6th Roar * Commentlog

[gonnabeamighty]

[Simba is on the hunt

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[fracturefall]

[Stomping around STILL trying to find an exit to a deck he can get a solar recharge. And still pissed that the fraggin' ship is outsmarting him.]

[Screeches to a halt.]

What...the...PIT?!?

[gonnabeamighty]

[Holy crap GIANT...THING! Simba skids to a halt just shy of Barricade's feet. He'll just be slowly creeping backwards now.]

[fracturefall]

[Tell me it doesn't talk. Tell me it doesn't talk. Frag I do not need any more slaggin' WEIRDNESS in my life right now.]

The frag's going on here? They let Earth animals roam around loose?

[gonnabeamighty]

...

Yeah, they do.

NICE! XD

[fracturefall]

[BLINK] [Clear audio cache]

[Okay Barricade, it's cool. Just...losing your slaggin' mind here, that's all. You know, no biggie. Talking giant cats. I mean, there are worse hallucinations you could be having, right? RIGHT?!?!]

Oh. Uh. Well. Thank you for that answer. [Right. There's got to be a way to work this. So it makes...sense.]

You, uhh, from around here? [Internal facepalm. What the frag? Sounds like you're hitting on him! Barricade, you are a moron. Who is talking to a hallucination. Life...sucks.]

[gonnabeamighty]

From around where? Here? No, I'm from Africa.

[Simba still looks like he's about to turn tail and run.]

[fracturefall]

[Congratulations, Africa-cat, you just made Barricade facepalm. Internally.]

So, you. Hallucination-cat. What's your fraggin' job, here?

[He looks at scrap that Simba had been chasing.]

Trash patrol or something?

[gonnabeamighty]

...My name is Simba, actually. And I don't really have a job here. I'm a passenger just like everyone else.

[fracturefall]

Hallucination, Simba, same fraggin' difference.

[Unlikely that his hallucinating cortex would come up with a name that...weird, though.]

Anyone else here like you?

Anyone else here...like me?

[Maybe Mikaela lied. Maybe there were other Decepticons here. It would make sense she'd want to hide it from him.]

[gonnabeamighty]

No, it isn't actually. I'm not a hallucination.

Like me? Well...

[Simba is tempted to lie.]

My uncle is here.

And I don't know what you are.

[fracturefall]

Yeah. Gathered the not-hallucination part. [He was pretty sure they'd be way less....wussy.]

Uncle? [Translation protocol: biologic relation.]

You sound like you're not...thrilled about it. Know the feeling. Bunch of mechs I'm not crazy about are here, too.

Think I'm the only one of my kind.

Which is: Me. Barricade. Cybertronian Defense Force. [Yeah, just me, Mr Law and Order. Trust me. I'm the good guy.]

[gonnabeamighty]

I'm happy about it, really.

[Simba you suck at lying just shut up.]

What's a Cybertronian?

[fracturefall]

Really? Cause there are some of my kind here, but the wrong ones. Smug, arrogant mechs who are convinced they have some sort of exclusive license on rightness.

Convinced this place brings us here with the worst people ever from our lives.

[Sigh. Babbling, Barricade. Not cool. All that lonely is getting to you.]

Cybertron--uh. Like me. Made of sensible metal and circuitry. Not...warm...gooey stuff like you've probably got inside you.

[gonnabeamighty]

[Okay! Simba will just pretend he knows what you're talking about, Barricade.]

They don't like you? You don't seem that bad to me.

[fracturefall]

[Yeah, don't worry about that. He's lonely and babbling.]

[Shrug.] Not much worse than they are. Only thing is, I don't pretend to be nice.

[Dumb question tiemz! Because, in a sense, Barricade's used to being on a ship...of sorts.]

Not exactly natural habitat for your kind, is it? D'y'ever miss it?

[gonnabeamighty]

No. I live in an oasis. I like being here though. The humans are nice.

[Well most of them are.]