re_alignment | [Video/voice post]

[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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... Then what's wrong?

I can't feel my spark. All Cybertronian have it, ^{I can't explain exactly} how it feels to have one. It's like our soul, our live force. The essence of our creators inside of us...

...And now it's gone.

How can it be gone, if you're still... you?

I don't now, I can't really explain it.

Itsjustnothere.

But if you're still you, then it must be.

My body is different that's why. I can't see my spark, I can tell it's not there.

But your memories.

Aren't they still with you?

Yes of course.[A brief smile.] That didn't change.

Where you worried about that?

Then it must be there. Somewhere. If your memories haven't changed, then you haven't changed, either.

Memories make you who you are.

[And therefore, he thinks, memories must be like sparks.]

[... he tried.]

[He gets a shiny gold start. He did try really hard.]

That's true but there's more to people than just memories. At least to my people. Our sparks are what links us to our creator,_{what humans might call a soul}, but it's much more than that.

Losing it is as bad as losing my memories. It feels like being empty inside.