...and the fourth beast said "Come and see." [Open]

[greatdestryr]

Characters: Galvatron
Content: Arrival
Location: High atop a random Iacon tower
Time of day: Dawn
Warnings: You are all screwed now.
Status: (Active/Finished?) Active

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[halcyonlost]

Barricade was so happy to be on patrol. No, really, he was. The Decepticon base was quickly turning into a bad sitcom where all the jokes were carried out in glares, pointed looks and manual strangulation. It was almost a relief to be out, rumbling along the quiet streets, audio cranked up to pick up any errant Autobot transmissions as well as scan for Places of Interest. Some of which he'd report back to Shockwave (who had not resorted to Chokiness probably only because he only had one real arm); some...Barricade would tuck away in his 'rainy day' fund.

It was almost...nice. Losing himself in the nearly-become-familiar streets of Iacon.

Until some sort of 'kawham' sound blasted across his audio. His tires screeched, biting into the pavement. And he looked up to see one of the towers buckle, as though it had taken a punch, curling in around the damage, toppling over with a fearsome wrenching sound.

Someone had just decided to make a move.

[broken_s1lence]

There she was, jut minding her own business...

Nightbird had been staying out of sight of the few people she's seen so far. The abandoned building had seemed like the perfect place to rest, meditate, and perhaps effect a little self-repair. She'd just settled in when a rocking explosion hit the building.

She was in midair before the shockwave hit, preprogrammed instinct taking over where mere conscious reaction time would have failed. As the building crumbled around her, she jumped for safety from shattered flooring to pieces of wall to - finally - a rooftop the next building over. Nightbird hit the roof and rolled, tucking herself behind a vent shaft. Only then did she look around for her attacker.

[greatdestryr]

Ah yes. This was much better

[halcyonlost]

Barricade cursed as some rubble bounced down off his hood. Seriously. He pushed back into his bipedal mode. Not slugs again. Unless slugs could talk.

And talk pretentiously. Barricade hadn't heard this caliber of speechifying since Megatron. HIS Megatron, who he was still kind of torn on not having seen around. B

This was...worth reporting. He backpedaled, into the arched door of a building, optics split between focusing on the source of the firepower and the airframe being targeted.

Bow to chaos? Not Barricade. Not if he could watch, wait, and turn it to his advantage.

[greatdestryr]

Satisfied with himself and the acquisition of his not-so-new recruit, Galvatron took his time in returning to the street; his floating similar to a lazy mid-day stroll in a park. When his feet returned to ground, he did not linger on the black mech's previous sin, nor was he willing to let it fully ruin this rare mood. No, he would save his frustrations for the poor fools that led this horrible excuse for a solider. The connections between his arm and his cannon nearly sparked in anticipation at the mere thought.

"You will take us to your commander now, solider." The words left his vocalizer in a soft purr, stopping in front of the Decepticon, his digits idly drumming at the cannon on his arm. "Unless you have any objections to your Lord's wishes."

[halcyonlost]

It was the flying thing, Barricade decided. Any mech that could fly was just...bonkers. Shockwave, Starscream, this mech...? See? A Crazy Flying Hat-Trick.

"Yes, sir." He transformed into his vehicle mode, revving his engine, waiting for them to follow.

Well, technically, HIS commander wasn't here, and Barricade was beginning to think that he didn't really know which of the mechs here really had the Decepticon cause as their prime motive. Maybe it was this mech, after all?

He did hope, though, just in case, that Shockwave had gotten his message....

[broken_s1lence]

Seeing Barricade, Nightbird's hand went to the sai she kept on her other wrist. Just in case.

Although she couldn't fly, Nightbird had no doubts about her ability to keep up.

[greatdestryr]

With a curt nod, the Decepticon leader lifted up and took to hovering behind the black groundmech (figures that this particular pain in his aft plating was a grounder; most of them were without any discipline) in a manner he was quite sure made the other uncomfortable. Which, he admitted amusedly to himself as he followed the Mustang through the streets, was exactly his aim.

Perhaps he wouldn't kill this one after all. Not yet anyways.