01 [Voice]
[Here’s an unpleasant sound for you: a grating, metallic voice in full ululation of Pure Rage. Somewhere between a roar and a shriek.His panicked EM fields have activated the voice comm.]
SHOW YOURSELF!!
[Barricade is…not happy. Last he knew he was recharging in some fraggin’ highway cut-off, after yet another day of uselessness, another comm check that yielded…nothing. Alone. Again. No one cares. And now…this.]
[He backs around in a circle, his metal footplates thudding heavily on the floor. ]
Get out here!
[The room is set like a human bedroom-all sorts of soft and tearable stuff he doesn’t need, or want. Pretty, cushy prison: still a prison. No sign of a cryo-unit, like they’d used on Megatron. Doesn’t mean it isn’t there. Doesn’t mean they’re not waiting for him to let his guard down. Yeah. Good luck with that, unknown enemy.]
I said, get out here!
[He quickflips the command code to his spoke weapon. An empty click. The weapon is…gone. He’s…weaponless. Worse…someone MUCKED WITH HIS SYSTEMS while he was offline.]
[He audibly struggles to calm down, cooling fans buzzing on. His voice is strained and tight: He’s not used to playing ‘nice’.]
Hahah, what I meant is, why don’t you tell me what’s going on, and we can have a nice…CIVIL…discussion, right? Come on. Not going to hurt you. Just want to know some answers, that’s all. Perfectly reasonable, right?
[He tries a quick inventory:
· No idea of current location. Planetary GPS down.
· No weapon
· Abducted-and tampered with-while offline.
· No comm, only this…ShipNET thing which thus far (thus far, mind you) appears resistant to his hacking.
· And alone.
His day? Could not possibly get any worse.]
SHOW YOURSELF!!
[Barricade is…not happy. Last he knew he was recharging in some fraggin’ highway cut-off, after yet another day of uselessness, another comm check that yielded…nothing. Alone. Again. No one cares. And now…this.]
[He backs around in a circle, his metal footplates thudding heavily on the floor. ]
Get out here!
[The room is set like a human bedroom-all sorts of soft and tearable stuff he doesn’t need, or want. Pretty, cushy prison: still a prison. No sign of a cryo-unit, like they’d used on Megatron. Doesn’t mean it isn’t there. Doesn’t mean they’re not waiting for him to let his guard down. Yeah. Good luck with that, unknown enemy.]
I said, get out here!
[He quickflips the command code to his spoke weapon. An empty click. The weapon is…gone. He’s…weaponless. Worse…someone MUCKED WITH HIS SYSTEMS while he was offline.]
[He audibly struggles to calm down, cooling fans buzzing on. His voice is strained and tight: He’s not used to playing ‘nice’.]
Hahah, what I meant is, why don’t you tell me what’s going on, and we can have a nice…CIVIL…discussion, right? Come on. Not going to hurt you. Just want to know some answers, that’s all. Perfectly reasonable, right?
[He tries a quick inventory:
· No idea of current location. Planetary GPS down.
· No weapon
· Abducted-and tampered with-while offline.
· No comm, only this…ShipNET thing which thus far (thus far, mind you) appears resistant to his hacking.
· And alone.
His day? Could not possibly get any worse.]