[Here’s an unpleasant sound for you: a grating, metallic voice in full ululation of Pure Rage. Somewhere between a roar and a shriek.His panicked EM fields have activated the voice comm.]
SHOW YOURSELF!!
[Barricade is…not happy. Last he knew he was recharging in some fraggin’ highway cut-off, after yet another day of uselessness, another comm
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Gonna have to do better than that to scare me, you glitch!
[Yeah. Right. Nice bravado.]
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I thought I ran you into a pole.
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Takes more than your slagged-up driving to take me out, Autobot.
[Whirls, optics narrowing]
You're behind this, aren't you? Sold me out to the humans, did you?
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If you think that was an accident, something is wrong with your processor. More than usual.
Right... because I had a desire to be trapped on this ship with one of you. Yeah, your theory makes sense.
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You hit me with your best, and guess what? Still here.
[sneer]
[The word 'trapped' is...disturbing.]
Trapped? By whom? Why? Where are we?
[He hates that he's stooping to asking questions of an Autobot, but...desperate times... ]
You got a better theory?
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I have answers, but I doooon't think they're much good to you.
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Won't do YOU too much good to hold out on me. If I find out where you're hiding.
Where are you? Start. Talking!
[His cabin comes equipped with the Wrong Side and the Wronger Side. Guess which side you're on? ^__^]
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[Why's that? Prince isn't hiding; he's parkouring a bit right now and paused to check out ShipNET to see what the happenings are. No hiding = good look finding where he's hiding.]
But if you really want, we can play hide and seek.
[He's putting his name in for the Side With The Harem Ladies Covered In Chocolate.]
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[Hypervents.]
Right. Fine. Whatever.
[Can play Hide and Squish later. First: Questions]
Okay. Can you possibly...be...so...good [can you tell how hard he's trying?]...as to explain...what..the FRAG IS GOING ON HERE?! [he tried. Come on. A for effort?]
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Well, whatever. She goes for politeness.]
You're on the MS Elegante. It's a boat, heading to a place called the Golden Shore. You were brought here by the captain.
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[He is instantly suspicious of her Nice. Still, she was...way more helpful than anyone else had been. And could be moreso.]
Okay, get why I'm here. [Not exactly Primus's Golden Child, are we?] Why are you?
[Is this some sort of damnation? Locked in forever with Ironhide and the squishy who hurt his partner?]
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Besides, being a bitch to him served no purpose other than a great way to get herself killed, maimed, or mauled.]
They say we're chosen. For what and why, I dunno. I don't think anyone does.
You can't leave, either. If you try to jump ship, you'll die, then wake up in your room again in a day. Doesn't work.
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Sounds...typically human. [Oh the delicious contempt in his voice. He really can't help it, though. He's a little torqued that she read his mind about escape. Still...answered that question without having to ask it. ]
Chosen? Great. Guess how well the last mission I was chosen for worked out. [Bitter? Barricade?]
So...you've been here longer than me? Does that make you...more chosen? [Not sure why that seems important, but he's trying to piece things together.]
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I trust that we can come to some non-violent arrangement for your stay - I believe it would be in your best interests.
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[He's a bit...tetchy right now. And paranoid. Did we mention paranoid? And all these Autobots (and Autobot sympathizers) suddenly dogpiling on him...not the kind of attention he really wants.]
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The Captain of this vessel does not take kindly to the harming of other passengers.
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[Crafty mech is crafty. That means that...Ironhide can't harm him either. Brb antagonizing 'hide]
Note made.
How many of you slaggin' Autobots are there here?
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