[ti]Ep 3[/ti]In The Canyons [CLOSED] (Bumblebee, Blurr)

[Blurr]

Week 4, Day 1 - North America, U.S. Arizona: The Grand Canyon...
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Many secrets lie within the endless cracks and cliffs of the Canyon's walls. The land is so vast that majority of its secrets can be easily overlooked, especially by any wandering human eyes. The only creatures aware of these treasures are the insects and wildlife that help unearth some of these secrets, however such discoveries mean nothing to them. The locations of these artifacts are never being shared with anything other than the dry gusts of wind that sweeps by briefly, acknowledging the artifacts form and shape before disappearing around the bend. Some of these treasures share truth about ancient civilizations, prehistoric creatures and even things from out of this world...


The sun was blazing brightly in the afternoon sky as cicadas buzzed away in scattered and thin mesquite trees. There was not a cloud in the sky and the temperature was very hot. Tucked away in the walls of the Canyon sat a small cliff, and embedded in the crease where the cliff meets one of the tall canyon walls sat a very damaged and strange looking pod. The earth around the pod was torn up and singed, clearly showing that this pod had crashed. Things seemed to be so still and quiet, though that was the complete opposite from what was happening inside the damaged object.

A steady red blinking light and a quiet beeping sound began to rhythmically go off from the console. After a few minutes a hissing sound began as a door to a small chamber from within the pod had opened, revealing a very groggy, tired and weak mech. Reaching up to grab the side of the chamber's doorframe for support, the mech lazily missed his reach and stumbled to the floor in the main cabin of the pod. He didn't realize it, but he had been immobile for a long while and his frame was in the middle of a reboot. 

"Ouch..." Blurr groaned, using the near by pilot chair to pull himself back up. Once his bright cyan optics rebooted fully, he glared at his surroundings, which was nothing but darkness and a pathetic blinking red bulb that functioned as his only light source. The inside of the pod was pretty banged up and the cyan speedster slowly and carefully made his way to the pod's door and trying to push it open... though it didn't budge.

"Oh come on. You can't be serious, I'm not getting trapped in here." Blurr complained, taking out his laser pistols and rapidly firing at the jammed door, unloading both of his clips in the process. He then put his weaponry away and kicked the weakened metal a few times until he eventually broke through it. The sunlight flooded into the pod and Blurr peaked his helm out, his optics widening at the sight before him. There was absolutely nothing but huge cliffs... and the true terror? There was nowhere for the speedster to run. "What is this. There is no way this is where the signal came from is it? How am I supposed to get down from here? Primus,Ican'tbelievethisiswhereIendupoutofALLcircumstances." He ranted to himself as he took cautious steps out of the pod, trying to not lose his balance like before. He wasn't sure why, but he couldn't help but take small steps closer to the edge, wondering how far it actually went. Though once he was a few feet from the edge and realized that he still couldn't see the bottom, he jumped back and slowly went back to the pod, leaning up against it. He wasn't taking the risk so here is where he'll have to stay for now. Blurr, still low on energy from his travels and surprisingly not too badly injured, he activated his distress signal and realized he had no other option but to wait for a rescue. He slowly slid down the side of the pod's exterior plating and sat on the ground, looking at the strange world around him. He subconsciously rocked his ped back and forth rapidly in a nervous fashion, for he could only hope there were actually Autobots nearby... 

[Bumblebee]

After yesterday, the last thing Bumblebee wanted to do was be stuck on monitor duty. Yet in the mundane there was a weird sense of comfort in that it kept him busy, and more importantly? Distracted. He’d taken over the post from Bulkhead, this being one of those rare times where he’d been unable to pick up Raf from school himself.

He couldn’t transform, at least not easily - his chassis partially crushed by one of MECH’s new weaponized things, he’d taken a hard hit yesterday. But that wasn’t where his thoughts kept drifting, no.

Patch was missing, and so was Windshield.

Even injured like he was, he felt like he should be doing something to help. They’d already scoured Windshield’s dwelling for signs as to just what’d happened, and even if he wasn’t privy to what they’d found - if anything - he wanted to go and look himself, just in case they’d missed anything.

Then again, what if it wasn’t him? MECH were getting bolder by the day, the strange robot creature had been evidence enough that they had succeeded in developing new technologies, as well. What if Patch and Windshield had fallen prey to their human enemy? The other mech’s temporary ‘base’ was out in the middle of nowhere, almost, all it’d take would be MECH being in the right place at the right time, and…

Squared digits would bend, both servos curling into fists as he mentally took a moment to vent out slowly in an attempt to calm himself down. He was no use to anyone angry, and as much as he wanted to open a bridge to go and look for the missing pair himself? He knew better. Acting rashly only ended in disaster.

The sudden beeping of a distress signal was unexpected, and yet he found himself hopeful at hearing the noise. Assuming it was Patch or Windshield finally getting a chance to call for help, Bumblebee’s optics darted to the monitor as his servos moved almost on autopilot to do what was needed.

The first thing he noticed was that it wasn’t either of the missing Autobots, yet he still acted with urgency. One servo moved to his helm, pinging Optimus to let him know the situation, with permission given to go and check it out - as long as he was careful and remained in contact.

Even though the call had come in on their main frequency and seemed genuine enough, he was ever wary. Decepticons could hijack stasis pods to send out false signals, or worse still - use Autobots to call for help to lure others into a trap.

After everything going wrong yesterday? He found himself expecting the worst.

Trying to lock onto the coordinates of the signal, the bridge took a few attempts to set to a location where it would be deemed ‘safe’. Wherever this Autobot was, it was in a weird and uneven terrain.

As the bridge swirled to life nearby, one of Bumblebee’s blasters would shift into place as he quickly made his way through the portal. While he hoped this wasn’t a trap, he wasn’t certain just who - or what - would be waiting on the other side.

Arriving on the same flat rock as Blurr, though a short ways from the pod - simply due to a lack of places to bridge to that were either close or safe - Bumblebee stepped through the vortex. The first thing he noticed was how vast and open this area was, optics whirring as he took a split second to take in just how high up he was.

Ah. Cool. Heights. Well, at least it’s out the way…

Keeping his arm held up, blaster facing forwards, it was then he saw the smoke of what could only be the crashed pod. He couldn’t quite see from here who the occupant was, and so would move forwards with cautious footing as the bridge closed behind him.

--Hello?-- he made a point of being loud, announcing his presence - his beeps carried some, echoing off the rocky walls as he made his way closer to the pod. 

((Mention and gentle puppeting of Optimus done with permission, thank you!)) 

[Blurr]

With optics dim and frame movement slow, Blurr's helm was tilted forward as he gently dragged his digit through the dust and sand beneath him. His optics were locked onto the shapeless lines he was creating to keep himself physically distracted, however such action helped little with his racing thoughts. It's been a long time since Blurr has made contact with another Cybertronian, especially since he was drifting through space for awhile alone. Not to mention the pod has very little room to move around in, if Blurr wasn't trying to save his energy, he'd probably be jogging small circles right now. He couldn't wait to get out of here, if there was anyone around. What if there isn't? Is this where he was going to offline? Alone and sluggish?

Blurr shook his helm, thinking like that isn't making him feel any better. He could really go for some energon right now... he needed a kick of something, being so slow and tired is starting too make him feel pessimistic.

Suddenly a bright flash of green and blue appeared in front of the speedster. Blurr's optics widened at the sudden portal that appeared, A ground bridge. He hadn't seen one in ages... however a heavy realization hit the speedster, anyone can come through it. 

Blurr quickly scrambled to his peds and used some of his remaining energy to sprint around the pod, leaving a small cloud of dust from where he once sat. Now hiding on the other side of the pod, away from the bridge's sight, Blurr knelt down and transformed his left servo into one of his laser pistols. If he had to take a chance fighting for his life with a Decepticon on a strange planet, then so be it. He's a Wrecker, ambushing was in his nature! … Sort of. He just had to make sure he didn't come off as weak as he actually was, even if it meant he had to use more energy than he's comfortable with.

Not being able to see what was going on, the cyan speedster had no choice but to listen, though it was hard to hear anything over the sound of the whirling portal. That, however, was until it closed suddenly. Only then was Blurr able to hear slowed ped steps approaching the pod. Blurr's optics narrowed and he crouched lower, placing his free servo on the ground. He was ready to take off out of hiding, however he faltered slightly after hearing a greeting? That's a little odd for Decepticon behavior... still, Blurr couldn't trust it. He waited for the steps to get a little closer, and when they did, Blurr took his chance.

The boosters on his back plating started up with a bit of power and then the Cyan mech pushed off into a full blown sprint, darting quickly around the pod and towards the mech who just now came into sight. Blurr was attempting to attack, however using his boosters to take off like he did really was a bad idea, he simply was just too tired for it and his frame wasn't able to handle the stress. For a split second, Blurr's vision glitched out and in that second he failed to see a piece of debris from his pod lying on the ground right in front of him. As predicted, the speedster tripped over it and tumbled harshly to a stop in front of the yellow scout. 

Blurr laid sprawled out on the ground, faceplate first in dust and sand while his frame took on new scratches from the tumble. His pistol folded away as he vented rapidly, he just simply didn't have the energy to move anymore, but Blurr said something in one more final attempt before giving up...

 "Please don't shoot..." He said tiredly, his vocalizer muffled by the ground below him, he then closed his optics expecting for a blast to come his way, what an embarrassing way to go out...

[Bumblebee]

The quick scramble of movement was not lost to Bee, and while at first he couldn’t hear anyone due to the ground bridge, the fresh dust that’d been kicked up was a telltale sign that someone was there - and had moved.

He wouldn’t pause in his footing, though found himself tensing further as he advanced, arm still held up with gun aimed in the direction of the pod. Would this person be friend or foe? Given they had seemingly crashed, at least if it was a Decepticon they’d hopefully be dazed enough to not realize what was going on.

Though this seemed to not be the case at all. A sudden rush of movement, paired with sudden dust and dirt that’d been kicked violently up caught Bee’s attention. Motion - scarily fast - as whoever it was made a beeline straight toward him. They moved at a speed that indicated they weren’t dazed at all, and his free arm swung upwards to protect himself - an attempt to preemptively block any sort of attack that came his way.

Staggering backward, it took him a second to catch his footing - just as the other mech tripped and skidded to a literal stop in front of him before Bee got the chance to not only fire, but realize the other mech had tripped at all.

Uh.

While Blurr’s weapon folded and shifted away, Bee’s would not. Though, he wouldn’t make a point of aiming it downward or toward the other mech. If it was a Decepticon they probably would’ve taken this moment to get a cheap shot in, though just because they hadn’t didn’t mean it couldn’t still happen.

At the tired request, the gentle whir of his optics could be heard - expression shifting into a frown of concern.

--What? Hey, no- I’m not gonna shoot you!-- he tried to be as reassuring as possible, even if his body language showed that he was wary. Despite this, a step forward was taken, and his free arm would lower, a servo offered to the fallen mech.

--You okay? That seemed like a nasty fall. Not that I uh- saw it.--

He wouldn’t put his weapon away, just in case, though his arm moved to rest at his side.

--I assume you’re one of us. Autobot, that is. Will obviously need to see some sort of ID codes, but… hopefully that’s no problem?--

Nothing about this guy screamed Decepticon to him at all, but he was sure Prowl and Red Alert would have an absolute field day if he somehow brought one back with him.

[Blurr]

It took a moment of recovery and a bit of will power, but Blurr managed to lift his helm to look up at the mech after hearing the word, 'Autobot'. Blurr felt a wave of relief wash over him- thank Primus he finally has found an ally, however his self image was still pretty crushed, especially after knowing that this mech had seen his terrible attempt of a surprise attack. He usually is much more graceful in most of his approaches.

"No, not a problem." Blurr grunted as he weakly pushed himself up to his knee plates. Upon Bumblebee's request, Blurr had sent over his ID codes just before he reached out to take the bot's kind gesture to help him back up, pulling himself back to his peds. His footing was still unstable and after a little stumble, he gripped Bee's arm plate with his other servo for extra stability. When steadied, he then let go of Bee, shooting him an apologetic look.

"Thanks... You don't have to pretend you didn't see that... It's not the first time and I'm sure it won't be the last. To tell you the truth I probably would have laughed if I was standing where you are." Blurr stated, placing a servo on the back of his helm sheepishly, he was doing his best to hide his damaged ego but it was hard when he felt so embarrassed about it.

"But yeah, I'm an Autobot. The name's Blurr, some know me as Cybertron's fastest... well,theydid.Notlikethatmattersanymore. Anyways, I appreciate the rescue. Things are rough when you're alone, not to mention I'm running pretty low on energy - the main reason for my stunt I pulled just now. There's no way I'd survive an attack... I was worried you were a Decepticon." He paused for a brief moment to look around at his surroundings then continued on his heavily needed ramble, "So this is the place the signal came from huh? Talk about rough terrain. Though I did see your ground bridge so I'm assuming you're based in a different area? Does the rest of the planet look like this? If so it makes things pretty rough for someone like me. Also if I'm talking too much just let me know, I won't be offended, but I just need to say you're the first bot I've talked to since..." Blurr counted on his digits and then shrugged. "I couldn't tell you how long. I'm just really relieved to not be alone and left for scrap. Ireallywasn'treadytoacceptmyfate. Who are you by the way?" He finished, shooting Bee a questioning look. His speech patterns were actually normal other than small sentences here and there - caused by little bursts of excitement. Usually his speech patterns were much faster, but due to his energy levels, he wasn't able to function at one-hundred percent, it's more like fifteen percent at the moment.

That mini speech felt good, it really did. Blurr felt so excited now knowing that he actually had someone to communicate, see and interact with. Even though he was exhausted and quite literally felt ready to just allow his systems to crash, he couldn't help but hang on to his little remaining energy and express himself.

[Bumblebee]

The fact that Blurr was so willing to offer the ID codes with no hesitation was a good sign, and while the yellow Scout’s weapon was still very much in place, he had a feeling that it wouldn’t be needed.

Gripping the other mech’s servo tightly, his frame tensed some as he helped Blurr to his peds. With the codes acquired, he was quick to send them back to Omega to be verified - a process that normally did not take long.

With the other mech stabilized and no longer on the floor, it was then that the familiar sound of transformation could be heard, Bee’s blaster shifting and folding back into his arm. A beepy chuckle escaped him and he shook his helm, optics whirring as he refocused on Blurr.

--Honestly didn’t even see it!-- he sounded chipper and genuine enough. All he’d seen was dust, a flurry of blurred movement, and more dust as the other mech fell. --If you were a Decpeticon I woulda been in trouble though - well, until you fell over.-- a gentle, playful tease.

At least the other mech seemed okay. A little tired, maybe, and his ego was definitely bruised, but aw - at least he was on their side and wasn’t being a jerk about things.

It was then he was quiet, letting Blurr speak. Cybertron’s fastest? Whoa! That explained things a little bit - and he felt especially glad that he was an Autobot. He hadn’t even known where to look when the other mech had been moving, and the thought of going up against someone that fast in battle was a little scary.

Low on energy? Well, that was an easy fix, at least. Or it would be once they were back at base and he’d had some Energon. Bee didn’t know much about medical stuff, but Blurr didn’t seem to be physically hurt - which was ah… a good thing, considering recent developments back at base. His own dented chassis, complete with broken headlight were proof enough that something was a little wrong.

He’d let Blurr ramble - and found it honestly refreshing in a way. He was a bit of a rambler too, at times, especially when nervous, and so understood completely how good it probably was to just talk and talk for a little bit.

Only at the last question did he laugh again.

--Oh, right! I’m Bumblebee! But you can call me Bee if you want. As for the rest- nice to meet you, Blurr! Definitely absolutely not a Decepticon so no worries there, also no worries about the rambling, I do that too! And ahhh, yep, yep… This is where the signal came from.--

He briefly looked around, before peering back at the other mech.

--Well, this planet is, anyway!-- he corrected himself before Blurr assumed he’d be stuck in this weird, mountainous place forever. --You picked a heck of a place to crash! The Autobots are located in a different area, yup! Whiiiich when your codes come back I can take you right there!--

Now it was his turn to ramble a little bit - and the excitement came through in his tone, some beeps hiccupping some, higher in pitch than the rest. Even with all the awful things that’d happened yesterday, he was always happy to see newcomers arriving to Earth. Optimus had put out the call what felt like forever ago, but to know that it was still being heard by Autobots - Autobots that could still be heading this way even now? It filled him with hope.

--While we wait on that, is there anything left of the stasis pod? It’s probably safe and out the way here from humans - uh, the natives of this planet - so we can prooobably leave it for a little bit if not.--

There usually wasn’t much to salvage from them at all, and Bee expected nothing different today. It was worth asking though, just on the off-chance that something could’ve survived the impact of crashing into an alien planet.

[Blurr]

Anything in the pod? Blurr shook his helm. "Bumblebee, I mean- Bee. No formalities, correct? Heh. But no, nothing in the pod. Unless you need it's parts or something? Not that I can tell what's salvageable or not." The speedster stated.

He didn't have any personal belongings or anything related that wasn't already in his subspace. It would be pretty foolish to leave personal belongings in a place where they are most likely to be destroyed.

As Blurr pondered on this quick thought while staring at Bumblebee, the smaller mech's damages finally caught Blurr's attention, he didn't notice them previously simply due to the fact he was rather blinded by his over excitement and heavy embarrassment. He figured it wasn't polite to ask so he didn't, he just simply glanced around the area, pretending like he wasn't staring for a few seconds... which is a pretty obvious thing for the Wrecker to do if one knew him well. It never takes Blurr multiple seconds to stare at something that he wasn't curious about.

"Well anyways, I hope it doesn't take long for the codes to come back because I could really go for a cube or two of energon- or seven? just kidding. I don't ever have that many. If I did then something's wrong with me." He said trying quickly to change the subject, though part of him felt as if that were true. Blurr simply was just in over his head though, like usual.

Bee had mentioned Autobots, so there was more? The ex-racer couldn't help but wonder how many more. He was imagining there was quite a lot, an entire heavily armed base full of others, even. The planet seemed to be full of space with a lot of cover to hide things in, especially if other sectors of the planet looked like the part they were in now. Who knows what the Autobots could have hidden around this planet-- annnnnd there he goes again, staring right into Bumblebee's broken headlight. Scrap.

The cyan mech looked up at Bee's optics and bit his glossa like he had been caught, he couldn't help it, the temptation for an answer was just too overpowering.

"I'm so sorry for staring, But I just- I'm so so sorry in advanced if I'm rude but--...I just, Ijustreallygottoknow." He blurted rapidly, gesturing to the scout's damages.

"What happened? You look like you came out of that crashed pod, not me, however I was fortunate to have a well protected stasis chamber. You know, not the point--. With damages like that why are you here with me? Shouldn't you be getting that fixed? or in some sort of medbay? I would be, my armor is so thin- Not that I don't want you here! That's not what I'm saying-- but I'm a little concerned and also really curious about what caused such heavy damage to you and how you're just standing here pretending it doesn't exist. Doesn't it hurt?" He added, his servos gesturing quickly to match with his words as he asked his questions so outwardly.

[Bumblebee]

--Nope, no formalities!-- he chirped, shaking his helm before glancing in the direction of the pod. He didn’t notice the other mech staring at him, though probably wouldn’t have found it rude even if he did. It was a super bad first impression no doubt to have the first Cybertronian you saw on an unfamiliar planet arrive injured. Still, it wasn’t as bad as it looked - though he’d understand the concern.

After a moment of thought, he’d shift his attention back to Blurr.

--As for salvageable, some stuff might be, but the priority of course is getting you back to base so you can rest!-- It wasn’t like the pod was going anywhere, and it was out the way enough that even if a human did somehow come through this area, they were unlikely to spot it all the way up here.

It’d give some of the others something to do, too - this had been a welcome distraction from everything going on, and while dismantling stasis pods wasn’t exactly the most thrilling thing in the world to do? It would keep them busy. He’d even help as well if he had to.

--Codes usually don’t take long at all!-- Had it been a long time? It hadn’t felt like it, though being on a strange new planet after crash landing, he totally understood why Blurr was a little antsy about the whole thing. This area wasn’t exactly welcoming, even if the view was pretty cool!

Rubbing the back of his neck, he’d beepily hum in absent thought. If Optimus didn’t get back to him soon he’d check in, but knowing how crazy things were back at base, he didn’t want to pester.

At least they had conversation to keep them occupied until then.

--Got plenty of Energon back at base, and once you’re feeling a bit better you can pick out a room, too!-- something to look forward to that would hopefully distract a little from the awkward wait.

Speaking of awkward, it was then that he did realize the other mech was staring. Though - aside from a gentle shifting of his weight, he didn’t draw any attention to the fact he’d noticed. There was no lingering silence though, Blurr quickly speaking up with an apology - and… lots and lots of questions.

Maybe he wasn’t the best Autobot to send out for newcomers in this state, though this was an opportunity to give Blurr a bit of a rundown about what was happening here on Earth, and the injuries to his frame would only give the words more impact.

--You aren’t rude, it’s okay!-- the servo that’d rubbed at his neck would lower to his side as he thought about how to even go about starting to word this.

--Okay, so- it’s not as bad as it looks! Promise. I’m okay. Transforming is a bit… awkward, but… But I’m good!-- he stumbled some, beeps pitching awkwardly in an attempt to try and level himself out. The injury did hurt, a constant stabbing ache that’d been dulled somewhat by the adrenaline-like feeling of everything going on all at once, but if he didn’t think about it too much, it wasn’t bad.

--I should probably start from the beginning. We uh, we don’t really have a medic right now. Ratchet was taken by these people- uh, humans - called MECH who know of our existence and want to do us harm. Both Autobots and Decepticons, they don’t care. They did something to his processor and we aren’t quite sure what, but… he has no memory of who he is.--

He frowned, optics whirring gently. It was still so strange to see Ratchet and… while it was him it wasn’t him all at the same time.

--Our other medic, Patch - I don’t know all the details, but she’s missing, along with another Autobot. Could be MECH or Decepticons. They were taken yesterday, so uh, things are a little crazy right now.-- understatement of the century.

--This,-- he gestured to himself --Happened yesterday too, MECH again. It’s really not as bad as it looks, I mean, considering the alternative y’know?-- they could’ve caught him, done to him what they did to Ratchet - or worse.

--Though, I promise, things are okay. This is a whole lotta bad to hear within your first few moments of waking up on a strange new planet, but Optimus and Prowl are looking into things, Red Alert too.--

Venting out a sigh, he would again lift a servo to rub the back of his neck.

--Your uh, your codes came back okay, by the way - in the middle of my rambling, heh. I know this is a lot to take in, and wow I’m so sorry to just throw it all at you like this, but it’s probably good to know now. But we’re here, the Autobots - Earth is nice, and there are good people, friends, and this is just… a lot of bad luck hitting us all at once.--

They’d get through it. They would.

[Blurr]

Bad luck? Things seemed to be a lot more chaotic then just some bad luck. That is, if Bee was being truthful about what was going on. Blurr didn't have any reason to not believe him but... none of this information was, easy to accept. First things first, the yellow mech confirmed probably one of the main things the speedster was worried about, that being Decepticons were present on this planet. Upon Bee's arrival in the space bridge, Blurr did take caution in case it was possibly a Decepticon coming through instead, but that was just instinct. In all honesty, after meeting Bumblebee, Blurr was hoping that only Autobots were taking refuge here. Seems like that dream was crushed... it was nice while it lasted though.

The second thing that was very concerning was the fact that there was no medic?! Oh Primus was this bad. Blurr dumbfoundedly stared at Bee while the fellow Autobot explained the situations they have been dealing with. He was in pure disbelief! It's a good thing he wasn't damaged in his crash, he probably wouldn't have survived!

Blurr's vents took in some air and he ex-vented as he placed both of his servos together and rotated them forward towards Bee as if gesturing to him. "So. All I'm getting from this is that we are doomed because now not only are we at war with Decepticons but also the life forms on this planet called humans who's code name is MECH. And if any of us are seriously injured we're guaranteed to perish?" Blurr squinted while placing a servo on his hip plate and waving Bee off with his other one, turning his helm to the side and looking very displeased.

"The only good things I got from that is energon and my own room. Other than that I sort of wish I didn't come here. No disrespect to you or the others but there are no medics except one mentally incapable one! How are you supposed to fight if you have no one to rely on to fix your damages! Aren't the numbers of soldiers dropping? Howareweevengoingtosurvive!?" Blurr panicked slightly, looking back at Bumblebee with an intense gaze. A medic is important to someone like Blurr! After all his armor was light and if he was caught off guard he could be in serious trouble if he came back with injuries that couldn't be patched!

Sure, Blurr was rather irritated, and even though it wasn't an unreasonable feeling, Blurr was quick to realize that he shouldn't act the way he just did. Not to mention said reaction was also fueled by the information about this planet's natives, the humans. After all, from what Blurr understood, all humans are apart of MECH and this planet belonged to them. When Bee mentioned 'good people' the speedster assumed he was talking about other Autobots. However that doesn't change the fact that survival here without getting caught is very slim.

Blurr's gaze softened and he met Bee's optics with his own. "Sorry for coming off so strongly." He muttered, his servos resting by his sides. He has no choice but to join the rest of the Autobots here, the pod was broken and even if it wasn't, Blurr could never live with himself knowing he had abandoned others when they needed help the most.

"Well, yeah, things are absolutely chaotic but on the bright side, you have me now. I'm practically unmatched. Most Wreckers are, what can I say? We're just simply one of the best forces out there, even if we are by ourselves. But it's always nice to have others to fight with." Blurr bragged playfully. He then casted Bee a smirk and a friendly wink.

"And now that you have my codes, I'd be more than willing to come back with you to where ever it is you and the others are hiding out as long as the first thing I can do is get some energon, please, I'm about ready to shut down." He chuckled before turning slightly serious, "Seriously though my hud is flashing some serious warning signs-"

[Bumblebee]

Normally, Bumblebee was happy to meet new Autobots. There was something so exciting in knowing that Optimus’ call had reached so many, and that there were still Autobots out there in the endless voids beyond this planet. Plus it was an honor, almost, in being the first person to welcome them to Earth. He was a friendly face, with chipper beeps to match - something that was probably needed after what he could only assume wasn’t an easy journey.

There was always the standard conversation, trying to hold back his excitement for the planet and how awesome it was while going over some of the basic rules, before bringing up the not-so-great topic of MECH. But, most took it well. There were dangers everywhere, and it just so happened that they had more than Decepticons to worry about here on Earth as well.

But with Blurr, it’d been… whew. He was happy to meet him, of course he was! Someone new - and a Wrecker at that? It was just what they needed! But the timing of his arrival couldn’t have been any worse - at least from Blurr’s perspective of things. The bad certainly seemed to outweigh the good, but that was only because he didn’t really get a chance to explain what was good.

He felt truly awful - and while there was still that excitement in being the first to talk to Blurr, the other side of that coin was that he was the one who had to deliver all the terrible, terrible news.

He was quiet as the other mech responded. He didn’t sound… angry, no. Not quite. Irritated, maybe, but it was absolutely justified, and the yellow mech understood the frustration and fear. If Bee had just arrived and learned of everything that’d gone wrong? He’d want to turn around and go back to wherever he’d come from as well.

With a gentle whir, his optics would meet Blurr’s. He let the other mech finish speaking, letting him essentially word vomit out his thoughts. It was a lot to take in all at once, especially after crash landing on a new planet, and everything that Blurr said made so much sense.

Shifting his weight, he would vent out an almost-weary exhale. Not out of annoyance toward Blurr, just- he was tired. They truly did need a break, but they had to keep going. Especially now.

--We aren’t doomed. Promise- and you don’t have to apologize. I know it’s a heck of a lot to take in and I know it sounds- well, no, it is awful. Lots going on, all at once. Even I’m still wrapping my processor around it all.-- he shook his helm.

--But there’s so, so much good compared to the bad. The majority of humans are good people, and once you’ve settled in and got some energon you’ll be able to meet a couple of them that know about us.--

A servo would move to his helm, an unseen request for a bridge sent to whoever was manning the control room in his absence.

--The medic situation is definitely a new one, but- we do have a few who know at least basic first aid to keep us going. We’ll get Patch back soon, I know we will.--

His beeps trailed some, almost as if he was going to keep talking, when the all-too familiar (and welcome) noise of a ground bridge swirled to life nearby. It seemed to be in the same location as the one that’d opened previously, which meant they did not have far to walk.

--Anyway! Uh, yeah- lets get you some energon, huh?-- a beepy chuckle escaped him as he began moving toward the swirling portal, expecting Blurr to follow.

[Optimus Prime]

--

As the layers of color and curling energy started to pull aside half way through the gateway's path, the first thing either mech would likely see, should they choose to cross through to begin with, was a large figure standing dead center of the exit to the Bridge. It was a dark muddled outline at first, a silhouette of a shape that was imposing in stature and frame. Broad shoulders hooked up at the top on either side, leading down to heavily plated forearms and clenched fists. The individual's stance was borderline aggressive with peds planted firmly down, torso squared off at whoever would be exiting the vortex in the coming moments.

As progress continued, the shadows would creep away and true visuals would begin blotting into view.

A concrete floor that was scuffed and dinged. Cold gray walls and metal catwalks. Ragged chunks of Cybertronian tech roughly mounted in place... A disjointed mix between local technology and those of Cybertron. To the right was a large terminal system, green tinged monitors ripped out of a spaceship and repurposed in the new location, displaying coordinates and other data that undoubtedly correlated to the Ground Bridge's function, said machine’s framework becoming visible up above as the energy's involved peeled and stripped clean in thin layers. It would leave behind only a crackled ark of electricity that stretched across the illuminated metal bands and ribbed arches that hooked over the two Cybertronian.

Notable as it may be, the Control Room looking unlike many bases in days past, what was more prominent was the figure that remained sentinel, color starting to bleed onto its outline while the veil dropped and the Ground Bridge dissipated at their heels.

Red and cobalt. Chrome and matte gray... There were many individuals in the war who would be instantly recognizable upon seeing. Figureheads that made a powerful impact through the years to a point their name and image rippled out around them to disrupt others. Flowing over battlefield and whispers alike, their image passed around either as warning, or as inspiration to convey an order of some kind. Yet, as notable as many may be, one stood out strong. Reputation only matched by a cold-gray force of violence and power that acted as their counterpart.

Optimus Prime.

Cyan optics latched onto the two mech, apertures cycled down into a fierce look as he disregarded Bumblebee and instead focused directly upon the unknown who had entered their crumbling world. The Autobots could not afford to make mistakes here. They could not afford to blindly rely on codes alone. Omega One simply could not afford another infiltration or individual that would bring harm rather than aid in their weakening standing. For all that they could not afford, there was also a sense that true value and blessing may come instead. This soul possibly being a keystone to turn things in their favor.

That remained to be seen.

[Blurr]

Blurr did in fact follow Bumblebee through the swirling vortex, desperately even. The cyan mech had no issues keeping up. Part of him was excited to see what was on the other side. He hasn't been in a real base in so long, not to mention that this is a new place he could possibly start calling home. For a mech who loves to be on the move, he wasn't a fan of long distance travels through space... it just will never compare to solid ground.

The features of this new homestead began to swirl into view and Blurr's quick optics darted around as he walked in. While processing all the details he possibly could until fully through the bridge, Blurr was rather underwhelmed to say the least. The base was empty and pretty dull, but he couldn't blame them though. After all this planet was organic, probably had zero technological advancements. Once the bridge closed, Blurr rotated his frame quickly, casually walking backwards. His stare was focused on the tunnel the ground bridge uses, there was no particular reason why he wanted to look at it other than curiosity. Blurr slowed his walk after a few steps and then fully came to a stop before turning himself back around to look around some more.

Blurr however, suddenly dismissed his casual behavior after catching sight of a tall mech standing before him and Bee-- somehow Blurr had missed his presence. This very familiar mech was staring right at the speedster. Blurr placed his servos by his sides and stood taller, he was frozen in place, his optics locked onto none other than the Autobot leader, Optimus Prime. The Wrecker never worked directly with the Prime but he'd be a fool to not know who he was or what he looked like. Many of the orders the speedster followed throughout time were usually tasked by him... plus how could Blurr ever forget the mech who inspired him to be an Autobot in the first place...? Not going to lie though the intense stare given by the leader was rather intimidating, Blurr felt like the Prime could see right through him, that probably wasn't the case but the cyan mech felt like there was no room for error at the moment.

"Thank you for allowing me to enter, sir. I'm Blurr, ex-Wrecker, current racer--" Blurr paused immediately, and mentally slapped himself... so embarrassing... exhaustion and stress were not a great combination. "Ididn'tmeanthat--" so much for 'no room for error.'

"I'm usually more put together than this sir, I swear. Long travels and low energon, I just can't seem to get anything right this cycle. Nothing but tripping over myself physically and mentally. To the point however, I'm here to help out. Bee informed me of your not-so-little problems. So I sort of have an idea of what I'm getting myself into but I'm more than happy to assist, sir." Blurr explained, his tall, fixed posture not faltering.

[Bumblebee]

Stepping through the swirling vortex, Bumblebee’s optics immediately shifted to the figure that was waiting for them. He recognized it instantly as Optimus, even before things had fully moved into focus, and as such he shifted his posture, standing up a little straighter as he moved into view.

Gone behind them was the sun and slightly cheerier atmosphere - replaced in an instant with dull concrete and a tension that was thick in the air. Even though Bumblebee had explained most of everything that’d happened, it was one thing to mention it but another thing entirely to be back at Omega where they were currently dealing with the aftermath.

Moving from somewhere outside of their base, only to return… It only solidified things as being real. Not that he didn’t think they were, but with everything happening he found himself wishing that it was just one long, awful nightmare.

He moved to one side once fully inside the Control Room, allowing Blurr to get a good look around, and for the Prime to address the newcomer directly.

He was quiet as Blurr spoke, casting the other mech a quick glance as he mentioned being a racer. With how serious everything was, he wasn’t quite sure how Optimus would take such a statement, though it wasn’t his place to worry about such things.

Only when the speedster had finished did he stand up a little straighter, looking at the Prime, one servo moving to rub the back of his neck.

--I filled him in as best I could, though I’m sure he has further questions. Uh- permission to go and retrieve an Energon cube from the rec room? He kinda needs it.--

That way, it would be him venturing into the base, and not Blurr. Should there be an issue, like this being - somehow - another Makeshift situation, or something worse? Then Optimus could nullify it here before the details of Omega One could be released to Primus only knew who.

[Optimus Prime]

Detached and awestruck of some kind...

Turning around to look at the mix of elements that was Omega One...

Blurr's response did not appear far from the children's own upon first introduction to the base. Trying to absorb every detail as fast as possible, piecing together their own conclusions quickly before even getting a bead on if they were alone or not... It was a moment that appeared to be fleeting for the new mech, for he transitioned sharply from curiosity to a ridged stance at attention, all relaxation bleeding away in an instant.

As the newcomer started to speak, Optimus' helm would lightly raise.

Wreckers, even Ex-Wreckers, were adaptable and clever, with some of them even having a sort of suicidal tendency that made the group flourish when given otherwise impossible odds. It was a team Optimus relied on through the years for solid results, to a degree that he appointed his own second in command to look over their ranks. Evidently that had been a mistake in some individual's eyes, yet that was not a topic for the now. The bottom line was that it would be foolish to disregard such a simple word as mere labels that some may try to plaster on to try to sound more official.

Yet, that wasn't the only way that Optimus knew of the mech.

Records were notable for a reason. Best of the best among the great. While back in the day Orion did not seek out arenas or tracks to observe sports of any kind, that did not mean the name Blurr was completely lost to him. The archivist's memory was sharp, and he recalled the mech from news stories and other brief mentions, in addition to working in the Hall of Records where his accomplishment would be noted by so many others. This meant that such a fact was tucked into the furthest corner of distant memories... only now milled up upon seeing him and hearing his name.

One who could move so incredibly fast could be a valuable asset. Optimus himself had seen first hand how an individual well acquainted with speed could move on this world, and when transitioned to the offense, it could be notably powerful should the enemy not expect such capabilities. This information was picked through as Blurr continued to speak, a run-on commentary offered where he was trying to explain himself, while also fumbling and flopping from informal to formal.

Traditionally, Optimus did not favor intimidation tactics as he was doing in this moment, for in other days he would have acted far more welcoming... yet he was here to judge the mech's usefulness and threat levels to their cause. If he would add to their blight or make things better. Whatever the case, Optimus did not immediately respond, his sharp gaze drifting over to Bumblebee as the yellow mech spoke up, only then regarding him since they crossed the threshold into Omega One.

"Granted."

After these direct words, the Prime's gaze returned over to Blurr, the apertures within slightly flicking as he focused upon his body language and expressions.

"I wish it were in better times that I welcome you to Omega One."

Optimus's words were kinder than possibly expected with his borderline hostile stance, however there was still an edge to them. Tension from having to bear the weight of everything that was going wrong. Knowing how many lives relied upon him...

Now including one more.

"Regretfully, I am unable to declare our situation as anything but dire."

Direct and precise, there no beating around the bush.

"Do you bring word from other outposts?"

[Blurr]

It didn't have to take a genius to know that things were falling apart here at this base. Just by the look of the technology and monitors, it was obvious that the Autobots who have been present have been dealing with supplies issues. Blurr couldn't help but wonder how long they've had to survive like this...

However such questions would be saved for later, just simply trying to stay functional was already becoming a huge issue. The speedster's optics flickered slightly for a second before going back to normal and he swore his audials were cutting out. When Bumblebee spoke to Optimus, all that came through was mumbling. Confused, Blurr squinted at Bee- not intensely, no, just obviously in a disoriented manner. The only thing he had caught was 'Rec Room.... something something needs it.' 

Blurr's audials did reactivate after a moment or two and he quickly redirected his gaze to the looming Autobot leader realizing that looking away from him was probably disrespectful. To be fair it was really tough trying to pay attention with his inner hud systems screaming at him, but he managed.

After Optimus took a brief moment to welcome him and then immediately expressed his regrets, the speedster gave a small nod and a soft smile, as if silently reassuring Optimus that it was fine. Besides being here will be much better than living in a pod, that's for sure. Though taken by surprise, Optimus had asked about outposts? To be honest, Blurr didn't know how to reply to that without giving useless information...

The Wrecker shifted his weight to his ped and then placed a servo on the back of his helm, "I don't sir, I haven't been in contact with anyone since I departed and made the decision to venture off and find other Autobots." Blurr said a bit softly and tiredly. He didn't lie exactly, he did leave to try and find other Autobots, but he figured that no one needed to know that he left the Wreckers out of spite. Who knows how Optimus would react to that, so it never hurt to take caution. "The only thing the pod had picked up was your invitation here and I followed it. It's unfortunate the Decepticons followed though." he added.

Blurr readjusted his posture to stand tall again, forgetting that he had shifted it moment ago, he didn't want to seem disrespectful. Though after forcing himself into correcting his stance, Blurr started to realize that things were beginning to look slightly fuzzy and he got rather dizzy. The speedster looked down, and took a small step forward to help keep his balance. He really was trying to be subtle about his situation, he just needed to refuel, that's all. He'll be fine.

In attempt to distract himself, he asked a question. 

"Sir, if I may ask, but this base, as... unique as it is, doesn't look like a ship or in the least doesn't look advanced like one... I guess what I'm asking is, what happened to it?"