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[raceme]

[Blurr will try to keep this short and simple. He made up his mind after talking with McCrane. If he can’t be the mech they need then he shouldn’t be on the way of a more suitable person for the job. Someone, as others pointed out to him, bigger, stronger, and easier to understand.]

This is my formal notification that I am resigning from my position as head of the Police Force. From now all your possible requests and needs will be attended by Ultra Magnus and McCrane.

I have decided that his is the best course of action for everyone and I wish you much success in the future.

[/end of Public message.]

[Locked to Cliffjumper.]

The monsters are gone, we have a trip to make I believe?

[/locked.]

Comments

(｀∇´) ♥

[raceme]

[Good~]

I would be pretty concerned if he were as serious.

You know, every time you mention one of those Autobots it makes me wonder how's that of them sound worse than any Decepticon from our homeworlds.

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[cliffjumper]

Ya never know with them... or him, either, for that case.

[Cliffjumper grimaces, and then his expression darkens pretty spectacularly.]

At least as bad, if not worse. Know I heard somethin' 'bout the first space bridge... [He shakes his helm again, scowling.]

But either way, when I first got there? They were havin' an execution as entertainment, sham trial and all. Smeltin' pit.

[Another grimace, and his optics darkens slightly.]

Not like the Decepticons from my original reality didn't use smeltin' pits or nothin', but not as entertainment. And the Ratchet... is crazy. [But very few in there doesn't seem to be] He changes crap just 'cause it makes people more "interstin'"!

[raceme]

[If Blurr's reply were video he would see him getting a concerned expression as well.]

I'm almost scared to ask what happened with the first space bridge.

Good Primus.

Ah, yes I know about him. Way too well. [Soundwave's memory and all the pain that came with it is still very fresh in his processor.]

[cliffjumper]

[Cliffjumper drags a hand down his faceplates and grimaces.]

Blaster didn't say much, but uh... somethin' 'bout the inventor bein' part of his invention.

[Yes, that's as horrible as it sounds.]

Yeah. Pretty much.

[With a grimace, Cliffjumper glanced at Blurr, because how could he know? The mech wasn't here, and that was good, but that didn't make sense...]

How? He ain't here, for which we can be fraggin' thankful.

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[raceme]

Ah.. [He got it now. He wishes he didn't.]

No he's not here but a few months ago, when Trion lost some of his book's pages and most of us acted weird, Soundwave and I had...an encounter.

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[cliffjumper]

[Ending up grimacing for both those points, Cliffjumper huffs.]

Well, that certainly explains it... Right. How 'bout we go get ready for our little excursion?

[The grin is slightly forced, but he does mean it; a distraction from these unpleasant topics might be just as well and what was needed, and it might keep Blurr's thoughts off the other reason he'd made the rest of the message.

Cliffjumper just thought it'd be better not to focus on that and instead on what Blurr had asked him about.]

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[raceme]

[He's sorry for asking, Cliff.]

Sounds like a great thing to go. I'll see you in a few.

[He needs distractions, that for sure. He's been thinking too much.]