Questions, Questions [CLOSED]

[namesnotprowl]

WHO: Barricade and Solus Prime
WHERE: Solus's workshop under her temple
WHEN Today or so
WHAT: Barricade and Solus have things to discuss
WARNINGS: n/a

Barricade follows the map he was given carefully, noting side tunnels but sticking to the path he was given. The last thing he wants is to get lost under his own FirstForged's temple. That would just be embarrassing. He doesn't even really know how far down he's gotten.

He shifts back to base mode shortly before reaching the marked destination, exventing quietly. Better to enter a meeting walking, really.

... maybe he ought to knock.

Comments

[solianpolarity]

"I could indeed."

And it is a grim picture. Probably not her brothers then, though the stories of Matrices and the 'The Fallen' have been told to them before, from many worlds. And oft ignored as unrelated to them.

Perhaps unwisely.

Solus makes a face, pausing for a moment as she tries to picture such a powerful construct. It could be made, easily so if she were so inclined. But there was hardly any cause to make such a destructive device. They had energy aplenty. But her curiosity around it was largely settled.

"Unfortunate that this device was so abused, and your Primes betrayed. But only two survivors? And what of this cube?"

[namesnotprowl]

"We've had poor luck, with Primes."

Which is why he doesn't them a whit even when he's stuck in other dimensions. There have been too many instances of Primes nearly getting him, his species, his planet, or all three destroyed.

"Only two Primes that survived; some of the other Cybertronians survived, as well. As for the All Spark... without a steady supply of solar energy, its energon production dropped off. The survivors of the war and what few hatchlings they produced split into clans and started warring over the little energon that was left."

[solianpolarity]

"So it seems."

Solus vented a quiet sigh. 'Poor luck' indeed. Such fates seemed to afflict far too many worlds.

"Your tale is a unfortunate one, Barricade. I am saddened to hear of it. I assume this war lingers on without respite?"

[namesnotprowl]

And to think, he hasn't even gotten to the worst parts.

"Not that one. Sentinel Prime, with help from his charges Optimus and Megatron, figured out a way to pull a star to Cybertron. The proximity was just close enough to get the Allspark to produce more energon. Most of the clans united. I was hatched on a sunlit world in golden times."

His plating shivers a bit, rattling against itself. "But when the Science Division dug up the Fallen's sarcophagus and Lord High Protector Megatron of the Defense Forces took an unnatural curiosity in it..." Barricade lets it trail off. There's your war without respite, Solus.

[solianpolarity]

Always with the Fallen, in this world.

And she isn't even going to ask about Barricade being 'hatched'. Another time, perhaps.

"Unfortunate, that those times did not last. This 'unnatural curiosity' led the Fallen's release, and to your current war?"

[namesnotprowl]

To say he doesn't know as much as he should about hatchlings is a terrible understatement, really. But he's used to it coming up when he talks about his dimension.

Barricade nods shortly. "I can only assume so. That and... we had an encroachment around the same time. Invaders showed up and attacked us, presumably to get the Cube. Lord Megatron used the unease of potential further attacks to get most of the Defense Force - the Deceptions after - on his side. Then he sent us after the Science Division - what became the core of the Autobots. We'd been fighting ever since."

[solianpolarity]

"And so, your war."

Solus slowly nodded. Such a dark tale, one that seemed to end poorly. She would share some of this with Alpha Trion - he would surely find it a grim curiosity.

"Thank you for answering my questions despite the subject matter, Barricade. I will ask no more of your time if you have no further questions yourself."

[namesnotprowl]

"Exactly."

The details that Barricade had, anyway, dug out of reports and idle gossip from the early days. And his own recollections of the invaders and the start of the 'Cons.

"If it helps keep someone else from making our mistakes, the telling at least has some value. And that part of the subject is long-past." It didn't hurt the way later things did. Barricade shakes his head. "I asked you the only two I have at the moment. If any more come up I'll contact you, and I hope you'll do the same in return."

If it's anything he can help with, anyway.

Well that only took like four months. :V

[solianpolarity]

"A commendable attitude."

Another nod, and she gestures to the remaining stack of cubes.

"Agreed. I will contact you if I need anything further - feel free to take another before you leave."

Then she turns, already going back to her hammer and forge. A clear dismissal, but she trusts him enough for Barricade to show himself out.