[Video | Transmission from: Liege’s Quadrant]

[raceme]

[The video fizzes in like someone abruptly turned on their HUD visual screen. Blurr can be seen leaning against a wall, his left arm missing. Oh well he has the arm, it's just not attached to his body anymore. Which is a problem.

He’s been pushing his speed abilities fighting the monsters and his energy is mostly drained. Losing an arm to Prime Starscream was the icing on the cake and he feels like he’s just a few Nanoclicks from going offline.]

Ah…I might require some assistance are…the medics still in Solus’s Temple?

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AUDIO;

[engrishdetective]

[He pushes his voice to be audible, but Gunmax sounds fairly exhausted himself.]

Damn idiot -- what'd you do?

[audio]

[automobile_enthusiast]

Ooh. Ooh, that looks nasty. Are you sure you can even make it to the temple?

[organ_pharming]

[Oh, hello. You just happen to be in his quadrant.]

Missing limbs are turning into quite an epidemic around here, aren't they?

[Video]

[invisiblepinkboat]

[There's a crunch as Elita kicks something, stepping away from whatever creature that's not exactly visible from this angle.]

Where are you, and what's the situation?

[Not very... polite, perhaps, but this is now work, and in work she's certainly doesn't go for "elaborate pleasantries". Facts, necessities. Especially as she doesn't have a useful altmode and may take a bit to get to Blurr's particular location, nevermind Liege's Quadrant.]

[action]

[sparkless]

[An autobot intelligence agent all alone and wounded? It must be his lucky day.]

Looks like you've been disarmed.

[He lands heavily behind the blue bot, grinning like a cat.]

[Video]

[youhavebeenswindled]

My my, you do look like you could use a hand, don't you?

[No he's not here to help, though he'd be almost tempted to if you weren't such an obnoxiously rude little thing.]

[winged_knight]

[Wing's been occupied with a particularly tenacious pack of Sharkticons over Nexus's Quadrant so he doesn't catch this transmission right away. When he does, he's more than mildly alarmed.]

Blurr, what's your status? I can come get you if you give me coordinates or general landmarks. ...Blurr!?

[Video]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...

[Wheeljack leaves you alone for five minutes and you go and get your arm torn off. That's reassuring.]

Kid, what's your location.

[Voice]

[docbot]

Blurr, get your shiny blue aft over here quick-sharp so I can fit that arm back onto you, or Primus help me, I will come over there and you will not enjoy what I do to you.

[ Apparently when Ratchet's tired and angry, he starts speaking in run-on sentences too. Who knew? ]

[my_own_trope]

[!!!!! WELP. THERE GOES HIS COVER STORY OF HAVING A SPARK OF GOLD. Wow. He could really do with some murder right now. Namely: You.]