Ep1.5 - Broken Telephone - Open
Dec 26, 2012 22:53:30 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2012 22:53:30 GMT -5
[[OOC: Sequel to: Chinese Whispers . Def go read if you want a laugh. The idea is simple: NPC a Nemesis crewman of your choice or your resident Decepticon PC overhearing something from the previous post (or any preceding post) and twisting it and perpetuating the misinformation. Points for extra ludicrousness. Go!]]
So, as Barricade had suspected, his being brigged by the Decepticon 2IC had generated a virulent haze of rumors. As a result, the general atmosphere of anxiety and doom that usually followed the police cruiser like a cartoon cloud in a Looney Tunes episode had… well, ‘abated’ wasn’t the right word. Failing to be anxious around Barricade was generally asking for it. Most Vehicons were still very clear on the infiltrators ‘do not under any circumstances irritate’ status, but there was something else. Something new… namely the impression that he, field lieutenant first-class, Barricade, had been popping his plates over at Hotel Autobot. Courtesy of Optimus Prime was the popular theory.
Now, while that might have been offensive to some Decepticons, Barricade found that rumor rather gleefully blasphemous. Less charming was the rumor he was A: infested with scraplets B: in the rom-com trifecta with the Prime and Starscream (Or Knockout, or Trypitcon, or Grimlock, or Megatron, or something) C: an Autobot sleeper agent D: secretly Prowl somehow E: secretly Air Raid. F: conjunx endura to half the ship apparently and toaster. Barricade, for his part would have been more impressed if he wasn’t so godsdamned busy.
The ship was still kind of full of holes and Megatron hadn’t quite finished throwing Starscream into walls (both figuratively and literally). There was also a high-command order coming down that the Autobots were going to be Found. Capital F. Megatron had his murder-face on. Soundwave was shut in a closet doing things that Soundwave did best. Barricade was waiting on the faceless comm officer to give him an indication but for now he was on repair rounds.
“Scraplets, huh?” Barricade, standing, inspecting the still gutted innards of a command hub on C Deck, had to commend the Autobots a perfectly executed sneak attack. The relentlessly hopeless glitchfrakkers. “They hit us with a scraplet bomb. Autobots. With a scraplet bomb.”
“Miniature ones,” said Katie, one of the technicians.
“Those are the worst,” said Barricade completely casually.
Erich, her partner on this deck, made a choking noise behind his faceplate and dropped a welding torch on his foot.
“Knockout’s got a trick for those. How bad was the infestation?”
“Uh, we lost about 20% of the hardware in this deck and 10% in the above level. We quarantined before we lost any primary systems.”
Erich was already gone. Barricade picked up the welding torch. “Well, don’t stand there staring at me. Let’s finish up.”
So, as Barricade had suspected, his being brigged by the Decepticon 2IC had generated a virulent haze of rumors. As a result, the general atmosphere of anxiety and doom that usually followed the police cruiser like a cartoon cloud in a Looney Tunes episode had… well, ‘abated’ wasn’t the right word. Failing to be anxious around Barricade was generally asking for it. Most Vehicons were still very clear on the infiltrators ‘do not under any circumstances irritate’ status, but there was something else. Something new… namely the impression that he, field lieutenant first-class, Barricade, had been popping his plates over at Hotel Autobot. Courtesy of Optimus Prime was the popular theory.
Now, while that might have been offensive to some Decepticons, Barricade found that rumor rather gleefully blasphemous. Less charming was the rumor he was A: infested with scraplets B: in the rom-com trifecta with the Prime and Starscream (Or Knockout, or Trypitcon, or Grimlock, or Megatron, or something) C: an Autobot sleeper agent D: secretly Prowl somehow E: secretly Air Raid. F: conjunx endura to half the ship apparently and toaster. Barricade, for his part would have been more impressed if he wasn’t so godsdamned busy.
The ship was still kind of full of holes and Megatron hadn’t quite finished throwing Starscream into walls (both figuratively and literally). There was also a high-command order coming down that the Autobots were going to be Found. Capital F. Megatron had his murder-face on. Soundwave was shut in a closet doing things that Soundwave did best. Barricade was waiting on the faceless comm officer to give him an indication but for now he was on repair rounds.
“Scraplets, huh?” Barricade, standing, inspecting the still gutted innards of a command hub on C Deck, had to commend the Autobots a perfectly executed sneak attack. The relentlessly hopeless glitchfrakkers. “They hit us with a scraplet bomb. Autobots. With a scraplet bomb.”
“Miniature ones,” said Katie, one of the technicians.
“Those are the worst,” said Barricade completely casually.
Erich, her partner on this deck, made a choking noise behind his faceplate and dropped a welding torch on his foot.
“Knockout’s got a trick for those. How bad was the infestation?”
“Uh, we lost about 20% of the hardware in this deck and 10% in the above level. We quarantined before we lost any primary systems.”
Erich was already gone. Barricade picked up the welding torch. “Well, don’t stand there staring at me. Let’s finish up.”