I dont own Transformers, just my imagination!
This story is a 'what if Barricade and Blackout didnt get deactivated in the 2007 movie'. This shall continue until ROTF and WILL continue to be updated regadless of reviews or number of views.
Blackout flew high over head, answering Starscream's call. He was nearing the city where they were supposed to search for the human who has the All Spark. That was when he felt a Decepticon signal very near him and it was not moving. It was Barricade's.
Hmm.. Perhaps he is idling?
He decided to check and maybe punish him for not answering the communication lines immedietly. He transformed as he landed nearby and when he finaly saw his fellow Con. He was offline and lying down near a support beam with his helm dented. He could still sense the energy signature of an Autobot around him.
Coming over, he shook Barricade with his massive hands trying to put him back online. "Wake up Barricade! Our true leader, Megatron is back! We need as many Decepticons as we can if we want to defeat those Autobots..."
Earlier.....
Ignorant . Pathetic . Slow . Mini Van .
A black and white Mustang was under orders to retrieve the Allspark. The only thing holding him back was a silver Dodge mini van in front of him. Most likely, the driver would not increase their speed of sixt-seven miles per hour in fear of earning a ticket. A growl escaped his audio synthisizer but it was instantly muted when his engine roared and he moved to the shoulder to pass.
A shadow cast over him as Bonecrusher scooped the van up and threw it. The Saleen had to increase speed to avoid being hit.
He could feel the energy coming from the Allspark, urging him to go faster. It was calling out to him, gently pulling at his spark. But Bonecrusher moved infront of him and began to transform. Humans driving on the freeway broke and began to hit each other, or screech to a harsh stop.
In a matter of seconds, the Decepticon collided with the Autobot leader and the two fell off the freeway. Barricade then increased his speed, only to receive a harsh hit to his right side from the scrambling human drivers. Pushing back would do little good considering the Topkick that was next to him was a larger vehicle. Barricade started to increase his speed again, but the GMC caught his quarter panel and sent him into a cement pillar that supported an over pass.
Systems rebooting . . .
Initilizing . . . .
Rebooting failed .
Systems rebooting . . . . .
Initilizing . . . .
Systems online .
When Barricade came back online he felm him self being shaken. His optics we not online yet, nor were his scanners, so he instantly transformed and growled before taking half a step back.
Red opticts flicked to life and Barricade looked up at Blackout, "I am aware of that ." A clawed hand came up as he scratching his helm, a dent was present, but it was nothing his self repair systems couldn't fix.
He transformed back into his vehicle mode and tore off down the freeway toward Mission City .
It took his fellow Decepticon to come back online. It seemed that none of his internals were damaged based on his scans and only the vicious dents on Barricade's armor were theproblem. That was a good since their resourses are already running low.
Seeing Barricade come back online and snapping at him like that was already expected. Who wouldn't anyway? He tried to repress his amusement as he transformed and took to the air and heading toward the direction of Mission City. He flew above Barricade in case Autobots or one of those hostile military personel of the humans decided to challenge them.
"Let us hurry, we have wasted quite enough time and our leader needs us."
Barricade didn't respond past a loud revv of his engine. He knew that already. He knew that they were needed in the battle that was already happening.
With his speedometer reaching two hundred and seventy miles, he swerved around a number of cars. He didn't bother making sure he kept pace with the helicopter over head. Barricade knew he could keep up even if he decided to move faster than he was, that and the sound of blades slicing through the air, he knew he wasn't going to lose his fellow Decepticon.
For him, getting into the city was a bother. Abandoned cars congested thr road, and people trying to avoid the left cars were meerly pushed to the side.
He felt rubble under his tired. An explosion went off somewhere close by. He reduced his speed before remembering Blackout flying in the sky, "What can you see?" The flyer had a better field of vision than himself.
They entered the paniced city. The fleshling creatures where all screaming and running around madly. Everywhere there was chaos and rubble, ammo and craters littered the streets and the buildings. Fire burned on some places and smoke obscured his vison a little. He transformed and landed on top of a building and scanned the area.
He saw the Autobots and their human allies. He saw his comrades offlined permanently and their broken bodies lying in the streets. But what horrified him was the body of Megatron, his empty burnt spark chamber exposed for everyone to see. He counted the Decepticons in the battle field and noticed that Starscream was not there.
He tried to comm him but he was not able to contact him. The seeker poably turned off his communication module.
"Every one is offline! Even... Megatron." He punched a pillar decorating the building out of anger as he relayed the images to Barricade.
"Every one is offline... Even Megatron!"
When he heard those words over his comm link he was angry . No.. Enraged! He wanted more than nothing than to scrap the nearest Autobot.
No doubt Blackout already tried, but Barricade still tried Starscreams link. If anyone survived, if was him. That slagging coward had a high self preservation programming.
The flyer must've blocked his signal or closed off his comm link, because he couldn't get through.
Barricade growled and blocked the images that were coming up in his vision.
The loss of their leader did not bode well, but he had no doubt that they could bring Megatron back. That and the seeker would attempt to take control of the Decepticons. The very thought of taking orders from that snake had him grinding gears when he attempted to reverse.
After a second, the Mustang reverse and whipped around. "I suggest you fall back" More human military personell would be arriving, and Barricade was in no rush to be captured, so he drove off.
Blackout felt the anger and frustration emanating from Barricade. And he watched the mustang retreat. The remark about Starscream taking over the Decepticons made his energon boil. He suspects that even from the beginning the seeker already had this planned out.
"We better mask our energy signatures to avoid Autobots tracking us down.." He hesitated before adding: "The two of us better find a hideout. I am too obvious unlike you."
He transformed and flew high up into the clouds bu stil remained in touch with Barricade as he followed him.
Barricade didn't respond. Him and Blackout had been around each other enough for him to know that Barricade wasn't much of a talker unless he felt inclined to.
Even though he didn't want to, he masked his energy and continued onto the freeway. He knew Blackout was following over head and he also knew that he was right, very obvious. So the Mustang drove out almost ninety miles to an old air plane hangar.
The abondoned structure was off the freeway by thirty miles. It was far from civilization, they would be fine for a while.
Blackout wondered where they were going but kept following Barricade. They were now the only known Decepticons left on this dirty organic planet, not counting Scorponok. He felt tired and enraged but at least flying somehow calmed him down.
Barricade's erratic fast driving clearly showed his feelings but didn't dare mention it. He followed until they came upon a rusting broken down hangar. He transformed when he assumed that it was safe enough and began walking around to stretch his joints. He sat down heavily on the floor on a pile of dusty boxes.
He focused his optics on Barricade in silent thanks.
At the same time the copter transformed, a thud was absorbed by the dirt beneath them as the Ford's quarter panels, doors and fenders dropped. Clawed hands pushed his form up as metal shifted and rearranged. Barricade stood up where his tire tracks ended.
Crimson quadoptics narrowed slightly as he watched the larger mech streach and walk around before taking a seat on some boxes that the humans had left behind.
He didn't verbally respond to the look of 'thanks' he was getting, he only gave a curt nod before speaking, "More Decepticons will come," It wasn't wishful thinking, Barricade knew Starscream would send a trasmission out and/or gather Cons that are out there and send them to Earth, if that happenes then... "The humans will hunt us down."
Blackout relaxed after a few clicks. He shook himself up and let the sand flow out of his joints. His mission in Qatar was succesful even if he lacked the neccesary infromation. But still...
The sand that came out of him clogged up his internals and made him 'itch'. It was very annoying and made him hate this occursed planet even more. He perked up immedietly when Barricade spoke and he agreed with him.
"Yes, those flesh creatures must be stronger than we thought. Their technology has proven to be effective against us. We have to be more careful."
He dislodged Scorponok from his back. The small Cybertronian was severly damaged from the human's barrage on him. He was even missing part of his tail.
"Come, let me repair what I can." He took Scorponk in his arms and studied him closely, before turning his attention to Barricade. "How about you?" He nodded at his damaged helm and dented armor.
Barricade heard the few prominent clicks and a wirrs and Scorponok came from Blackout's back. He watched the larger Decepticon looking over his partnes and he averted his gaze. though the two were noting alike, Scorponok reminded him of Frenzy.
It wasn't their size or their body and armor configuration, but the relationship as partners.
Scorponok was Blackout's partner .
Frenzy was Barricade's .
It bothered him that he didn't know where the hyperactive mech was. His comm link was not working and his energy reading was virtually non existant.
Just like the other Decepticons in the city... He thought grimly.
Barricade did not want to believe that the humans had killed him, but that was the only logical explination. After the battle he had with the Autobot scout, Frenzy told him that he was going to follow the humans, Barricade agreed, if he stayed with the humans, that they would lead him to the Allspark.
The interrogator was pulled from his thoughts by Blackout's voice. Barricade glared at him and walked off, "I'm fine."
Blackout sighed at that and went to work on Scorponok and on himself. His attack on the human's base in Qatar gave him a few damages but the worst that he got were only a few bullet holes and scorched armor from blasts.
He paused when he noticed that Barricade seemed uneasy when he released Scorponok from thedrone's storage in his body. He watched Barricade stalk away after telling him he is fine.
"If we could get a reading from Frenzy's tracker we might still be able to retrieve him." He called after Barricade and repressing the urge to ask where he is going and continued with the repairs.
As he walked off, he head Blackout's words. A slight hope that maybe, maybe his partner was alive.
Barricade shook it off, they weren't going to get a reading from Frenzy. He knew that the humans were almost brutal as himself when it came to expirimenting and disection.
Without the Allspark . . . . it was hard to say if there was an alternate way to bring him back. Barricade was sure there was more than one way to bring back the offlined, but he wasn't practiced or even cared to know how that worked.
Despite the fact that he could have thanked the larger Cybertronian for the hope he provided, Barricade just moved to the other side of the hangar. His quadoptics remained still, unshuttering as he stared at the sun. A human would have squinted and perhaps brought up a hand to shield their eyes. Barricade didn't need to, all it was was a bright light refelcting off the glass that covered his optics.
After a few breems, Blackout had succesfully repaired what he could with the meager extra parts he had along with some useable metal he found in the hangar. He had fashioned a temporary tail for Scorponok that is really useless but it made the little Con feel better until a real medic arrived.
As if the are any Decepticon medics sane enough to repair their comrades. He mused.
The bullet holes in his armor was picked off by Scorponok while he took out the rest himself. Those armor peircing bullets the humans have was no match against Cybertronian armor but are very annoying. They only left dents he had to smoothen out.
He let Scorponok go back to his storage to recharge while he went accross the hangar and towards Barricade who was obviously sulking. He took note of that with amusement and stored it in his data banks in his 'To Mock Later' list.
"I believe that we should send out an encypted broadcast when we recovered more from our damage. Just to let other Decepticons know we are in this pitiful excuse of a planet and that.. /a pause/ our leader has fallen."
Heavy thuds, screeching and shifting metal let him know that Blackout was moving around and more than likey patching his partner up as well as himself.
Barricade's damage was minor, no more than four percent damage, it could have been worse, but the interrogator had been fitted with an armor that was two times denser than the average Cybertronian. He didn't need to bother with a full systems check even though the hit to that cement pillar could have knocked something loose, he didn't feel anything was amiss.
Repair Systems . . . .
Initalizing . . . .
Repair Systems Online .
He focused his repair systems on the bents and twisted spikes on his helm. Using his repair systems required a certain amount of energy, seeing is how he /and Blackout/ was stuck on Earth with little to know supplies to replenish energy lost, save for recharging, he decided it was best to conserve what he had.
So he slipped a clawed finger beneath his armor. Barricade managed to supress an annoyed hiss as he pushed back against the dent in his arm armor. The concave spot on the fender popped back with a thunk.
Again, he was pulled by a second voice and he let out a low growl as he pulled his clawed hand back and move to another dent on his torso.
Blackout was right. They should send out a transmission . They should let their comerades know they're sill alive and on Earth . They should .
He didn't want to .
He never liked working with others anyway . Starscream had to know they were alive, Barricade knew the seeker was not absent minded, he was smart. Smart enough to scan the area and use anyone left alive to his advantage . He would be suprised if they were contacted sooner or later.
"Then send a transmission in a few solar cycles . " The interrogator popped the second dent back out with his quadoptics narrowed before he continued, "Lord Megatron will rise again."
At Barricade's words, he gave off a suprised sound. He saw it clearly, the scorched and empty spark chamber of Megatron and above him was Prime and that human with designation Samuel James Witwicky. How would Megatron rise again when his life force was extinguished to nothing?
He just ignored it and settled down nearer to where Barricade was. In case an Autobot attack occured, he would be able to send out an EMP blast to temporarily buy them some time to escape. Fighting is not an option since they were functioning at 75 to 80% capacity. Oh how he wished he had some fresh energon right now. He knew Barricade thought the same thing from time to time. Every one in the Decepticon army were.
"Yes, I shall send it when we have some of our strenght back." He said tiredly, optics shuttering as he watched a few organics fly in the sky. Birds, that was what they were called when he ran a search on the human's internet. They reminded him of Starscream.
He felt Scorponok recharging in his storage and knew that he will be like that until after a few of the Earth's daily cycles. When he is up and around again he will send out that transmission.
"When Starscream comes back I will challenege him for the Decepticon leadership." He told Barricade after a while.
"And if Lord Megatron ever comes back... I will hand him his crown immedietly unlike that traitorous back stabbing seeker."
Barricade unintentionally shifted his weight as the space between them shrunk. It may have only been decreased from eighty feet to almost thirty-two, but he was still slightly bothered.
Flapping wings told him that bird flew high above the two. He knew all out the species, Barricade had been on Earth years before the Decepticons ever mobilized. In that time, he learned as much as he could so he could do what he always did, find and exploit weaknesses.
After a while Blackout spoke up and Barricade didn't bother letting out a grating laugh. That was humorous. The thought of Blackout trying fight Starscream for the fallen Leader's position was something he would not mind witnessing. The MH-53 was larger, and taller than the Raptor, one would say they would be matched. Starscream was quick and ruthless while Blackout was stronger and bulkier.
He knew it would never come to that, but if Blackout did become leader of the Decepticons, Barricade would follow. His loyalties are strictly tied to Megatron, but he was not in a hurry to become exiled or sent offline. So he would play along if needed.
Point in fact, Blackout would pose a better Leader than Starscream because he was only in it for teporary reasons, having the position of a hacker wouldn't derail him much. But Barricade seethed, not directly at Blackout, or the idea of him leading but the fact that he was thinking so far out, "Lord Megatron will return Blackout." His tone was final, he was not going to continue this conversation any longer than he needed.
"Now go recharge . . . . I will keep my scanners up." He wasn't asking, or suggesting, he was telling him to. The copter had to, his systems wouldn't do well after the damage he was delt despite the fact that it was minor.
Based on an RP-
TBC
