Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers!
Please R&R!
(Sorry this took so long! Anyway thank you to everybody who read, reviewed and faved! Hope you enjoy this chapter!)
The whole damn ship was orange!
Frenzy was cackling over the bond making him growl as he shifted in his seat in the silver walled interrogation room. Thank Primus this room was a different colour or he would have thrown a fit!
Barricade shifted his stasis cuffed wrists, resting his talons on the desk he was sitting in front of that was scattered with pictures and data-pads. His pedes were chained to the chair legs that they had smartly welded to the floor preventing him from pacing or attacking. Frenzy had popped out a few minutes ago and was currently scaling the walls.
The corridors that the three mechs had managed to force him down were all mind numbingly the same colour. Some of the mechs wandering around had stopped to stare at him earning a red glare and a curse in Cybertronian that would have had any self respecting mech, could they have understood him when he was speaking his native tongue, going into an explosive rage. After all one did not insult other bots creators by calling them glitched maintenance drones unless they wanted a fight.
He began to tap his talons in a random sequence, making sure to leave small indentations in the metal desk, the cuffs giving a pleasant electrical charge every time he shifted his wrists. Barricade grinned as the door to the Interrogation room opened revealing a large red, blue and silver mech.
"Optimus Prime. How grateful I am to be graced with your… honourable presence " he rumbled as Frenzy managed to scale up to the roof and start crawling along the ceiling, small dainty claws that had slit throat lines and ankle wiring digging into the metal. The small hacker gave him a wave and ducked out the top of the doorway just as it hissed shut and the automatic lock snapped into place.
"And you are Barricade" the large leader replied sitting on the seat that he pulled up to the desk containing the various pads and Ariel pictures "it says here you took pot-shots at a military jet" the mech rumbled in return as he scrolled through a scrap of text on the data-pad's glowing screen.
"They fired first" Barricade said boredom dripping from his tone "Self defence"
"Bumblebee?"
"Mistaken for some bot of the same name" the Interceptor replied with an innocent smile which was more like a half sneer, making the mech look devilish as a fang dropped over a lip-plate.
"Prowl?" Optimus asked again wearily as he made sure the spikier mech was still attached to his chair
"Head on collision" Barricade snickered "I trust he still has the dents from our encounter?"
"He is being repaired" Optimus said softly with a little deliberation "Now, why would you attack your own faction?"
"My faction?" Barricade asked tilting his helm curiously, his upper two optics flickering in a blink before his lower set mimicked the action.
"Decepticons" the boxier Optimus replied "You picked a fight with them and you wear their brand, care to explain why?"
"I hold allegiance to Megatron" Barricade confirmed with a dark frown "But I am not of this world where Decepticons are in greater number. In my world we are going extinct"
"What do you mean?" the masked mech asked
"Optimus Prime, descendent of the first Thirteen and defeater of the Fallen destroyed my faction's goals" Barricade said as if it was common knowledge "I am one of the last Decepticons on earth. You Autobots are very persistent hunters, no matter how much good will and slag you all preach."
"So we, as in the Autobots, have been hunting you?" the large barer of the Matrix muttered
"Humans don't take kindly to being squished and terrorised apparently" Barricade shrugged mentally scolding himself for revealing information, his other half of his processor mentally scoffing thinking What the hell? They can't exactly help the Autobots in my world. "My partner is especially good at getting information."
"Speaking of which, where is he?" the truck transformer asked with a frown placing the pad back on the interrogation room desk.
"About ten minutes in that direction" Barricade said neutrally pointing at the door with his bound wrists "I would hurry, Optimus" he grinned showing off his sharp denta "He gets into everything if he isn't watched"
"Very well" the mech sitting across from him said almost serenely much to Barricade's chargin, placing the finger of a servo to the side of his helm, calmly stating the scenario to the mechs on the other side of the walls, before shuffling the data-pads and holopics on the desk into a better order.
"Frag you" Barricade mumbled grouchily, and here he was hoping for a bit of excitement.
Deciding to ignore Barricade Optimus withdrew several objects from his sub-space and scattered them on the desk. "Can you explain what this is?" he asked tapping Barricade's solar energon converter
"Energon dispenser" Barricade said reaching for it and swiftly dragging it to him tapping away at glinting silver glyphs a small cube forming in the base and bright neon blue liquid with silver streaks dribbled from a nozzle.
"What is that?" Optimus asked studying the silver swirled liquid as it sloshed against the sides of the tiny cube that Barricade had managed to extract out of the device's meagre charge.
"My breakfast" Barricade growled defensively and he took a swig of the fluid. Energy rushed down his throat tubing into his tank, the pleasant buzz that always came with drinking energon after having to refuel at human gas stations for so long made him hiss with careless delight. He felt awake now, his optics returning to their full brightness an eerie light show of increasing shades of red and his systems rumbling louder. He put down the cube, half empty and wearily watched the Prime, his doorwings flaring out to catch any stray data waves that he had missed in his half charged state.
"This rifle is very advanced" the Prime continued undeterred making sure to keep the Shock Trooper's sniper rifle out of the mechs reach.
"I have modified it true" Barricade said with little interest taking a last gulp of the energon and crushing the cube between his clenched talons shards of clear cube crumbling into dust.
"And the dagger?" Optimus asked as a shining ceremonial energon dagger skittered across the table to rest at its centre.
It was an ornate piece, the hilt a mesh of precious metals and a shining blue energon crystal embedded in its grip. The blade was made of the armour of the deceased, ancient Cybertronian glyphs indicating who the mech was running down its broadside.
Barricade watched the blade in silence, optics running over it for damage or scratches. "A friend. I'm sure you are familiar with the Decepticon burial traditions being a Prime and all. Our armour is made into weapons. This armour belonged to a friend. I managed to scavenge a part of him from the battlefield before you and your human friends dumped him beneath the sea."
Optimus frowned at him clearly sensing the painful contempt and regret in his growled declaration "What was the mechs designation?"
"None of your business" the Decepticon rumbled dangerously, claws raking at the table "Just get me home frag it!"
"You came here by using one of our engineer's inventions" Optimus said gently
"Great, dimension jumped by a nutty professor" Barricade grumbled rolling his optics "Could this get any worse?"
The door hissed open and a black and white mech rushed in an azure visor covering his optics "Prime sir, we have a problem. It seems that, that little silver drone is currently having a tussle with Starscream just outside the ARK"
"I stand corrected" Barricade muttered in annoyance what the slag have you done now Frenzy?