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[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?

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I haven't seen him in person yet, but that's what I hear. [he pauses at being asked about the ex thing because like most things it's intensely complicated.] ...I'm not ever going to disavow my people, but--[well, he's aware (according to Miko) that the grey Starscream defected]--I'm pretty sure I'm the only one of us four whose factions aren't at war anymore. So far. You could call me the diplomat, if you really want to distinguish us.

[and then he blinks at the video. Because...damn.] You're not like any mech I've ever seen.

I've heard. Other robots fighting each other. A war. I don't understand it, but yes, I've heard of it. [A pause, and he nods. 'Diplomat' he understands, surprisingly enough.] Like an ambassador. I can do that.

[And then he makes a face, sort of, drawing himself back.]

Because I'm not like anyone else. Most likely.

I'm not a historian, or a sociopolitical analyst, or anything, I can't give you the rundown in any kind of objective way, about what happened. [though he could probably give a biased and firsthand account full of angry emotional distortions. He's good at those.] But I could try to explain it to you, one of these days.

What, you're one of a kind? How does that work?

I won't ask you to, if it's not in your capabilities. [There isn't anything judgmental in his tone, just a simple statement.] But... if you want to, I am a little curious.

[More than a little.]

I'm the only... the only stealth prototype. There is... the one they built, using my design.

But there is no one else like me.

[No one else in his situation.]

It's probably going to go a bit different from universe to universe, too. [there, that's covered his aft.]

Who's "they"?

Why is that?

Human beings. The engineers working for the police commissioner.

Well, you know. One event happening slightly differently can change the course of an entire battle--key battles determine the war's shape, how desperate both sides are. I'm not a historian, but I know tactics.

[dubious] Humans built you. [look, he doesn't want to sound racist, but...] You, uh. You speak pretty well, for that kind of heritage.

I don't know anything of war. I've never experienced any. We don't fight each other.

[Or, at least, as far as he knows, they don't. He tilts his head.]

Why wouldn't I?

Not in your protocols, I suppose? The humans keep you in line, like they do their cars and planes? [this isn't meant to be bitchy, not even for him--he can't fathom actual artificial intelligence as built by humans, sparkless, and not trying to vie for freedom from even hypothetical enslavement.]

Where I'm from, humanity's know-how is limited to hideous torture of pre-existing Cybertronians, not creating sentient beings.

There are only eight of us in Japan. [Which he'd only recently been told, but still.] And they were made to uphold the law. As... police officers. What purpose would there be, in fighting one another?

[Even he hadn't lashed out against the other BP models. The humans... they were another story.]

I have no protocol preventing me from committing a crime against humans. Only laws.

[And he was totally prepared to kill that girl, too, if he had to.]

Then it's different, where I come from.

If some of you wanted freedom. I'm just guessing you weren't asked if you were pleased to be created to do what you do.

[a hesitation.]

Yes, it is different. I shouldn't assume. Sorry.

[He falls silent. And glances away -- which is probably telling enough on its own.]

I can't speak for the others. But no. I wasn't asked... if I wanted to live as I was told to.

[At the apology he nods.]

You weren't aware. And now you are.

Oh, look. You've summed up our war without knowing a thing about it. [this softly.]

I'm always open to learning about other cultures. [well, maybe not always.]

Drift... he said something similar.

[He tilts his head.]

I may not be the one to ask. I... don't know as much as the others. [Apparently.]

Drift is what we call a troubled mech. ...But who isn't, really.

Why not?

He is? He seems... fine to me.

Because this is the first time I've been out in the world. Any world.

Trust me. He's not popular in some circles.

...Hm. What do you think of it?

He's been good to me.

... It's lonely.

I'm sure he has. Nobody's that nice unless they're making up for something.

Because your friends aren't here?

Making up for something?

...

I don't have friends.

Not my place to gossip about what I know about his history.

Why not?

Weren't you doing just that?

... I was created in an isolated facility. That was where I stayed. I'd never left, until recently.

Trying to give you a little heads up to ask him yourself and deliberately planting doubt about his motives are two different things.

Well, at least it's not because nobody likes you.

That you want me to ask him about his past at all indicates you think there is something to doubt.

... It may be true, too.

Every saint has a past. Don't be naive.

Well, I wouldn't be too hard on yourself. You seem pretty average level annoying right now.