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[The broadcast starts out playful enough, from the inside of Blurr's cab as he is driving home through the junkyard. The view looks backward, where some distance away a second object is trying to keep up.]

Hm? Someone thinks they can outrun me in a race? [Blurr sounds amused; he hasn’t had a proper race in some time.] All you_{had to do}was ask! Who is this?

[Except the object has disappeared.]

...not a race, Blurr...

[The voice sounds like Skids's voice, but not. Whatever it is, it causes Blurr to slow down for a moment in recognition.]

Ski--

[He's cut off as something slams into the side of his cab. The camera goes wild for a moment as first Blurr is bowled over and then starts to transform, metal scraping over metal while oddly alien noises howl and screech in the background. There's a brief flash of something blue and Skids-shaped, but there's also tentacles lashing and a sudden jolt in vision as Blurr starts to leaps out of the way and is snagged.]

Skids, whatareyou--!?

[Then, the video goes to static.]

[A moment later, it returns, some distance away from where it last cut out. The Skids-creature can be seen far off, and moving further away on some other quest.]

[The camera holds on this for a moment, before it is shakily swung around and the video goes black again. The sound is still on and Blurr’s shaky voice can be heard. The last time he asked for help using the comm. link Starscream tried to take advantage and kill him. Blurr’s not so inclined to ask for help right now, besides, there’s more pressing issues that need to be taken care off first.]

I r-require everyone’s attention. Something happened to Skids. I think he is..I…I’m not sure. He looked like that a creature he described to me once, a spark eater.

He’s dangerous.

[And that’s all he’s going to say for now, talking would be easier if the world stopped spinning]

[Locked to Saber/ video]

[The video goes on, this time to reveal the face of a human male with bright blue eyes, despite that the transmission clearly claims to still originate from Blurr.]

I think.

I think I'm going to need some help.

[ooc: All of Blurr's replies will come an hour later once he's at Vector's, fully dressed. Feel free to visit him :3]

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A spark-eater? Here?

What did it do to Skids?

Yes.

Nothing. The spark eater....he is Skids.

He is?

No. No. I've seen the sparkeater. It looked...no.

It changed in front of my optics and tried to eat me, Drift.

It.

Skids isn't an 'it'.

Besides, I'm talking to Skids on another frequency. Sparkeaters can't text.

But I saw him...he tried to...[Well, eat his spark. It's not something Blurr wants to remember but it will be some time since he forgets about it.]

You don't trust me. [He tries to mask it but he still soudns rather hurt about this. He's a nervous wreck at the moment.]

It's not a matter of trust, Blurr. But, well, you've been under a lot of stress lately.

[That whole quitting thee police force forever thing?]

Maybe you should talk to Rung.

Right.

[You are not making him feel any better, Drift.]

I already do.

Oh.

Uh.

[Ooops?]

How about Wing? He's, uh, good to talk to, too. [And clearly Drift is not, being a katamari of awkwards.]

...

[All the awkward. It takes Blurr a few minutes to reply.]

I think I should go.

Nothing to worry about.

Just need some help.

Where are you?

[This is in no way a trap. Primus, but he's hungry. Its hard to concentrate with your processor eroding.]

Help? Are you injured? Should I bring a medic?

I'm, uh, I'm by Vector's temple. I can meet you, if you can't move.

[He's brought bigger mechs to Solus's, after all.]

[Bring a medic? Two at once? This is his lucky day.]

Yes.

Bring someone.

Everything hurts.

[At least that last part was true. For the rest, he'll be lying in wait--enjoy these coordinates.]

I'll try to find someone.

[He's not sure. Someone has to be available.]

Just...hang in there.

Did it get you bad? [Are your, uh, parts still there? You haven't barfed up your sparkchamber yet, have you?]

Please.

Hurry.

[He needs something soon. He needs it. Maybe then he can think.]

Yes. Very bad. I can't think

[He hadn't meant to type that last part, that's how much he can't think.]

I'm just...I'm just going to swing by and grab a medic.

[Because Skids sounds pretty bad.]

I know. Believe me. I know how bad it can hurt. Hang in there.

I will wait.

[He will. He can be patient. He...he can be. And if not, then he will head towards some of the new delicious scents? he is smelling.]

For you.

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