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[raceme]

[Blurr is sitting in front of a door and those familiar with the structure will be able to tell he’s in Liege Maximo’s Temple. He a scratched all over but still has all his limbs, the only thing missing is the Elite Guard badge on his chest but that’s Swindle’s fault. The door behind him has the letters [C.A.U.T.I.O.N.] written in it under a drawing of the Elite Guard symbol. It also seems to have seven millions of locks and then more. Blurr finally speaks, sounding a tired but serious.]

686 Ebullient Prism is under the Elite Guard custody now. [Don’t mind the fact that Blurr’s the only Elite Guard agent in the whole planet.] His psychopathic tentacle pet monsters was intercepted as well you all can thank Starscream for that. I ran away in the end though.

I know that many of you would like to have a few minutes alone with Prism but I’ll give you three reasons why that’s a bad idea:

The ^first one: if you try to override my locks and get inside this room that will make me be a very unhappy mech. [And no one wants that, Blurr would make sad puppy eyes at you. And then put a pair of stasis cuffs in your persona too.]

The ^second one: not just because someone deserves to die that gives you the right to kill them. [Blurr even delivers the line at normal speed, he wants to make sure everyone gets it.]

And LAST BUT NOT LEAST no one is allowed to kill him or torture him, Barricade and Starscream I am looking at you two, because we need Prism alive to make sure he deactivates the explosive he put inside the mechs he attacked.

Wheeljack in case you are looking for one of the bombs you made that's now missing...Prism has it. INSIDE HIM.

[Is that true, is that a ruse...it's actually hard to tell because Blurr's face is blank of emotion. Blurr is silent for a few seconds after that, letting the information sink in. At this point the camera swings over to reveal that Starscream is actually standing nearby, with a couple dings and scrapes up and down his frame and wings, adjusting his shoulder-mounted weapons uneasily--his optics widen a little at that last sentence and he shoots a look over, but doesn't say anything--yet.]

Thank you for your time and take care.

[and now Starscream butts in with an engaging, appreciative smile--first at Blurr and then at anyone who might be watching] I'm happy to report nobody was hurt badly and there was no major property damage, and that Blurr and I--Starscream, of course, your humble helper--were overjoyed to assist in making you all lead safer, more stable lives. [Torture references or no torture references. He adds] If anyone has further problems, don't hesitate to contact me about them.

[Not exactly locked to Barricade and Ratchet but this is only interesting to medics.]

We have one tentacle intact from that machine Prism was controlling ANY of you want to give it a look and figure out how it works and if that can help us to fix Soundwave and the others?

Comments

permavoice

[automobile_enthusiast]

I have to admit, I don't know whether to be relieved or disappointed that the trail's still cold.

Regardless, thank you.

[ex_dishonestly997]

Believe me, you'll be the first to know if I hear anything. [a pause. This probably isn't appropriate, rn but he is all about bad timing.]

He spoke really highly of you.

[1/3]

[automobile_enthusiast]

...

[2/3]

[automobile_enthusiast]

[good thing thing this is an audio transmission on KO's end, because this pause is just silence and totally not him trying to compose himself after than, nope.]

[3/3]

[automobile_enthusiast]

[self-composition: achieved. he manages a light--if thin-- laugh.]

I should hope so. I was his better half.

[ex_dishonestly997]

Aahhh. You two--okay. That does make sense. [he notices the 'was', but he doesn't say anything about it. He's already potentially made this hard enough for Knock Out.]

Look, in the meantime, is there anything else I can do for you?

[automobile_enthusiast]

Mm, not particularly, although I do appreciate the concern~. In fact, it seems that there's something I can do for you. I'm a doctor, and Blurr seems to think you need to be looked over.

[ex_dishonestly997]

Oh. [oh yeah. His scratched up, dented poor beautiful wings. He's had worse. Way way worse. But that doesn't mean he's not worried about them they're like the finest thing about him.]

If you have a spare breem. It feels superficial, and I know you medics have been overworked and undercompensated. [aww how charming]

[automobile_enthusiast]

Aren't we always? [He heaves a dramatic sigh.] But I think I can find the time, don't worry~.

[ex_dishonestly997]

I appreciate it, doc.

[ooc; Do you want to action spam, or log, or handwave? :33]

[automobile_enthusiast]

Ping me some coordinates and I'll be on my way~.


[[I'm up for actionspam if you are!]]

action

[ex_dishonestly997]

[sending him the appropriate coordinates, forgoing his room in Liege's temple with the knowledge that Knock Out is a grounder (not like he thinks grounders are scared of heights, just in the interests of offering something for KO going out of his way) for one of the ground level meeting rooms, something casual and friendly.

If Decepticons ever did friendly.]

action

[automobile_enthusiast]

[If there was ever a Decepticon receptive to 'friendly', it's this one. It takes him a bit to get to Liege's temple-- the way is familiar after his many trips to consult with Pharma, but it's still a bit of a drive from Solus' temple.

But he arrives eventually, a smallish Decepticon with a somewhat neglected red paintjob. The left side of his face is still badly scraped up, but he doesn't let it give him pause as he walks into the meeting room with a showy little flourish.]

Starscream, I presume~?

action

[ex_dishonestly997]

[he was sitting, but he got up when he saw Knock Out enter, his optics brightening with a keen interest at the damage. Fortunately he didn't immediately ask what had happened--more than just the brief klik's glance told him it hadn't happened just now.]

Doctor Knock Out. [thoughtfully] It's a pleasure. That's an Earth altmode, isn't it?

action

[automobile_enthusiast]

Mm, that's right~. [Knock Out rolled his shoulders and stood up just a bit taller, a bit straighter-- braced and waiting for the 'but you're a Decepticon and a car?' nonsense that seemed to plague him even here. It wasn't quite challenge in his posture or expression, but it was pretty close. Wanna make something of his Earth altmode, Screamer?] And yours isn't. Is that Cybertronian, or just local camouflage for somewhere other than Earth?

action

[ex_dishonestly997]

[whatever mild animosity there had been at the start of the war between fliers and not, Starscream was older and wiser now. But it still needed addressing, if only to remove that element of potential prejudicial tension.] I did air support for Constructicons during the early days of the Earth campaign. They had bearings.

[and hopefully that's enough to let him know without making a huge issue out of it, before he nods to the question] Cybertronian, that's right. We just recently ended the war in my universe. [and lost. But whatever.]

action

[automobile_enthusiast]

[Oh, it's enough. In fact, it makes Knock Out blink with surprise, and then grin.] Most of us do.

[That made him whistle softly in surprise.] Really? How'd you manage that? [Knock Out's starting to think the war's going to be eternal where he comes from.]

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[ex_dishonestly997]

It certainly looks like it. Do you mind if I ask what happened? [and his optics flick unmistakably to the battle damage down Knock Out's face. He steps a little closer and spreads his wings for Knock Out's appraisal while he contemplates exactly how honest to be about his answer re: the war.

It's not that he wants to lie, it's just that this is terrible for morale.]

The Decepticons lost. The Autobots rounded us all up and made us live in the barrel of a gun, put inhibitor chips in our heads to execute us if we stepped out of line. [he sounds weirdly calm about this, though. Possibly because he's already working his way into a more favorable position--or he was.] I don't recommend that tactic, by the way. Losing, I mean.

action

[automobile_enthusiast]

[KO touched the abraded plating of his face, wincing a little even though it had stopped hurting quite some time ago. He bluffed through the disfigurement as much as he could, but he didn't like remembering it was there. Still, he forced a smile and a casual shrug.] I had a couple of close encounters with a subway sweeper train under one of the humans' cities. Haven't had a chance to put myself right since, I'm afraid~.

[He paces around behind Starscream to take a look at is spread wings-- and he's glad he's back there, because it means the other mech doesn't have to see his grimace of dismay.]

That sounds... wholly unpleasant all around, I must say.