Oh this can’t be happenni…

[CLANK!]

Ah. Frag. I think I hit the ceiling. Bulk, sorry..ah, could you not move like that? We could try to shift positions or... [There’s a screeching sound, similar to fingernails on chalkboard.Or the tip of a headspike scrapping against a ceiling, pick your choice. Blurr’s yelps and curses under this breath.] AahhhhnononoNotdoingthatagain..ouchouchmyspikeouchprimusthathurt.…

Of all the fraggin' times for this ta happen. Lucky I can move at all. Told ya this wasn't a good idea.

[It's not too long before there's a crash too, and the sounds of what sound like supplies and shelves hitting the floor.]

...my bad. [There's ominous creaking sounds too. That poor supply room just wasn't made for this.] Blurr, yer smaller than me, think you can ta get out?

Not your fault. We will have to fix it later and apologize to the humans for the..eh..mess. Maybe if I put my legs around your waist again, I think I’m flexible enough to do that.

[Do you want know what happens when human sized people are in a human sized room, like those near the pantry, and then they turn back to their regular tall robot forms? They get stuck. Not like Blurr was all that tall or big, but Bulkhead is definitely  bigger than him.]

[Blurr will try to keep this short and simple. He made up his mind after talking with McCrane. If he can’t be the mech they need then he shouldn’t be on the way of a more suitable person for the job. Someone, as others pointed out to him, bigger, stronger, and easier to understand.]

This is my formal notification that I am resigning from my position as head of the Police Force. From now all your possible requests and needs will be attended by Ultra Magnus and McCrane.

I have decided that his is the best course of action for everyone and I wish you much success in the future.

[/end of Public message.]

[Locked to Cliffjumper.]

The monsters are gone, we have a trip to make I believe?

[/locked.]

[Blurr looks like he has seen better days, he's scratched up and there's a trail of energon oozing from his forehead down the side of his face as well as other minor wounds coloring his frame. Behind him there's one of the centipedes, half crushed half stabbed under a giant a giant icicle.

That's not important, not to Blurr at least. He's sitting on the ground, holding a frantic Turbofox as Frank squirms and yips in a really high pitched way. One of his hind legs got splattered by the monster's acid.]

I require assistance. Fast, please. I can't hold him still and get him to the medbay all by myself.

[He sends the coordinates, looking down at his pet with a worried expression. It's late and he is clearly not expecting anybody to answer quickly and that's why he's so anxious.]

[Text | Open]

I fear I already know the answer to this question, but still I’m compelled to ask it. Is there anyone here who knows Ultra Magnus or Nathaniel Renko’s current location? Whether you’re willing to share their location is only secondary to determining whether their location is known.

Please if you have information of his whereabouts inform me or any other member of the Police Force. Any sort of help will be appreciated.

[/text]

[Locked to Liege / others FirstForged.]

Sir Leige, could I have a word with you, please? Drift suggested the idea of making a race track, I wanted to know if we can build it in your quadrant.

[/locked]

[Video | Locked to Wheeljack | unhackable]

Wheelajck do you have a moment? [Blurr smiles sheepishly, fidgeting a little bit.] In a few days I’ll be leaving with Cliffjumper to ^explore the planet. There’s a lot of territory that needs to be investigated.

Do you…do you want to meet up _{if you aren’t busy of course} so I can say a proper goodbye? There will be no hoses involved this time, I promise.

[The video starts on the medbay with Blurr half lying half sitting on a berth, looking fairly confused. When he speaks he still sounds tired but he tries to smile for a brief moment.]

Greetings, everyone.

I’m finally awake, sorry if I worried anyone. Could someone tell me what is going on?

[To explain Blurr’s confused face, there happens to be a group of small glowing bugs perched on the spike of his head, like birds lined up on a power line. Some bugs are also on the top of his pointy shoulders and a really small one is lazily sitting on his chest.

On the background, Blurr’s turbofox is chasing the glowing bugs around the medbay and making a mess of things.]

[It starts with Blurr in a graveyard, one that he made himself after Ultra Magnus' suggested that they needed a place like that.

He doesn't even know for sure how much time has passed here, working on the tombs, trying to organize everything. But he is tired and his side keeps hurting since his fight with Ironfist. He can barely talk at his normal speed, much less move as fast as he's used to, and he can't help but put a hand on one of the tombs to stabilize himself before talking.]

I... it's done. Most of it. The graveyard, I mean- it’s... in Alpha Trion's quadrant... n-not close to the lake, but it can be seen from there if you look to the west.

I tried to... bury them all. The ones I could find... at least... but I know that others are still all around the planet or with P...e... Perceptor. So please, if you find the corpses... we should bury them... it’s just..the right thing to do... and-

[Blurr suddenly lets go, letting out a sharp cry of pain, and doubles over, clutching his side. The link goes black.]

[ooc: Blurr’s passed out and he will be unconscious for at least 4 days. Working too much is bad for your health, guys. He can’t reply to the post but feel free to action spam if you want to go help him and drag him to the medbay. He will be mostly unresponsive, Blurr really could use a doctor right now.]

I know that some of your are more than a little worried about our last newcomer, Tarn. I am also aware that those concerns are more than justified.

If you think you need some protection or that you might be in danger, feel free to contact me directly or any member of the Police Force. We will take care of the issue and protect you to the best of our abilities. And no, it doesn't matter what faction you are, were, or may decide to be in the possible future.

That said, I'm trying to use the stassis cuff technology from my world to build a stasis container. Jetfire, Perceptor, or anybody who's used to engineering, could you help me with that? Any help would be appreciated.

No…wait..stay put…I…shh…down boy, boy..I’m trying to…right..Frank…stop…there…STAY THERE…good boy…good…

[Blurr is at first talking to someone off camera but he quickly turns to face the screen.]

* Eh-hem*

The Lambda's activity increased la lately and I WANTED to welcome all the new arrivals and let them know that the Police Force's main headquarters is located in _{Prima's Quadrant} If you require any sort of assistance or you have any problems don't hesitate to contact us W-E have a secondary station in Megatronus's quadrant that one’s still under construction...[McCrane didn't have time to finish it and then he got killed, Blurr looks saddened for a brief moment.] Tomorrow night there will be a fireworks ceremony in memorial of those who died...

[Suddenly something silver and very fast moves in front of the screen and on Blurr’s lap, waving his tails excitedly and knocking him backwards.]

…iiiiiIIIIIIiiIEEEeeeeeHHhhhhheeee…F-Frank..down boy..down..I have no more energon goodies for you ..I…I said down…oh scrap.

[Blurr sits up and now he has a very excited silver creature with fox-like characteristics in his arms. He’s trying to hold it down so he can finish his transmission.]

I found this fella when I was heading to the badlands yesterday  let’s not talk about that....he doesn’t have a glyph but the acolytes say he’s probably not going to cause any trouble...he’s easily excitable though..and I still need to get him a collar SO if you see Frank running around please don’t shoot him.

And one last thing…Does anybody know how humans really reproduce? Starscream mentioned that one stings the other with something but all sounded really weird and I’m curious now.

[Blurr is in the Police Headquarters, a data pad in his hands and a sour expression on his face. He was gone all the weekend exploring with Jetfire, Wing and Starscream, and he was not expecting such bad news when he came back.

So many lives lost to bring down Overlord. So many of his friends and…Wheeljack. Blurr’s frowning increases and he stares at the table in front of him for a nanocklic. A few seconds later said table is flying across the room and out of the window.

He feels a bit better after that kick, but it’s a small relief. He’s so angry with himself, with everything, that he’s trembling. After a few seconds Blurr notices that he was recording and he quickly turns off the video function.]

[>Text! Open]

I know the customs in my Cybertron but none of them were form my universe.

How do you honor a fallen warrior in your world?


[Text |Locked to Ultra Magnus.]

Ultra Magnus, a word with you if you please.

[/locked]

[Look who's on the comm link, your resident secret agent that left for the badlands searching for Ratchet and forgot to warn everyone. Silly clueless bot, he has no idea about what has been going on.

He's in one piece, but looking rather sad]

I didn't find Ratchet _{I think the doctor is really gone} but Cliffjumper is fine.

[And that's all he says before he cuts the transmission.]

Greetings everyone and specially those who just arrived.

First, I would like to remind you that the election process to choose the members of the law committee is close to an end. Please don't forget to cast your vote and do it wisely.

Second, One of the new arrivals that joined us has claimed to be Longarm Prime, an Autobot Intelligence agent. He has this appearance:
( How to piss off a reindeer - Inteligent Agent edition )That’s all, thank you for your attention and take care.

[Locked  to  RUNG|| So, so unhackable.|| IC-ly added after this conversation. ]

Sir Rung might I have a word with you? I've been thinking about your offer.

[ooc. those who had their chars applied for the Committee, please assume that in 2-3 days they got a message telling them they were accepted.]

I DON'T remember everything that happened that last week and the things I remember..those aren't very nice but...

[The voice that speaks is clearly Blurr's. He sounds like his usual self again, but his voice is quiet, occasionally punctuated by long pauses, as if he's not sure how to continue.]

..I know I found a page. ONE of Trion's apparently and I...drew a few things that..._{I..I didn't knew this was going to happen and} ...and Wing and Ratchet… that was my fault too I drew them and they went insane.. like I did and I am the one to blame for that _and the bombs...[Blurr was trying to keep some composure, but his efforts are a lost cause.]

I-I'll take responsibility and accept the punishment you might deem necessary for the offenses but THEY weren't themselves and all this mess was only my fault..I...


...I'm sorry.

[The comm link cuts abruptly.]

[The post is only sound and the finale of Tchaikovsky's 1812 overture can be heard. A few minutes later there's a series of very loud explosions that last for some time.

And then…the sound of Blurr’s laughter before the transmission cuts off.]

[ooc: No replies will come from Blurr. Have some info!]