re_alignment_logs | Doctor, Doctor, gimme the news~

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Doctor, Doctor, gimme the news~

WHO: Rung and whoever wants to stop in!
WHERE: The good doctor's office
WHEN: It's an all day affair at Rung's office~ A few days after he discovered his new abilities.
WHAT: Therapy sessions and go!
WARNINGS: Dark pasts, etc?

Yep, it was that time again.

Now that things were somewhat back to normal for the resident therapist, Rung had put out the word that he would be taking patients again. He had missed it, helping others, and it was time to get his mind off everything that had happened to him over the past few weeks.

His office had been cleaned up and rearranged a bit, the therapist just wanting to change the atmosphere a bit.

Make it more personable than it had been before.

Satisfied with what he'd done, the front door had been propped open and he was settled at his desk, going over some files as he absently toyed with a ball of light.

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"Your frame style is quite unique. I can't say that I've ever really seen one like it," Rung admits as he sits up a bit, leaning forward to rest his arms on the desk as he folds his hands together--

Only to pause at the other's words, very clearly getting momentarily flustered because even he can catch the double entendre there.

"Ah--well, I hope that I make it worth your whi--time, worth your time," he corrects himself quickly, vents cycling as he tries to pull himself together.

Damn you, Barricade.

Barricade stifles a chuckle as Rung fumbles over his words. He couldn't help it; he's been saving that phrase for this exact moment. "Sorry, sorry... It was too obvious not to." Sometimes you have to take the cheesy double entendre.

"Yeah. In Axiom Nexus - another hub sorta like this one - they called us Tyrans... or occasionally 'the spikey ones'. We were hard t'get medics for because no one knew what to do with us."

Either that or the medics were afraid losing a hand.

"But I'll say that we're easy to pick out of a crowd."

"You...are terrible," Rung muttered, shaking his head as his vents cycled softly and he seemed to get over his initial embarrassment, focusing on what the other had to say.

And a certain something caught his attention.

"You were in another place like Haven before coming here?" he asked, looking surprised by that because this was the first he'd heard of such a thing. He had no idea that something like that even happened.

"What was this other place like? Similar to Haven?--Ah, if you don't mind me asking. I've never heard of someone having come from another place like this before. I thought we were all taken straight from our homes to here."

He's only terrible on occasion~ Or a lot. But at least the subject keeps him from making more terrible, terrible come-ons. Lucky for Rung!

Barricade nods and holds up two fingers. "Two. Been callin' them 'dimensional hubs' for lack of a better term. And I don't mind you askin' at all; someone ought to. The one I was at most recently was a space station called Sacrosanct run by a... less than sane AI." And yet he could still speak of it fondly, if only because of the people he knew there.

"Axiom Nexus, though. That was the first. It was a district on a Cybertron run by Cybertronians that called themselves 'Transcendent Technomorphs' or TransTechs f'r short. They are the only Cybertronians to date that I know of that haven't had a faction war at all. Which is probably good since they have a bunch of portals that randomly drag folks from their own dimensions to Axiom."

"That's..amazing."

There's a note of sincerity there, Rung looking absolutely fascinated by the idea of what the other is presenting.

"No faction war...I can't even imagine what that's like. I really can't. War and feuding is all I can really remember," the therapist admits, shaking his head a bit with a weak chuckle, folding his hands together as he looks to Barricade again.

"And what is your home world like? Your real home."

"Eh, if only the lack of a war had less forms t'fill out. If I'd been there any longer I would've turned red from all the tape they use." He laughs a little, shaking his head. He's never dreaded questionnaires so much as he did there. Though the question about his own home makes Barricade pause for a moment, smiling a little wistfully.

"Oh, home. Never was much fond'a Earth, honestly; lived there f'r longer than I wanted, but... sunrises and sunsets were nice. But my Cybertron? Never liked another place better. I was there when it was in the sun and it... glowed, practically. All glass and metal and earth on the ground, I drove. All over it. Farther out was this dome of metal honeycombs, it woulda been the first thing I saw if I ever got back to it."

His grin falters shortly. "No chance of that now, though. Even if I get back it'll be long gone."

"..Why do you say that, Barricade?" Rung asks when the other says that last bit, noting the grin and the way it faltered.

He had a feeling he could put together at least the gist of it, given the way that many of the verses represented in Haven seem to go, but he wanted to see if the other would talk about it some.

It would help him get a better feel for what the other had inside.

"You ever seen vids, of what happens to a ship when it goes through a wormhole wrong? You c'n sort of see it... destablizing into base atoms. They'd show pilots vids of it so they'd know to triple-check their calculations between activating one f'r a jump. It is... gorgeous, and terrible."

Barricade knows he's being a little roundabout in what he's trying to say, but still. He's getting there. Albeit slowly, because it's still awful for him to consider.

"The last time I was there, the Decepticons were using a space bridge to pull Cybertron to Earth. And the Autobots have this habit of destroying the machines the 'Cons touch. If the controlling pillar f'r it goes down, the bridge destablizes." And he's fairly certain that the Autobots won't just leave the control pillar intact.

He nods at first, looking a bit confused as to where the other is going with this, but then..then his expression changes into a rather shocked one.

"Pulling..Cybertron to Earth?" he repeated, unsure whether to be terrified of the idea of such a thing or disgusted that Decepticons would go that far. He can't even fathom attempting something like that and to think that the connection was broken and the planet was--was...

"That's horrible..."

"Yeah. I... didn't take realizing that particularly well." There was a lot of shrieking and begging for death followed by muteness. Being completely incapacitated hadn't helped his mood about the whole thing.

"I still haven't figured out why Megatron and Sentinel Prime had decided that using humans as slave labor to fix Cybertron. Stunk of desperation... and it kinda was." He's pretty sure there weren't any other plans left. Everything else had gone to pot a long time before.

"Only good news is I've got no reason left to go back."

"...I'm sorry that all of that happened. Factions aside and whatnot, I can't imagine that anyone would want that sort of thing to happen to Cybertron."

Outside of Megatron, the crazy bastard that he is, obviously.

Rung's gaze is soft as he studies the other, storing information away in his head before he tilts his head a bit again.

"You're content being here then?"

"Ahh, it ain't your fault. We'd been trying too hard, we really should've just... gone back to Cybertron ourselves."

Instead of crazy plans made tens of thousands of years ago.

Still, he would have liked to see home again.

"Content... not entirely. 'Course I don't expect that, but. It's a chance for me to maybe do some good for some version of home."

"At least you have the desire to do such a thing rather than repeating events of the past," Rung said thoughtfully. Considering that many of the Decepticons here had questionable intentions, it was nice to see one that truly was just trying to live life and do something right.

Really, all of them, Autobot or Decepticon, should have been acting like that but..well..

"Have you been able to accomplish what you're trying to do at all since arriving here?"

"I'm just used to an enforced peace. The TransTechs would've thrown you in jail for starting conflicts along faction lines. Besides, I don't have quarrels with most of you; the Autobots here responsible for what happened are easy enough to avoid and all the others aren't them. I know the difference."

In truth he rather liked several of the Autobots he'd gotten to know. Even Mirage, but he's certain that something there is going to break. Things are too tense between them most days for otherwise.

The question gets a slight chuckle out of him.

"I surely hope not, it'd mean I've saved the whole planet from a catastrophe. F'r the time being I'm sticking to things I know I can do. Repairing folks mostly. Been working a special project too, might diversify the wildlife around here a bit." If he can get their self-construction protocols working, at least.

"...So the peace was more an illusion than anything else?" Rung asked to clarify, mostly just curious about this other place Barricade was talking about. A forced peace..wasn't really peace, not in the least. Rung could only imagine what might have been boiling under the surface of it all.

Or maybe it just worked. Who knows.

"Diversifying the wildlife...I'll admit, I'm curious to know what you mean by that exactly."

"It was much the same as it is here; try to renew your war and settle in for a nice, long vacation in jail. In Axiom, anyway. On the station... well, the most interesting version was 'don't hurt anything sentient ever or super soldiers will melt you down with lasers'." His expression says either This Was Hilarious or I Was Not Impressed. Possibly both in turns.

"Mostly, we all just stayed out of each other's ways."

As much as it was possible, anyway.

He dips his head slightly. "We've got the deer and those fireflies, right? Well, I happen to own a very small dragon and was working on metal versions. It'd be something different as far as wildlife, and a lot easier t'care for than the organic ones, for anyone that might want one."

"I...see.." That last one was a bit terrifying, if he was going to be completely honest, and he was glad Haven was not like that. It would have been rather..off putting. No, unsettling was the better word.

"A dragon?" he repeats with a note of surprise in his voice. "How did you come into the care of a dragon? And that is an interesting idea, creating some that everyone can indulge in. I know it's a common human trait to keep pets so it might be nice for the children that are here especially."

Rung pauses, replaying some stuff real quick before shooting Barricade an apologetic look.

"You know, I realize now that I don't think I ever asked about what you came here to talk about specifically and I apologize for that."

"Would you believe that's a pretty normal threat from my Autobots? They throw us to their human allies as often as they dispatch us themselves." The ironic part was that he'd already worked out the peace with someone else... who didn't resort to threats of quite that caliber.

"Someone was selling their eggs in Axiom. They're called firelizards. I had recently arrived and... well. I kind of wanted the companionship. Raised Rumble up from a hatchling." Barricade grins, motioning with his hands to indicate the firelizard's size. "I think he kept me sane for a while, there."

He pauses at Rung's apology, then waves one hand a little, shifting his position in the chair.

"Ahh, don't apologize. It was probably easier to start where we did; gets the big planet-destroying elephant out of the room."

"The autobots were allied with humans?" Rung says with clear surprise written on his face. That was...quite different from how things on Earth went for the Autobots where he was from. The humans almost all completely despised them.

"...If...would it be rude of me to ask if I could see your pet sometime? I'm quite curious about the nature of such a creature."

He hasn't gotten to deal with many organic animals before and he's just curious.

The other's next statement has him chuckling softly, nodding a bit as he leans back.

"I suppose it did help with that, yes."

He nods, humming lightly. "They called it NEST - the Non-biological Extraterrestrial Species Treaty. The humans were almost bigger threats than the Autobots were." They had nearly killed Barricade in Chicago, after all... and he'd been upset that they didn't finish the job.

"Not rude at all. He's a sweet little fella... mostly. If a little difficult to translate for, on occasion."

At least the firelizard is extremely used to robots, since he's grown up with them.

He chuckles himself, spreading his hands slightly.

"So that's one nasty bit out of the way already."

"..Interesting. Where I'm from..the Autobots attempted to work with the humans but the humans used them," he explained, shaking his head a bit. "It was a nasty little mess in the long run and I'm glad they were all able to leave the planet."

And get back to Cybertron safely. That was the key thing. Even if the events that followed were a bit..crazy.

"What other nasty bits would you like to get out of the way then?"

"Mm, might still happen with mine, who knows. I half-expect them to turn on each other when the 'Cons are all dead." The only difference would be that his Autobots had nowhere to run to... and no way to leave, with their ship blown up.

Then again, that's hardly his problem. He won't go back again. No point, really.

"Other nasty bits..." he snorts quietly. "Where to start?" There's so much. And so much that he's reluctant to tell anyone about. Though there is one related thing...

"Ah. Probably should mention, I'm pretty sure I'm dead back home."

"I hope that isn't the case. I know you aren't there and aren't necessarily aligned with those particular Autobots but..I would hate for anyone to have to go through that," Rung said in all seriousness before his expression changed and he was purely listening as the other spoke.

And reading his body language; his expression. Taking notes on every little thing so he could start to learn it all. (His handy ability that he has no idea about is helping him with that as well.)

"When I first arrived here, I believed I was dead back home as well," Rung said with a slight, slight shiver. "What makes you believe you are?"

"It would be terrible, true, but... well. I'd see all my own Autobots dead, if I could. Those of you from other dimensions are all right, but not them." Barricade can at least recognize the hate he has for them and differentiate things from there.

It probably doesn't hurt that even Barricade's plating is expressive, twitching and flaring as he talks. Such as his wings flicking down in something like embarrassment when asked that question.

"Earth, Chicago. The Autobots escaped - thanks to Soundwave's stupidity and a little luck - and I reconvened with Shockwave. Then human snipers shot out three of my optics to blind me so I wouldn't see the soldiers sticking grenades to my feet." He pauses a moment, looking down to his legs. His calf plating flares.

"By the time I hit the ground with everything below my knees blown into my chest, the soldiers that did it had their rifles aimed for my head."

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