Well. At least Starscream wasn't there. And he had those things in his head that weren't his friends. He just didn't have the Spark to remind them that Frenzy stuttered and Bonecrusher's vocals had been meticulously removed. There presence was just a buzzing annoyance against processor, a grating he ignored to focus on survival. Squeezing every last ounce of Energon that he could out of the rocks. But in the end, he was never meant to exist completely alone.
Barricade still occasionally considers these meetings a bad idea. Hypatia might figure it out, sooner or later. Primus help him if she found out and then found a way through those firewalls of his. At least his paranoia has been good to him here, so far. He's still himself. Whatever he is now, anyway. Besides, his existance is a long history of bad ideas. He shouldn't have had Autobot drinking buddies or hired his services out to other Megatrons, either.
So he still goes out to meet Nemesis when there's opportunity, following the tunnels he'd carved and areas where he'd blinded the cameras. He'd called him something else once, hadn't he...? Ah, yes. Romero. Bad joke. But it's neither here nor there.
He keeps his headlights off as he slips into the designated meeting place, in one of the gutted buildings in a Residential Zone.
Yo dawg I heard you like crazy car robots
Well. At least Starscream wasn't there. And he had those things in his head that weren't his friends. He just didn't have the Spark to remind them that Frenzy stuttered and Bonecrusher's vocals had been meticulously removed. There presence was just a buzzing annoyance against processor, a grating he ignored to focus on survival. Squeezing every last ounce of Energon that he could out of the rocks. But in the end, he was never meant to exist completely alone.
Barricade still occasionally considers these meetings a bad idea. Hypatia might figure it out, sooner or later. Primus help him if she found out and then found a way through those firewalls of his. At least his paranoia has been good to him here, so far. He's still himself. Whatever he is now, anyway. Besides, his existance is a long history of bad ideas. He shouldn't have had Autobot drinking buddies or hired his services out to other Megatrons, either.
So he still goes out to meet Nemesis when there's opportunity, following the tunnels he'd carved and areas where he'd blinded the cameras. He'd called him something else once, hadn't he...? Ah, yes. Romero. Bad joke. But it's neither here nor there.
He keeps his headlights off as he slips into the designated meeting place, in one of the gutted buildings in a Residential Zone.