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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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[He'd thank you for the extra layers of encryption, but he's got a feeling it's for your own aft rather than his. It seems they both appear to be in good moods too.]

And manipulation of the ones the citizens trust most has never been your forte, si?

[There's nothing humble about you, Barricade.]

Quite the noble statement.

[Hey, Ironhide would probably forgive Mirage, eventually. Barricade would get shot in the face. But good moods are always welcome.]

What can I say? I really enjoy a little irony. Besides, kept me out of trouble f'r a while there~

[Oh, he knows.]

I know. I'm so noble it hurts, Mirage.

Only for so long. You were not the most eloquent back then, I hear.

[At least that's a more polite, cliffnote version of what Sam said. "Crazy asshole" was a more accurate term of endearment by the kid.]

I'm convinced, truly.

I'm sure Sam cursed more about it. But what can I say? I got a little... intense, with our goal so close.

[Besides, he'd been stuck with the same five mechs for fifteen thousand years and had gotten slightly uncouth and irritable by the end.]

I hope so. because it's absolutely true.

It was...as they say..."like a sailor".

[Blah blah your needs, Barricade.]

And have you volunteered for it? This...law enforcement.

I figured as much. I did play a little bit rough with him, after all.

[Hey, they're important.]

I haven't; ain't exactly something I'm interested in, still. Grew out of enforcing the law.

Rumors say that is...a usual day with you.

[About as important as the female lead in DoTM.]

Now that is more like the Barricade I remember.

Mm, that just depends on the other mechs involved in my day. Sometimes they even enjoy it.

[Ouch, my feelings.]

C'mon, could you really see me as actual law enforcement?
Aside from looking the part, that is.

I doubt that. I really do.

[need some bandages?]

No. But I could not see you as anything else you have shown me in the past few weeks, either.

You'd be shocked, I'm sure.

Having that much trouble with the idea? Mm. Maybe you oughta stop by sometime; I've almost finished my washrack. You might get a chance to believe in my construction skills if nothing else~

I wasn't aware you had hobbies.

[As tempting as it is to visit you because HE'S CURIOUS OF YOUR MOTIVES...]

Washrack?

I have so many hobbies it's downright dangerous. And nearly impossible f'r me to get bored.

[Because really? He's more dangerous when he's bored.]

Mm-hm. Washrack. Don't tell me those human allies of you didn't let you set up showers, because that would be terrible of them. All of us deserve a good cleaning every once in a while.

[Mirage has a pretty good idea of what you do when you're bored, Barricade. And he'd rather...not imagine that.]

Can't say that they did.

[That awkward moment when the once-Decepticon feels pity for you.]

[Don't worry Mirage, he's not going to dwell on it.]

Now that's a damn shame. You folks more than earned 'em.

[Really, it's all about making a point for him, that those humans weren't exactly the best to their guests.]

In that case, wanna borrow mine for a while?

[Those optics narrow slightly.]

We were busy fighting a war, if you recall.

[...Is he going to come out alive, Barricade? Sorry, that's just his first train of thought. But his wings twitch idly, as if thinking on it.]

...

You weren't fighting all the time, were you?

[After all, there were almost 15,000 years of downtime in there when they'd been trying to find the Cube.]

I'll keep my hands to myself, I promise. Got nothing to worry about from me.

No.

[He is not mentioning he had to go to a car wash to get clean. Not. Ever.]

...That's kind of you.

[He makes sure there's NO ONE who can hear this.]

Maybe.

Sure there was enough time you could've gotten clean. Or at least watched a few shows.

[Barricade wouldn't say anything about it, really; he had to endure the same thing. Though he'd been on the run at the time.]

Well. If you decide to, I'm in Solus Prime's temple. The room under construction.

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