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.
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come on man, you can't be real I'll show you what it is, let the anthem build )
He removed these thoughts, and instead brought up the files he spoke of as he prepared for the data transfer. Designations. Causes of death. Everything that he'd found out during his time, aside from his personal experiences with Bumblebee and his ward (though he was prepared to share the fact that he was as hunted as any of the others, that there was a time he'd escaped by the rubber of his tires - only to reiterate the fact that they had been hunted. all of them.).
And how many had died with the Fallen's name on their vocalizers.
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As it was, he just initiated uplink and waited for Barricade to transfer the files, eager to peruse the information for himself. He wanted to know what had happened, everything that had happened, even though he still wasn't entirely sure he believed it.
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Macerator. Kickback. Trample, Tread. So many others. All the data Barricade had accumulated on NEST, which wasn't too much - for all of the fact that Cybertronian technology and software was far superior to anything the humans had, it was more along the lines of him not quite knowing where to search; he was used to Frenzy doing such things. He'd found enough to understand the purpose of the group, but not who they were going after, how they were hunting them.
His memory files of Mission City were there as well, though Blackout might easily note that none of it was first hand. He hadn't been there; why, he did not transfer, though there was a distinct sense of regret tinging it. He'd wanted to be there. He'd wanted to fight. Fate - or ill luck - had not allowed him to participate. He would not have minded dying in battle with the rest of them, but as he had survived - he had a duty to continue surviving, and to do whatever he could to seek revenge without getting himself killed in the process.
Not like the fools who screamed of the Fallen, the rumors of his return.
Barricade did not send his files since coming here; only of the time between Mission City, and just before his arrival. And not everything - simply enough for Blackout to understand that yes, this happened. Yes, he missed things.
And as Barricade searched Blackout's own files, looking for holes in memory or lies or anything to offer an explanation - he was determined not to miss anything of his own.
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He was getting one now, though, looking through the files Barricade was giving him. Though it was always a possibility that the files were doctored, or fabricated, there were no glaring inconsistencies or any of the other, more subtle markers that might indicate it.
It seemed he had to believe him.
He really had missed things. He shook his head, not in negation but incredulity. How could this happen? he wondered as he lingered, particularly, on the information from Mission City. The thought was probably clear to Barricade.
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As Blackout made no attempt to keep him out, Barricade took another, deeper look in - then, finding nothing to answer his question (unless the lack of something did so), he oulled back out. Satisfied? he sent without sarcasm along the data link.
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Satisfied, he acknowledged, caching the files for further examination later and initiating disconnection of that link. "The Allspark..." he said aloud, the volume of his vocalizer low and the tone pensive. "Does anything remain?"
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"A single shard," he explained, sending the relevant data file, which...did not have much information to it. The humans - and Autobots - hid its location well. "I do not know where it is," Barricade reiterated, before starting the subroutines to close the connection.
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"Not that there's much we can do to reclaim it even if you did," he muttered. "Not unless they happened to bring it here."
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And subsequent death. But he'd save that until he saw Blackout's reaction.
"She believes it to be truth, if nothing else." And how would a human know of the Fallen?
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"...The Fallen," he repeated blankly. "The insect claims the Fallen came to Earth? That legend?" Not the most religious mech, Blackout had long ago discounted the Fallen's existence as surely as that of Primus, or the firstforged Primes, or any of the other various figures of Cybertronian myth and legend that stories were told about. If he couldn't perceive it--or-them--directly, he wasn't convinced.
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Again, tone said more than words; Barricade was known through the Decepticons for getting others to tell him information. Willingly. Happily so, even, as they trusted him and why wouldn't they share such things.
"...and that the Prime managed to kill him." Here, at least, he let his disbelief shine through. "I would very much like to find a Decepticon who had seen that."
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He still wasn't sure he believed this nonsense about the Fallen, though Lord Megatron's revival was something he could accept without question, no matter what the circumstances.
"...Hn." A flutter of his rotors betrayed his uncertainty, and he had to still them willfully. "As would I. Prime is not to be underestimated, but given the legends about the Fallen's power..." It seemed...unlikely, to say the least.
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It was a thought, but it would require some planning.
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Although there was no doubt Witwicky's was in particular danger of premature termination; Barricade wasn't the only one who'd relish a chance at him, particularly given the information Blackout now possessed about him and the role he'd played at Mission City.
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He most certainly had enough time to finish him off, had he wanted to then and there, but...his reasons for letting the boy live then were far from merciful.
"That said; the boy is under the Autobot's protection, and we are still outnumbered. I have made some allies, but they are not enough - in addition, they have powerful allies as well, and there is the matter of the 'security'. It would be prudent to plan to separate them, and to strike in the lower, less policed Zones...and, perhaps, to focus on what the Megatron has planned."
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Shifting again, Blackout looked away, muttering, "I would prefer to make returning where we came from a top priority." He looked back, his expression determined. "If that requires working with this alternate Megatron, so be it. The Autobots and the Witwicky boy can wait."
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