[Video] [Transmission from: Solian Temple] - Third Offense

[namesnotprowl]

I've got good news for you folks living in Solus Prime's temple. I'm not gonna be banging around at all hours anymore.

[The video pops on to show Barricade's newly-finished room minus the clothes, of course, complete with a washrack. And there is Barricade too, looking so proud of himself.]

Now that that's done.

[DOWN TO BUSINESS. This is Barricade's serious face.]

I know we're pretty much rollin' in medics around here, but if any of you need repairs, you c'n comm me. I'm well-versed in most timestream's frame variations and the majority of typical frame types. Even worked on a few triple-changes before. And if you're interested in unusual upgrades, come have a chat with me. We might be able t'work something out.

Also gonna offer my construction skills. Seems like we need a few more builders here, and if you're looking for proof of my skills--

[He waves behind him at his quarters with a flourish.]

Consider this my resume.


[Private to Shockwave]

Ah. Did you still want to see me, about my legs?

Comments

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[noparachutes]

I'll let the Driller know not to stop you.

PRIVATE

[namesnotprowl]

... He usually stops folks?

[Well, he guesses if you've got a robot death-worm, you might as well use it...]

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[noparachutes]

I am too busy to allow others to disturb me whenever they wish.

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[namesnotprowl]

Busy. That's a first around here.

[Smushing himself down into car mode to drive out to the temple now.]

PRIVATE

[noparachutes]

Unlike most of you, I am not wasting my time with idle things.

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[namesnotprowl]

Well until we can find some way to get to the Lambda and run tests on it, there's not much t'be done about getting home, if that's the plan.

And if we're gonna be stuck here a while, we might as well make it as tolerable as possible.

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[noparachutes]

Making it tolerable is not necessary.

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[namesnotprowl]

Well I f'r one have been in desperate need of somewhere tolerable for a while. I was stuck on Earth for far too long.

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[noparachutes]

Stuck but not captured. You should consider yourself lucky.

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[namesnotprowl]

I'll consider myself lucky when they aren't hunting me and blowing my legs off after blinding me. You may've been captured, but by the time I showed up they were just killing us instead.

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[noparachutes]

Death in battle is much better than capture, Barricade.

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[namesnotprowl]

I don't particularly look forward to either option. Particularly when they're so incapable of finishing the job they started.

Three times.

PRIVATE

[noparachutes]

They're inferior, did you expect any different?

PRIVATE

[namesnotprowl]

Not particularly, but it's slightly insulting. The least they could do is finish it, if they're going to maim me all the fragging time. Waste of my skills and resources fixing the damage.

[And into Megatronus's temple he finally goes.]

Where're your quarters in here?

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[noparachutes]

Perhaps your whining turned them off.

[He pings his room location.]

PRIVATE

[namesnotprowl]

What? Can't take a little complaining from the soldiers anymore? I thought you were made of sterner stuff.

[He shall be there presently!]

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[noparachutes]

To be honest it was rare that any of you had anything of importance to say. Rarer still that I actually listened.

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[namesnotprowl]

Now why does that not surprise me. You didn't listen t'anything, Soundwave listened to everything...

[And in he comes-] ... but now there's not much choice is there?

ACTION

[noparachutes]

[Shockwave turns to loom face Barricade, peering down at him.]

Which would be why I preferred to get the data from him.

And now there is little else to do in my spare time.

ACTION

[namesnotprowl]

Yes, well. 'If wishes were horses than all men would ride' and all that.

[Barricade does not seem overly put off by Shockwave's height or looking peering, and in fact straightens up slightly.]

You'll get used to it, I'm sure.

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[noparachutes]

Until Megatron arrives or a way home is found.

Now, what is the problem with your legs.

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[namesnotprowl]

Which Megatron. [So, so dry.]

Oh, you know. Blown off by grenades and I had to reconstruct them myself. The joints stick more than they should, ache more than they oughta.

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[noparachutes]

Ours.

[Obviously, Barricade. Really do you think he'd listen to another one?]

Sit.

ACTION

[namesnotprowl]

Always gotta ask; alliances c'n change in places like this.

[He takes a seat as instructed.]

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[noparachutes]

And which Megatron would I suddenly change my loyalties for?

[Shockwave takes his own seat, and begins looking over Barricade's legs]