[VIDEO] [TRANSMISSION ORIGINATING FROM: SOLIAN TEMPLE] - SECOND OFFENSE

[namesnotprowl]

[For once, Barricade's video is on. Look at that full-color spikey cop car, backing up from the camera slightly. He's in his quarters, which are looking more finished than they had. Still not entirely complete, of course, but the washrack is done! FINALLY.

But today, Barricade is all-business. Or all-scientist, rather.]

This is Barricade, of TransTech-designated timestream Tyran 707.04 Delta, with test 01 of Unauthorized Upgrade 03.

I woke up yesterday and performed my usual post-recharge scan and found new equipment in my legs. Someone must have gotten hold of my designs for an upgrade to my legs that I never implimented while rebuilding them.

They have proven nonresponsive to normal activation methods but. I believe I have it figured out now.

Attempt One.

[He exvents, the sound chuffing out from the underside of his grill and... he speaks.]

Seagulls at Kmart
Are they keen bargain shoppers
or lost in the flock

[A set of thrusters rotate out of his calves, activating. He hovers about three feet above the ground for a bit... until the thrusters open up completely and he shoots straight out of shot.]

OH FRAG ME!

Thatseagullhaiku
wasflippin'hilarious
restoredorigins!

[There's a sound like thrusters shutting off... and a scream before he plummets back into shot, landing in a heap. Barricade groans.]

Conclusion: If I was meant to fly, I would have been originally formatted with wings.

Comments

[namesnotprowl]

Huh. You'd think you would remember going into recharge, nightmares like that... [He drums his claws against his cheek plating in thought for a few moments, before looking down at his own legs.]

Say. Out of curiosity, anything happen before your nightmares started? Any unusual breaks in your routine in the last week or so?

[There is usually a root cause for these sorts of things. He is going to find it.]

[raceme]

[Barricade he didn't know that you were also a therapist. Blurr thinks about that.]

I didn't do anything UNUSUAL no, _{no that I could} remember. I already had nightmares BUT THOSE are more vivid.

[namesnotprowl]

Curious.

'S just. Usually there's a reason things like this. Teleporter malfunctions or mind-affecting mushrooms, sonic manipulation... so there has t'be something behind your nightmares and my thrusters.

[raceme]

Perhaps it's Unicron again? Could he do something like this?

[namesnotprowl]

I'm hesitant to believe that some nebulous god that may or may not exist would give me thrusters activated by haikus.

[raceme]

I wouldn't try to apply logic to an entity that's called The Destroyer of Worlds.

[namesnotprowl]

I would. If a Shockwave c'n have a logical reason to rearrange my face, then so can Unicron.

Point in fact, blaming everything on something I'm personally not even sure is real? Might as well be saying that it's my Megatron's fault. he's not even here.

[raceme]

S...Shockwave. [The last thing he needs right now is to think about that particular mech.]

Soitreallyismyfaultthenbecauseicantcontrolthose.

[namesnotprowl]

Some other one. [He waves one hand flippantly.] If he was around I'd peel his plating off in pieces but that's neither here nor there.

... Pardon? [You've lost him.]

[raceme]

The one form my world and me didn't get along all that well either I AM very glad he's not here.

It's nothing.

[namesnotprowl]

Can't say as I've met yours before. Most tend towards an irritating amount of logic, though.

Mm, sure sounds like something to me. Something that might be important.

[raceme]

Is Shockwave. Better not to know him at all.

I need to go Barricade.

[namesnotprowl]

All right, all right, get goin'.

[raceme]

Thank you.

[Anddd he cuts the transmission.]