Insanely short, but necessary.
Barricade was pissed. Actually, pissed was an understatement. He was livid. The repairs were taking forever and he needed Decepticon medics. Unfortunately those were in short supply, since he was pretty sure he and Frenzy were the only two Decepticons left on Earth. Barricade needed help.
Retrieving Megatron had been the easy part. He had sent a fully functional Frenzy on board the ship that had dropped Megatron into the sea. Frenzy had scanned a lifeboat, and, as a lifeboat reinforced by Cybertronian technology, Frenzy had been able to gather most of Megatron's remains before they had gotten even remotely close to the bottom of the sea. Fixing Megatron, however, was quickly becoming a chore. Barricade wasn't a medic. He was a warrior, a brute force tactician, a killing-shooting-murdering war machine. He couldn't save a life if his own depended on it, nor would he want too. Banging his fist on a wall, he let out an enraged growl. He needed Ratchet. Barricade knew the Autobot would never agree to fix Barricade, even at the cost of his own life. That was out of the question.
Standing and walking to the edge of the abandoned warehouse where they had taken refuge, Barricade pondered the use of bait to tempt Ratchet. Dead bait, really. Whoever was bait wouldn't last. He tossed the idea out the window. The damned Autobot wouldn't fix Megatron, even with bait. Barricare just needed that infernal idiot Starscream to stay out of his way. Starscream had been intent on leading ever since Megatron's defeat and even before that. Barricade let out a horrible laugh at this. Starscream? Lead? He lacked the drive; the motivation it took to lead a powerful army. Starscream wanted glory and power, that was it. He wanted everything to himself. No, it took more than that to lead the Decepticons. Yes, it took power. But it also took strength. Fear. Motivation. Desire. Megatron had those qualities in his dark, deep twisted mind.
Slamming a wheeled fist to the ground again, Barricade let out a deafening roar. Frenzy cowered in the corner, waiting for Barricade to calm down. But he wouldn't calm down. Not this time.
Barricade knew what he needed. Human help. And he was pretty sure where he could find it.
