Before the Storm
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Bayverse, post 07 movie.
Barricade, Frenzy
mentions of character death.
Written for dreamwidth meme. "Barricade and Frenzy, before the storm"
This, Barricade thought, is my fraggin' luck, as he watched the sky drop to an ominous darkness. The winds picked up, the trees along the cut where he'd parked himself tossing with restless energy, green arms waving nervously at the louring sky. Signs of a terrestrial rainstorm. Maybe, maybe he'd get clean. He was covered in hundreds of miles of road dirt, everything from the bland sand of the American desert to the southern red clay, and up here to the greyish-yellow mud of the northeast. Dirt everywhere--streaked on his windscreen, clumped into his wheelwells, caked into his undercarriage. Not all the rain in this planet will wash that clean. His drivetrain ached from the dirt and the lack of proper maintenance, but....it didn't matter.
Stuck on this fraggin' planet. Alone for all he knew, no one answering comm. Maybe they were dead. Maybe they'd abandoned him, because he'd abandoned them in the pursuit of the Allspark. Turnabout is fair play, of course. He deserved it.
It wouldn't hurt so much if he'd abandoned them for something. Instead, he'd traced lines here, to New Jersey. To some research facility buried in the mountains and the trees. Frenzy might be here.
Frenzy. Who had been the one to find Megatron. To free Megatron. To do what none of the larger mechs had managed. Who had found the Allspark as well. If anyone was a hero in this skirmish, it was Frenzy. And...the thought struck a strange unfamiliar terror in Barricade's spark, a martyr.
The little techling hadnt' really known what he was getting into. That was the point, of course, of symbiont dronelings in the first place: less aware, only half-sentient, balls of energy, curious, restless, capable of seeing and sensing and feeling. Relentless in pursuit of their directives, in their growth to sentience. Incapable, because of their low-sentience, of knowing risk.
He had felt a shock of surprise alone with the pain that Frenzy had sent along his bond from the Dam site. Frenzy had never felt pain before, and in addition to the sudden message of hurrrrrrrrrt had been a blast of painfearincomprehension that had staggered Barricade. What is this? Why is it happening? What's going on? Whathelpidon'tunderstand a plea, a need for help, comfort, something Barricade was too far away (physically, mentally) to give. Too...cut off to help.
He'd peeled away. Bonecrusher'd snapped only that he probably wouldn't have been much good anyway and let him go. But by the time he'd gotten to the Dam, Frenzy's link had gone achingly silent.
And that had led him here, following traces of hacked intelligence signals. Frenzy's cortex separated from his spark. Awful death. Awful quest Barricade was on to reassemble him.
Frenzy deserved this. All Barricade could offer in way of comfort--too little, too late.
The sky split, the rain punching down upon his filthy armor, punishing him clean.
Bayverse, post 07 movie.
Barricade, Frenzy
mentions of character death.
Written for dreamwidth meme. "Barricade and Frenzy, before the storm"
This, Barricade thought, is my fraggin' luck, as he watched the sky drop to an ominous darkness. The winds picked up, the trees along the cut where he'd parked himself tossing with restless energy, green arms waving nervously at the louring sky. Signs of a terrestrial rainstorm. Maybe, maybe he'd get clean. He was covered in hundreds of miles of road dirt, everything from the bland sand of the American desert to the southern red clay, and up here to the greyish-yellow mud of the northeast. Dirt everywhere--streaked on his windscreen, clumped into his wheelwells, caked into his undercarriage. Not all the rain in this planet will wash that clean. His drivetrain ached from the dirt and the lack of proper maintenance, but....it didn't matter.
Stuck on this fraggin' planet. Alone for all he knew, no one answering comm. Maybe they were dead. Maybe they'd abandoned him, because he'd abandoned them in the pursuit of the Allspark. Turnabout is fair play, of course. He deserved it.
It wouldn't hurt so much if he'd abandoned them for something. Instead, he'd traced lines here, to New Jersey. To some research facility buried in the mountains and the trees. Frenzy might be here.
Frenzy. Who had been the one to find Megatron. To free Megatron. To do what none of the larger mechs had managed. Who had found the Allspark as well. If anyone was a hero in this skirmish, it was Frenzy. And...the thought struck a strange unfamiliar terror in Barricade's spark, a martyr.
The little techling hadnt' really known what he was getting into. That was the point, of course, of symbiont dronelings in the first place: less aware, only half-sentient, balls of energy, curious, restless, capable of seeing and sensing and feeling. Relentless in pursuit of their directives, in their growth to sentience. Incapable, because of their low-sentience, of knowing risk.
He had felt a shock of surprise alone with the pain that Frenzy had sent along his bond from the Dam site. Frenzy had never felt pain before, and in addition to the sudden message of hurrrrrrrrrt had been a blast of painfearincomprehension that had staggered Barricade. What is this? Why is it happening? What's going on? Whathelpidon'tunderstand a plea, a need for help, comfort, something Barricade was too far away (physically, mentally) to give. Too...cut off to help.
He'd peeled away. Bonecrusher'd snapped only that he probably wouldn't have been much good anyway and let him go. But by the time he'd gotten to the Dam, Frenzy's link had gone achingly silent.
And that had led him here, following traces of hacked intelligence signals. Frenzy's cortex separated from his spark. Awful death. Awful quest Barricade was on to reassemble him.
Frenzy deserved this. All Barricade could offer in way of comfort--too little, too late.
The sky split, the rain punching down upon his filthy armor, punishing him clean.
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Date: 2010-05-20 12:01 pm (UTC)Well done, hon. I love how much insight you give to these characters who got shafted by the canon material.
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Date: 2010-05-20 04:03 pm (UTC)Very nice Barricade-fic. It suits him, in a way.
Also, Bonecrusher's "comment" made me laugh inappropriately for the setting. :)
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Date: 2010-05-20 05:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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