We are a literate, intermediate to advanced AU Transformers RPG Based off of the first season of TFP with dashes of other incarnations sprinkled here or there. Characters from any continuity are welcome however must be restyled to match the TFPrime universe.
Active, with ongoing plotlines, we are always willing to integrate new characters into storylines once incorporated into the setting.
Barricade was far, far down on the list of mechs to work with, just above Starscream, Megatron and Shockwave. The scout seemed driven to piss off anything that was able to feel emotional and even a few that didn't, Acid Storm had a bet on how long Shockwave would have a meltdown from some of Barricade's jousts.
It was also painfully easy to see that Barricade had no idea what he was talking about, the Seeker's chosen tools were just that, tools. He could use acid or rust for anything under the sun, one of those uses just happened to be to a deadly extreme, to which the uneducated would call it a 'weapon'. Perhaps he would have taken it onto himself to correct Barricade if the bot wasn't a total slagger, but as it turned out Acid Storm was fine with letting this poor frame of mind remain.
"That depends."
He said at long last "I would first have to examine what Sterotype used. Once that is finished I can safely recommend what to use and how, then all our bouncing medic would have to do is follow my words as such and everything should be fine." of course there was a slight chance that everything would blow up in their faces, but Acid Storm didn't dwell on that for long.
“Good,” said Barricade, taking off down the hall for the groundbridge control room, jerking his head to indicate the scientist follow. “Knockout’s pitching a fit and the longer he’s having vapors, the longer it takes him to get back to repairing the Vehicons. Strangely enough, we need them in particular.”
One thing that had changed in Barricade’s absence – the intellectual level of the Vehicon forces. Previous to his mission deployment they’d been throttled mentally, little more than emergency sparks in to full-frame drones. A crude way to fill the ranks but necessary in the twilight hours of Cybertron. Now that he was back, their processing powers were complex and individualized. They’d all woken up and from the reports no Decepticon officer had given the order to overhaul them… they’d done so on their own, technologically evolved and despite their function and frame type. Some might call that remarkable.
... but it was still odd most of them were named Steve and Bruce and Hoff, for Primus’ sake. Less than five minutes and a ground bridge later, Barricade and Acid Storm were standing in the Nevada Desert inspecting the unmoving form of the Vehicon jet, Hoff. No one had seen fit to get near the contaminated mech. Knockout was lounging off and away, ignoring them both. Barricade remained where he was, arms folded, watching Acid Storm.
Acid Storm went to work right away, kneeling down and placing a hand on the downed drone's shoulder. Every sensor he had was focused on the robot as he combed through Hoff, taking in as much data as he could. As he worked the Seeker grumbled to himself, though he was far more animated then before. In his element Acid Storm was at his most useful, it didn't take too long for him to compute a way to fix the drone.
Carefully he pulled out two chemicals he had collected while cleaning up the lab, he then mixed them together and swirled the combined fluid around for a bit. Once that was done he sprinkled a few drops on Hoff optics before standing back up and walking over to the lazy medic.
"Knockout, take this and infuse it with the energon that will be lined up for Hoff's next refueling. The drone will not be able to move or do much for some time even after it's in Hoff's chassi, it will be very slow and very painful, but it will be on the mend."
Silently he was rather impressed by what his scanners had picked up, before now he had never really watched Sterotype all that closely. She had been just another Decepticon to Acid Storm, but after having to try and combat her handiwork he found some sort of respect for the femme. Even with a full on lab and everything laid out before him, Acid Storm would have only been able to shave a few days off Hoff's recovery. He was also a little annoyed that he hadn't tried to work beside or at least speak with Sterotype before, her insight to their respective fields could have brought so much for both bot's research.
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The Decepticon medic accepted the Seeker’s solution with a kind of half-impressed-but-not-really-because-I-never-am look. Two servant-class Vehicons exchanged a series of glyphs between them before one of them quirked a head at Acid Storm and asked, “Is it safe to move him?” followed immediately by the other one who asked, “Will that substance hurt any of us?” The first one, “because we have to move him.” The second, “And our CMO doesn’t want… ‘gunk’ everywhere.” They sounded vaguely embarrassed. Knockout didn’t appear to give a frag.
Barricade had a question pertaining more to his own objectives. “S’it gonna kill a bot to jack in an take a memory file or two off his neural net? Whatever he saw last, we need that data immediately as possible. Standing orders to track and eliminate Serotype.” As much as chasing a virologist around sounds like just stacks of fun… Barricade’s priorities did not exactly put Serotype murder at the top of his ‘To Do List’. They had better things to do.
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In all the 'excitement' Acid Storm had forgotten about the little drones that had to move Hoff's body, not that he really paid them any mind. He seemed to not even hear them for a moment, instead focusing on the gunk which covered the fallen bot.
"I doubt it. Just wash your servos when your done moving this heap."
And almost as soon as he got answering one question another was put forth, by Barricade of all bots. Straightening his back a bit the Seeker turned to catch the scout in his vibrant green gaze. He was somewhat amused that Barricade would even care enough to ask something like that, he seemed more the type to dive in and ask the details after blowing his objective half way to slag. Of course Acid Storm had never worked with the mech in the field, so he could only guess at how effective he really was. After all, Megatron has to keep him around for some reason.
"Unless Hoff here has a history of extreme paranoia and has upgraded the programming to have some really powerful firewalls, then I would say that it should be safe. Though I can't say for sure without looking into things myself and that's a job for our silent mind-ripper, not me."
The mech gave a small scowl at that, another thing on the long list of things he hated was getting the sort of jobs that should go to Soundwave but were not deemed important enough to get the slagger to do the job. Acid Storm only knew a little of hacking, his expertize was in programming itself and he just so happened to be able to live through all but the most threatening cyber attacks. Given this it wasn't out of the norm for Acid Storm to be used by other 'Cons as a sort of crash-test dummy for systems that Soundwave was unable to deal with.
Barricade was already moving as Acid Storm spoke. He didn’t need the scientist’s analysis on a drone’s software, only on whether the viral agent Serotype used would make any form of physical interface a bad idea. Some viral agents were communicable by very specific venues (fluid transfer, contact, cyber-linkage, etc) but, apparently, this was not one to worry about. Say what you wanted about Seeker or Ciddy’s complete inability to give a shit, but he did his job when you told him. Barricade indicated the two Vehicons hold a moment while he moved past Acid Storm to crouch beside the fallen mech. He took a moment to access the cranial jack at the back of Hoff’s helm, activating the interface cabling in his wrist.
“Sorry, kid.”
Barricade pulled the data files he needed from the downed bot, then broke the link and retracted the data cord. He stood up, jerking his head and the two other Vehicons nodded and moved to get their downed comrade from the ground and through the ground bridge while Barricade reviewed Hoff’s final audio records. Just went to show how simply designed the Vehicons were – most bots weren’t built with systems this easy to pull things from. He smirked a bit at Hoff’s final insult to Serotype: “Frag you, you… smelt-eating piece of Bot-facing slag!”
“Sounds like Sniper might have survived,” said Barricade, more thinking aloud than anything. “One traitor helping the other into POW-friendly Autobot aid. Assume Serotype is defecting to the Autobots. Acid Storm, I’m forwarding you a copy of this. Tell Commander Starscream about Sniper.” His optics flickered darkly with amusement. “Let him tell Megatron the good news.”
As far as Acid Storm cared, his job was done, but low and behold it seemed that Barricade had more orders for him to dance to. However, unlike the others, this one was something the annoyed Seeker might find some small joy in. It seemed that the scout was going to put Starscream right in the path of Megatron's cannon, which should improve troop moral quite a bit.
He didn't care a single bit about the defectors, other then a lingering desire to comb through Sterotype's notes to see what his fellow scientist had percolating in that processor of her's before she jumped ship.
He didn't confirm that he understood or even heard Barricade's words, only turned and began to walk back to the ship. He would of course inform Starscream and perhaps be near by, but not too close, when Megatron took out a little frustration on the 'air commander' as Acid Storm's fellow Seeker was sometimes called.