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Who: Barricade, Glit, OPEN
What: Yeah, someone is having some issues accepting not only the fact that his leader is still alive, but was with a figure who he never thought was real.
Where: The Heap
When: After this log.
When he learned of Megatron's death, Barricade had abandoned all thoughts of continuing the battle. He had started to regroup with the other Decepticons, only to reconsider when he learned that Starscream would lead them. The only time he had been willing to follow Starscream was when it meant finding Megatron, and Megatron was dead.
Only he was alive. And he was with the Fallen.
Barricade had never cared to put much stock in the stories of the original Decepticon. He hadn't cared enough to think that far. All that mattered was the then, the now, Megatron was the one he followed, and he could care less who gave Megatron orders. But Megatron was dead.
Alive.
His world had narrowed to one thing: revenge. He knew, logically, that his days were numbered; without Megatron and the goal he had created for them, the Decepticons themselves were numbered. He had come to accept this, and to change his way of thinking that the only thing that mattered was avenging Megatron. Then, and only then, would he die - or he would die in the attempt. Either way, he wouldn't die for a cause he didn't believe in, and he certainly wouldn't abandon everything. Not when the Autobots were far from forgiving. (Not that he found the idea of surrender appealing in the first place...)
How had he possibly missed Megatron's revival? And the Fallen - he would have heard of him. There would have been something on Decepticon channels, anything that suggested he had...returned. But nothing.
The most logical reasoning was that the girl had been lying to him, and that he had allowed her lies to cloud his judgment. But hew knew, deep within his spark, that she was telling the truth - or at least believed she had been. She had not been deceiving him.
"Madness," he whispered, head in his claws. He was within the Heap, and had been for some time, having found a place with only empties to collect his thoughts.
What: Yeah, someone is having some issues accepting not only the fact that his leader is still alive, but was with a figure who he never thought was real.
Where: The Heap
When: After this log.
When he learned of Megatron's death, Barricade had abandoned all thoughts of continuing the battle. He had started to regroup with the other Decepticons, only to reconsider when he learned that Starscream would lead them. The only time he had been willing to follow Starscream was when it meant finding Megatron, and Megatron was dead.
Only he was alive. And he was with the Fallen.
Barricade had never cared to put much stock in the stories of the original Decepticon. He hadn't cared enough to think that far. All that mattered was the then, the now, Megatron was the one he followed, and he could care less who gave Megatron orders. But Megatron was dead.
Alive.
His world had narrowed to one thing: revenge. He knew, logically, that his days were numbered; without Megatron and the goal he had created for them, the Decepticons themselves were numbered. He had come to accept this, and to change his way of thinking that the only thing that mattered was avenging Megatron. Then, and only then, would he die - or he would die in the attempt. Either way, he wouldn't die for a cause he didn't believe in, and he certainly wouldn't abandon everything. Not when the Autobots were far from forgiving. (Not that he found the idea of surrender appealing in the first place...)
How had he possibly missed Megatron's revival? And the Fallen - he would have heard of him. There would have been something on Decepticon channels, anything that suggested he had...returned. But nothing.
The most logical reasoning was that the girl had been lying to him, and that he had allowed her lies to cloud his judgment. But hew knew, deep within his spark, that she was telling the truth - or at least believed she had been. She had not been deceiving him.
"Madness," he whispered, head in his claws. He was within the Heap, and had been for some time, having found a place with only empties to collect his thoughts.