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[rstlsslegsyndrm]

WHO: Ambulon and Barricade
WHERE: I'm assuming Barricade's place or his little lab
WHEN: A couple days after Ambulon acquired Tarn's wikireader.
WHAT: As mentioned above, Ambulon wants to figure out what exactly this wikireader does and how it can be used to help Tarn. Barricade holds his hand while they explore the power of Wikipedia.
WARNINGS: I don't think there'll be anything, but will edit if something pops up.

Ambulon had fussed with the damn wikireader for a few days now. Still hadn't turned it on. The wheels and cogs in his head turned, and yet... He needed to know. What sort of information it held that Tarn would find even remotely interesting. It didn't seem these gifts were given randomly, either; they seemed to correspond or somewhat relate to the receivers.

... Actually, Ambulon never did find a gift addressed to him. Was there one out there, waiting in the Junkpile, or did someone claim it for themselves? He actually didn't care, but curious.

Either way, enough was enough. If this could be used as a weapon, Ambulon was going to make sure Tarn never got his hands on it. Barricade had offered first to check it over, and through much debating, the medic finally found himself hunting him down.

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[namesnotprowl]

"Most of them have a lotta similarities. Unfortunately. But hopefully we c'n all keep off each other's backs long enough to not destroy this Cybertron." He would prefer it that way, himself. Though the mention of Tarn... "And he is just one mech. I think there are enough of us to handle him."

The question about his allegiance gets a shrug out of him. "On occasion I do. More often now, though..." he reaches up and flicks the spot where he gouged out one of his insignias. "The only one I'd go back for is that Megatron. Though I can't say anything about experiments, myself, having been a participant."

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"Megatron was just one mech, too," Ambulon said, "but you get one person, who speaks eloquently and knows the art of manipulation, one person becomes two becomes six becomes twelve, so on and so forth." He shrugged and sighed. "I know, I know. I guess... I think, so far, everyone is more inclined to think he's insane rather than inspiring."

He nodded. "That's understandable," he said, in regards to his loyalty to Megatron. "But, if he were still here, I'd like to think... I'd like to think he'd do things differently, if given the chances. Then again, I think we'd all prefer nothing happened. That nothing comes up that would require another civil war." Ambulon snorted. "I know not many of us like or even trust the Firstforged, but the idea of rebelling against them sounds too suicidal for me. But you never know, I guess."

[namesnotprowl]

"And there's a big difference between Megatrons... and other mechs," he retorts with a smile. "Besides, Tarn practically smells like trouble, from what little I know." Which is primarily that he behaves oddly and Ambulon is worried about his presence.

"I like t'think that particular Megatron has learned from the mistakes the rest of us made. He would've done things right, maybe." Or at least done something differently. That's what had mattered to Barricade, in the end. "As for the FirstForged... well. If you're from my world, you learn early that you don't fight with mechs that're Primes. You just die. If the others decide to go against them, I ain't joining them."

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Ambulon sighed. "I suppose." He shrugged again. "And... I don't know. I may be inclined to remain neutral should the Firstforged start... 'anything', I suppose, but that entirely depends."

He shook his head. "Thank you, again, for your time. It... seems as if I've wasted it, considering nothing crazy happened." Ambulon held out the Wikireader. "Anything you're interested in looking up before I head back with it?"

[namesnotprowl]

"Depends on a lotta things, yeah." Such as who starts it; all of the FirstForged Barricade has talked to so far haven't seemed like the sort to start things like that.

He chuckles quietly. "Well, nothing too crazy, anyway. Don't worry about it, though; ain't been busy and this was interesting anyway." If only for Ambulon's reactions. He wags one hand a bit. "Nah. Kind of read all of it I was interested in when I was on Earth. As long as you have it you might wanna check into the artists and poets, though. Some of 'em ain't too bad."

OH BOY BEIN SICK IS FUN HUFF

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

Ambulon nodded. "You're free to come by the clinic any time, check it out if you wish," he said. He nodded again, this time in gratitude. "Thank you again. This is definitely a load off my CPU." Now fifty-three billion more to go down.

OH EW I HOPE YOU GET BETTER

[namesnotprowl]

"Not much of a load, I'm guessin'." Considering how generally nervous Ambulon seemed about the whole Tarn issue. "But hey, glad I could help. Anything else confusing shows up from Earth, I'm willing t'assist." It's kind of Barricade's thing, whether he likes it or not.