Barricaded -- Chapter 5
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Title: Barricaded -- Chapter 5
Rating: T
Continuity: Bastardized Movierverse with G1 influence
Warnings: Shockwave being creepy, reprogramming
Chapter 5
Earth. Such a strange little planet. Its inhabitants were strange - insane, one might say, but strong all the same, especially for such a small, organic species.
Barricade found himself respecting the little squishies.
It's not that strange. You are an Autobot at spark. You respect life, especially sentient life.
True, he said to his voice, the presence that had kept him company for centivorns now.
Very true, Smokescreen said, pushing the sensation of a smile to his companion. I am an Autobot. You are currently borrowing my spark. Therefore, you are using an Autobot's spark, and are an Autobot at spark.
Whatever.
At any rate, it was a beautiful planet, and the transmissions they were receiving, entirely of human origin, were strong enough that, if Smokescreen pulled up old memories, Barricade offlined his optics, and they ignored the organic context, it felt like they were back on Cybertron.
They shared in the familiarity of it before they entered the atmosphere, hurdling down through the nitrogen, oxygen, and carbon dioxide and skipping across the hard surface of the ground a few times before coming to rest.
Barricade transformed as Smokescreen scanned the internet, finding them a suitable alt mode. Here, he said after a moment, downloading the schematics straight into the transformation protocols.
A moment later, they were simply an innocent police car, driving toward, then away on, a nearby highway.
.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.
“Are you username Ladiesman217?” Barricade demanded, slamming his hand down on the car next to where the cowering human boy lay.
Easy, 'Cade. Organics are fragile.
I know. I’m being careful.
“Yeah...” the human whimpered.
“Where are the glasses!?” Barricade roared.
There was a loud screech, and the yellow Autobot (Bumblebee, Smokescreen whispered) careened into the strange, abandoned building. With another roar, Barricade was flung to the side, and the human scrambled away.
Fraggit, so close, Barricade cursed.
Smokescreen sent him a soothing pulse. Yes, but at least we know that he will be safe with the Autobots.
Barricade rumbled in agreement, though to Bumblebee, who he had just thrown off, it sounded more like a menacing growl. The yellow 'Bot scrambled away and transformed, and Barricade leapt after him.
Dust suddenly clouded his optics and sensors, and he stumbled as he finally broke through the cloud. Then the Autobot was fishtailing beneath him, and his pedes were no longer touching the ground, and the humans were in the Autobot...
After them, Smokescreen prompted.
I know, I know. Keeping up appearances, and all, the Decepticon ex-program retorted, voice light, transformed, and took off after the Autobot.
.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.
Well... that went well, Barricade grumbled as he tried to lift himself up, the little silver drone he carried skittering over his scrapped, sparking chassis.
Ha! You think? Good job not killing him, by the way.
Hey. I haven't killed an Autobot in a long time. You don't have to keep worrying about me like that!
I’ll always worry, 'Cade. You're as much my creation as you are Shockwave's. More so, even.
Good to know. Now... You know about repairing bots, don't you?
Smokescreen just sighed.
.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.
Barricade avoided the battle. After watching Bonecrusher get crushed on the highway, he had held back, turning off on the next exit and taking the long way to Mission City. He arrived just in time to see the boy, LadiesMan217, Samuel Witwicky, shove the AllSpark into Megatron's chassis.
Time to go, Smokescreen said as Barricade lay optics on the flaming wreckage of the former Lord High Protector's chest. Won't do to have the Autobots, or those humans, find us here.
Agreed. Where should we go?
Smokescreen sighed. I'd say off planet, but...
We can't do that.
No.
So where?
I don't know.
Barricade glanced around, noting that things had suddenly gone quiet. Then he noticed that there were four bright, blue pairs of optics, and quite a few pairs of organic eyes, focused on him. Um... that... might be... uh...
Oh, scrap.
No duh.
Title: Barricaded -- Chapter 5
Rating: T
Continuity: Bastardized Movierverse with G1 influence
Warnings: Shockwave being creepy, reprogramming
Chapter 5
Earth. Such a strange little planet. Its inhabitants were strange - insane, one might say, but strong all the same, especially for such a small, organic species.
Barricade found himself respecting the little squishies.
It's not that strange. You are an Autobot at spark. You respect life, especially sentient life.
True, he said to his voice, the presence that had kept him company for centivorns now.
Very true, Smokescreen said, pushing the sensation of a smile to his companion. I am an Autobot. You are currently borrowing my spark. Therefore, you are using an Autobot's spark, and are an Autobot at spark.
Whatever.
At any rate, it was a beautiful planet, and the transmissions they were receiving, entirely of human origin, were strong enough that, if Smokescreen pulled up old memories, Barricade offlined his optics, and they ignored the organic context, it felt like they were back on Cybertron.
They shared in the familiarity of it before they entered the atmosphere, hurdling down through the nitrogen, oxygen, and carbon dioxide and skipping across the hard surface of the ground a few times before coming to rest.
Barricade transformed as Smokescreen scanned the internet, finding them a suitable alt mode. Here, he said after a moment, downloading the schematics straight into the transformation protocols.
A moment later, they were simply an innocent police car, driving toward, then away on, a nearby highway.
.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.
“Are you username Ladiesman217?” Barricade demanded, slamming his hand down on the car next to where the cowering human boy lay.
Easy, 'Cade. Organics are fragile.
I know. I’m being careful.
“Yeah...” the human whimpered.
“Where are the glasses!?” Barricade roared.
There was a loud screech, and the yellow Autobot (Bumblebee, Smokescreen whispered) careened into the strange, abandoned building. With another roar, Barricade was flung to the side, and the human scrambled away.
Fraggit, so close, Barricade cursed.
Smokescreen sent him a soothing pulse. Yes, but at least we know that he will be safe with the Autobots.
Barricade rumbled in agreement, though to Bumblebee, who he had just thrown off, it sounded more like a menacing growl. The yellow 'Bot scrambled away and transformed, and Barricade leapt after him.
Dust suddenly clouded his optics and sensors, and he stumbled as he finally broke through the cloud. Then the Autobot was fishtailing beneath him, and his pedes were no longer touching the ground, and the humans were in the Autobot...
After them, Smokescreen prompted.
I know, I know. Keeping up appearances, and all, the Decepticon ex-program retorted, voice light, transformed, and took off after the Autobot.
.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.
Well... that went well, Barricade grumbled as he tried to lift himself up, the little silver drone he carried skittering over his scrapped, sparking chassis.
Ha! You think? Good job not killing him, by the way.
Hey. I haven't killed an Autobot in a long time. You don't have to keep worrying about me like that!
I’ll always worry, 'Cade. You're as much my creation as you are Shockwave's. More so, even.
Good to know. Now... You know about repairing bots, don't you?
Smokescreen just sighed.
.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.oOo.
Barricade avoided the battle. After watching Bonecrusher get crushed on the highway, he had held back, turning off on the next exit and taking the long way to Mission City. He arrived just in time to see the boy, LadiesMan217, Samuel Witwicky, shove the AllSpark into Megatron's chassis.
Time to go, Smokescreen said as Barricade lay optics on the flaming wreckage of the former Lord High Protector's chest. Won't do to have the Autobots, or those humans, find us here.
Agreed. Where should we go?
Smokescreen sighed. I'd say off planet, but...
We can't do that.
No.
So where?
I don't know.
Barricade glanced around, noting that things had suddenly gone quiet. Then he noticed that there were four bright, blue pairs of optics, and quite a few pairs of organic eyes, focused on him. Um... that... might be... uh...
Oh, scrap.
No duh.