I know you're speaking Cybertronian, but I'm not understanding you, I'm afraid.

I could say it in German, but I doubt that'd help~

[Barricade notices Knock Out pacing around him, simply turning his head to follow the track of the other mech.]

Axiom Nexus. Sort of a dimensional hub, like this place. Everyone gets sucked in through portals from their home dimensions. Just the natives were more organized. Labelled us all according to our home dimensions: Tyrans, Aurexians, Malgians. Never got the name'a yours, though.

[Knock Out stops dead as the implications of what Barricade's saying sinks in, his optics flaring open wide and then narrowing right back down again.] This has happened to you before, hasn't it? This... 'interdimensional travel' nonsense. [He wiggles his clawtips as he says it.]

[Barricade simply quirks his brow ridges up and shutters his optics - upper pair then lower pair - and twitches a grin.] This has happened t'me before, yes. But... oh, what's that saying... "Third Time's The Charm", right?

[He loves these little moments like this.
He loves to grab them and shake them until they scream for mercy.]

[Knock Out's definitely looking a little shell-shocked as that sinks in.] Third... time...

[He gives himself a little shake, as if to snap himself out of it.] Well. Aren't you just the unlucky slagger?

[Barricade's grin just widens. If he was a cat there would be feathers in his dentals from the family's late parrot.]

Oh, I don't know. Got a shiny new face, met a Megatron better than mine and I got to get away from my war. So I figure I ain't doin' half-bad~

[Let's just ignore his legs being blown off and the Spider Incident and all those Soundwaves... and that the 'shiny new face' made him shriek incoherently for a day and a half before he started coping, the drama queen.]

Hm. [Hands on his hips, Knock Out regards Barricade with frank appraisal, particularly his face.] You know, now that you mention it, this-- [He gestures at his own face, but means Barricade's.] --doesn't really mesh with the rest of your aesthetic. I was wondering why that was bothering me.

[...Priorities!]

Yes, well. Apparently the native Shockwave thought it would hilarious to tweak it to something closer to their aesthetic. Don't mind it so much now, but the lips are definitely a change.

Though if you're curious how it looked before...?

[Barricade would certainly be willing to oblige, if only to see the look on Knock Out's face; as far as he knows, there are only three here that remember his original face, and they wouldn't talk about it he's sure.]

I can't deny that you've made me curious. [He crooks the fingers of one hand in an inviting gesture-- please, oblige him!]

Mm, well I'd hate t'leave you hangin' then~ [Let him just pull it up on his hologenerator: he'd had it all set up for when he'd been back home.

After a few moments there's a snap-hiss and his original face is transposed over his current one.]

[Knock Out rocks back a step, for a moment visually startled before he manages to compose himself.]

Well. That's certainly more... congruent.

[And not attractive at all, at least to his eyes. Sorry Barricade.]

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[He can't help a little smugness at the reaction. That sort of thing used to annoy him more; Barricade considered himself attractive for a Tyran 'Con, whichever face he had.]

Softening your words f'r little old me? I think I'm flattered.

[The Other-You hadn't even been so kind with the face he has now. He flicks off the hologram.]

[He shrugged and spread his hands.] I'm not so ill-mannered as to antagonize my host~. Especially before he's even broken out the energon.

Mm. Smart and pretty. How'd I get so lucky~? [But since it was mentioned, energon! He has it, carefully set on a stack of half-cut metal panels.]

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[Encrypted; audio > action if you'd like? handwave if you wouldn't!]

[Encrypted; audio > action is something that I am all for!]

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[action - LMAO 'CADE.....]

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[action - MOST EXCELLENT, BECAUSE BARRICADE WOULD *LOVE* TO PLAY WITH HIM~]

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[action - it most certainly is~]

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[action - MOST EXCELLENT, BECAUSE BARRICADE WOULD LOVE TO PLAY WITH HIM~]