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[To organics - or, well, anyone who doesn't speak Cybertronian - the audio is filled with what sounds like garbled, shrill electronics noise, doubled back on itself in feedback several times over. To those who do speak Cybertronian . . . have a lot of harsh cursing. No . . . really harsh cursing, stuff that would make Unicron blush. That tends to happen when you've pissed of a Decepticon, or scared the ever-living slag out of him, or he's in a lot of pain. Especially if he's all three at once. Oh . . . and there's the occasional noise of rifle fire.]

[And one more curse for good measure when said startled/pained/pissed-off Decepticon realizing he's broadcasting all of this! The audio feed cuts off.]

[About an hour later, a video feed starts. Thundercracker seems to have gotten really really cosy with a wall. As in, the lower half of his left leg, his left rifle, and the tip of his left wing are embedded in it. There are several rifle shots scoring the walls, though none come quite close enough to attempt to shoot himself free - with his wing and rifle (and therefore, arm) immobilized the way they are, he just can't quite shift his other shoulder/arm enough to get the right angle. He'll switch to English. His tone is angry and frustrated, stressed with pain.]

All right, all right, I give!

Starscream . . . or . . . frag, anyone . . . some demolitions help would be great right about now.

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[He starts to respond to the first half of that comment, but the second catches him off-guard.]

Yes. And you are?

Look, if you think you can fix this, then talk!

[Sorry . . . yeah, he's a Decepticon, but he's not usually one of the "in your face" types. He's just REALLY cranky right now.]

I am Agent Blurr member of the Elite Guard an intelligence gathering body that exists within the Autobot fraction AND the first and last time I've met the Thundercracker from my world we were in the same situation and he also tried to kill me. [So yeah, he got this shit but you better be polite.]

Have YOU considered ^{the possibility} of using concentrated sonic pulses _{AT ALTERNATING} frequencies to reconnect what is binding you?

[He just . . . stares for a moment, replaying all that a few times trying to slow it down to make it into something a little more intelligible.]

Ah . . . Blurr, right.

[He's going to just ignore the "your other self tried to kill me" bit. He shakes his head at the suggestion, looking around the room.]

No . . . trying to rattle my way free would probably just bring the ceiling down on my head. [And he gets claustrophobic enough as it is.]

[Blurr knows that not all the Decepticons are as insane as the ones he knew and he is trying to keep things peaceful.]

Sigh..FINE I can come over and try to get you out of there using my chainsaw but ^{care to tell me} how did this happen?

[Pit, you're going to give him a headache. At least until he gets used to the speed. No wonder your designation is "Blurr".]

I'm not entirely sure. I know it was teleportation. Feels exactly like when my wingmate Skywarp's 'ported me places. Only . . . he's not here. No one was by me-? [He pauses at a comment from another comm-line.] Hmn . . . hang on. [He concentrates on the other line for a moment, and then...]

[Well, because he was thinking about it . . . he does it. His optics brighten and there's the beginning of a yelp an instant before he disappears with a loud VOP! noise, reappearing in the middle of the room . . . literally. He's several feet off the ground and finishes that yelp as he falls, unable to catch himself and landing gracelessly on his aft.]

. . . ow.

[It's not Blurr's fault that all of your processors are slow.]

And it happened out of the blue?

[...!]

WOAH!

[The blue Seeker climbs back to his feet, now additionally fragged off that he's just embarrassed himself in front of Starscream and at least two strangers. He does his best to strangle that down, since he's not actually angry at the people he's talking to and doesn't want to needlessly alienate them right now. His tone is wry, with an edge of acidic sarcasm.]

You're telling me. And to answer your question, yes. Unless . . .

[And as it's occurred to him in his conversation with Jetfire, he'll ask Blurr too.]

Is it normal to arrive here and find yourself . . . altered in some way? Is it because I got yanked through that Lambda thing?

[Blurr is not snickering, honestly. That's a fidget of your imagination.]

No Is not normal but THEN AGAIN Monsters aren't normal and they show up from time to time Let's say strange things happen sometimes ^{YOU could learn} to control that new power.

[Okay, he has to say something, at least once.]

For Pit's sake, would you slow down?

[Whether you do or not, he's gotten the complaint out of his system. He huffs, letting it go, and shakes his head.]

Strange things. Great. Well, I suppose I . . . could attempt it. Need to at least learn to control it enough to not do it if I'm not meaning to.

[Blurr frowns. He's used to being asked that but it doesn't make it any better.] Why don't YOU listen faster?

[Blurr might try.]

Looks like strange things are happening MORE often all of sudden per-haps we should ask the FirstForged.

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[Video] LOL that's /right/ huh? XD I'd forgotten that. Also EEeeeeeeeeeeeeeBlurr! <3

[Video] YEAH XD And ah, glad you are happy to see him :3

[Video] Don't mind Mr. Grumpyjets here - I ADORE TFA Blurr! <3

[Video] That's fine I know ic =/= ooc. I like Thundercracker a lot too o/

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