He hadn't really expected her to want the fur, but didn't question it either. Organic species had different needs, after all, even if he wasn't one for trophies of any sort. His survival was the only testament he needed to his skill.
Barricade was looking upwards, waiting for her to take off again, so it was a moment before he realized what was taking so long. Without his more advanced scanners, he couldn't penetrate past the sand or figure out what she was standing on, except that it wasn't dirt or rock. Without a word he transformed, feet sinking into the sand under his heavy weight until they hit that solid surface. It wasn't down too deep, so Barricade gave it a stomp, the telltale clang of metal-on-metal echoing across the desert.
It disrupted enough of the sand that it began to form cracks, loose dirt pouring through thin openings. Seams, more than likely, but to what?
"Sounds hollow under there," he said, looking to the left and right of them. It was too big for him to guess what it was, be it building, ship, or something else entirely. "I think that pelt of yours might be good luck."
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Barricade was looking upwards, waiting for her to take off again, so it was a moment before he realized what was taking so long. Without his more advanced scanners, he couldn't penetrate past the sand or figure out what she was standing on, except that it wasn't dirt or rock. Without a word he transformed, feet sinking into the sand under his heavy weight until they hit that solid surface. It wasn't down too deep, so Barricade gave it a stomp, the telltale clang of metal-on-metal echoing across the desert.
It disrupted enough of the sand that it began to form cracks, loose dirt pouring through thin openings. Seams, more than likely, but to what?
"Sounds hollow under there," he said, looking to the left and right of them. It was too big for him to guess what it was, be it building, ship, or something else entirely. "I think that pelt of yours might be good luck."