Status Report
WHO: Barricade, Blackout
WHERE: Zone 4-ish
WHAT: Barricade feels the need to figure out why Blackout's alive/bring him up to speed on Axiom happenings...at least, from a Tyran Decepticon point of view.
Blackout was far preferable to Starscream in terms of companionship...even with his blinding loyalty to Megatron. That said, he was still...well, dead, last time Barricade checked. But then again, he'd thought Megatron was dead.
Thankfully, Barricade had gotten used to...strange happenings, for lack of a better word. And now that there was another Decepticon he knew of, he was certainly looking forwards to working together about the Autobots.
Their Autobots. The 'Tyran'. For all the situation, for all Barricade wanted to get out of here and return to Megatron, for all that there was supposed to be no fighting and no war...his hatred still burned.
He'd called Blackout towards the industrial zones; an area he had learned to appreciate for the very same reason that it kept many others away. It was loud. And hardly a comfortable place to deal business but Barricade had hardly been comfortable before. He was used to rough situations, rough surroundings, and here as he waited within his alternate mode for Blackout to arrive at the given coordinates he was silently scorning those who were too soft to tolerate a few small inconveniences such as these.
WHERE: Zone 4-ish
WHAT: Barricade feels the need to figure out why Blackout's alive/bring him up to speed on Axiom happenings...at least, from a Tyran Decepticon point of view.
Blackout was far preferable to Starscream in terms of companionship...even with his blinding loyalty to Megatron. That said, he was still...well, dead, last time Barricade checked. But then again, he'd thought Megatron was dead.
Thankfully, Barricade had gotten used to...strange happenings, for lack of a better word. And now that there was another Decepticon he knew of, he was certainly looking forwards to working together about the Autobots.
Their Autobots. The 'Tyran'. For all the situation, for all Barricade wanted to get out of here and return to Megatron, for all that there was supposed to be no fighting and no war...his hatred still burned.
He'd called Blackout towards the industrial zones; an area he had learned to appreciate for the very same reason that it kept many others away. It was loud. And hardly a comfortable place to deal business but Barricade had hardly been comfortable before. He was used to rough situations, rough surroundings, and here as he waited within his alternate mode for Blackout to arrive at the given coordinates he was silently scorning those who were too soft to tolerate a few small inconveniences such as these.