Nexus. Sign area and Blackout's kingdom. Barricade.

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//Apoleia, Blackout doesn't care that you shot her.// The message comes over a com frequency which was once reserved only for Megatron and his lieutenants, and a tall grey-black mech with twin rotor mounts on his shoulders and a battle masked face pauses to scowl at his slightly smaller brother.

//But, Requiem, she's our leader. And I nearly blew her leg off.// The black mech, who bears a very close resemblance to the bot they're talking about despite his slighter build, looks up at the other with something akin to anguish.

//Like I said. She doesn't care. She told you to shoot that thing off her, and you did,// says Requiem, who looks like he's got some other kind of tech in his shell besides the usual, but who still resembles Blackout himself. //But she WILL get slagged off if we don't hurry up and bring her drink, so come on.//

Apoleia flails one hand just a little, but follows his brother.

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Sorry about the delay!

[namesnotprowl]

Barricade's had a terrible habit of getting lost lately - escaping one universe only to be dragged into another. But at least this one seems vaguely familiar. The Nexus, the sign... a pair of Cybertronians who look rather familiar. Particularly the completely black one. Curious.

He hasn't exactly tailed anyone in a long while - certainly not those that resemble his fellows - so instead sends out a ping along Decepticon frequencies.

Is kay!

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Both rookies pause and sweep the Nexus with sensors, then turn to look at Barricade.

Requiem tilts his head, optics sharp over his mask. "You talking to us?"

[namesnotprowl]

He shutters his own optics a pair at a time, nodding shortly. "Indeed. You remind me of someone I used to know."

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"This is the Nexus." The tall youngster shrugs. "There's a lot of alts here."

"Barricade," says Apoleia. "Formerly a member of the force that first sought Megatron on Earth in most realities of that tech type."

Requiem glances at him sideways and mutters something about 'nerd'.

[namesnotprowl]

Really, compared to Barricade, most Cybertronians are tall. He seems impressed that the mech knows him; he hasn't exactly been around Decepticons since Mission City and that embarrassing incident on the freeway.

"Somebody's been keeping up with history, I see." Though it's always possible that there was some other him wandering around. 'Alts', was it?

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"Our Warlord likes us to have any data we might need," says Apoleia, absently rubbing at his shoulder where the black paint is a little thin and letting the silver show through in some lights.

"That would be Blackout," adds Requiem quietly as he studies the older mech.

[namesnotprowl]

The tires on his pauldrons rotate idly. He's studying Apoleia and Requiem in return, assessing.

"Things must be different here. The last I had seen, Blackout was offline." Though he wouldn't mind seeing one of his old comrades again.

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"Yeah, in other realities Blackout went under. Ours didn't." Requiem sends a private report to his creator as to why they're a little delayed with her drink. "She came here instead."