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re_alignment_logs2013-01-21 09:14 am
namesnotprowl) wrote in re_alignment_logs2013-01-21 09:14 am
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WHO: Barricade, his new horrible centipede friend, and later Dirge
WHERE: The borders of Solus's quadrant, headed towards Alpha Trion's
WHEN: Sometime shortly after this network transmission
WHAT: Barricade is out for a nice stroll and gets attacked by a very unwanted - and big - guest.
WARNINGS: Mutilations and things of that nature. Will be updated as needed.
Barricade hadn't been keeping up with the comm so much lately. He's been fairly busy, after all, with the plans for the racetrack and tweaking designs for upgrades that will probably never be used, just to keep him on his toes. Nevermind having to repeatedly tell Rumble to use the tunnels if he was going out and if he gets lost teleport back to his room. But he's taking some time off at the moment to just relax.
Which is easier when it's not blazingly warm outside, admittedly. While he can't complain about it, he still transforms into vehicle mode and heads for a different quadrant, pumping a bit of classic rock through his interior speakers as he goes.
The idea is to head for the lake... and maybe make a stop at the graveyard while he's in the area. Not that he realizes he's isn't going to make it. Or that he should have just stayed inside in the first place.
WHERE: The borders of Solus's quadrant, headed towards Alpha Trion's
WHEN: Sometime shortly after this network transmission
WHAT: Barricade is out for a nice stroll and gets attacked by a very unwanted - and big - guest.
WARNINGS: Mutilations and things of that nature. Will be updated as needed.
Barricade hadn't been keeping up with the comm so much lately. He's been fairly busy, after all, with the plans for the racetrack and tweaking designs for upgrades that will probably never be used, just to keep him on his toes. Nevermind having to repeatedly tell Rumble to use the tunnels if he was going out and if he gets lost teleport back to his room. But he's taking some time off at the moment to just relax.
Which is easier when it's not blazingly warm outside, admittedly. While he can't complain about it, he still transforms into vehicle mode and heads for a different quadrant, pumping a bit of classic rock through his interior speakers as he goes.
The idea is to head for the lake... and maybe make a stop at the graveyard while he's in the area. Not that he realizes he's isn't going to make it. Or that he should have just stayed inside in the first place.
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It senses the cop car's approach before it sees it, the faint vibrations made by Barricade's passage carrying through the ground and up along its many legs. It snaps its mandibles together in an idle expression of interest as it processes the stimuli.
There is a moving thing coming its way; a living thing. Food.
Unfortunately for Barricade, the mechanized centipede is hiding in a perfect spot to intercept him. As he approaches, it rears up from its burrow, a half dozen razor-sharp limbs lashing out at his hood.
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He backs up just enough to shift to his base mode, releasing the chain on one of his flails while converting the other arm into a rifle. "You have got t'be kidding me." Giant mechanical centipedes.
Giant. Mechanical. Centipedes.
... Well, if the universe is going to just hand him a fight, he's not going to complain about it. Better that he actually does something about it. He grasps the end of the flail chain closest to his wrist winding it up.
"You want me? Come and get me."