[Video/voice post]

[raceme]

[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]

Comments

[Voice]

[dinnerdate]

Sure.

[He doesn't believe any of this.]

[Voice> Video]

[raceme]

[Burr can tell.

Fine, he switches to video. Hsi voice is the same, his looks...not so much, even if the brights blue eyes are similar.] I don't lie, dead End.

Video]

[dinnerdate]

[That really doesn't help.]

Who are you supposed to be?

[raceme]

It's me, Blurr.

[And now that he thinks about it.]...The Police Force and you need to have a chat about what happened with Cliffjumper and you recent _confe^sion.

[dinnerdate]

Blurr isn't human.

...And no, they don't. We don't.

[Not happening.]

[raceme]

And Skids isn't usually a spark _{eater. I don't know why I changed} but I assure you it's me.

If you don't believe me, ask me something only m...Blurr is supposed to know.

Dead End, I'm trying to keep things civil here.

[Oh yes, happening. One way or the other.]

[dinnerdate]

I barely talk to Blurr, I don't have anything to ask you.



No.

[raceme]

In that case it doesn't really matter if I am or not him.

I hope you are aware that refusing to cooperate with the local authorities will only make thinks worse.

[dinnerdate]

Things are always worse.

[raceme]

Only if you make them more difficult than they should be.

I will talk to the rest of the Police Force and the Law Committee about your situation and the past incident with Cliffjumper. They will decide the best way to address this issue.

[dinnerdate]

I'd rather just be left alone.

[raceme]

You will once we deal with the issue. Meanwhile, try not to get in more trouble.

[dinnerdate]

There's nothing to deal with.

[raceme]

Yes, there is.

You can't avoid the issue forever, Dead End.

[dinnerdate]

There isn't anything to deal with and I'm not talking to the police force.

[raceme]

Refusing to cooperate will only make things more complicated. But it's up to you.

[dinnerdate]

I don't take being locked up well.

[And he doesn't trust the police force not to do it.]

[raceme]

I never said you were going to be locked up.

[dinnerdate]

I know your type, it's what you do with bots like me. I don't trust you and I fragging don't trust the force.

[raceme]

It's not about 'bots like you', the law judges your actions.

Anyway, the Law Committee will take a decision. See you until then, Dead End.

[And he cuts the transmission.]