Anybody asked for a date party-crasher? Neither Barricade nor Nemesis probably did, but they'll get one anyway as Ramjet flickers into view.

As the Lambda's... Badlands... Unicron's influence slowly grows, he can feel that. And one of them in particular, even if the growing change is more... qualitative than quantitative, compared to the others.

"... And yet you asked if I'd go through this." He chuckles briefly, his voice somehow preceding him but the second Ramjet's into view, he's stalking around them, narrowly eyeing the "pile" they've made. "His presence all-encompassing, but it doesn't fill enough to drown out the cracks. And I would not have the whispers repeated from the beginning."

It doesn't matter that Barricade's here to hear that; it means nothing, in the end. An annoyingly large non-entity is what the mech is, but, even as metal flexes, rising into boils and burst to leave briefly pristine and exact details behind, Ramjet will do nothing. Not yet.

"You could come with him, you know." It's off-hand and sharp as Ramjet's gaze suddenly focuses on Barricade. "Be part of something that is meaningful to the absolute end, if you survived!"

Except for that. Look, he's trying to play nice!