We are a literate, intermediate to advanced AU Transformers RPG Based off of the first season of TFP with dashes of other incarnations sprinkled here or there. Characters from any continuity are welcome however must be restyled to match the TFPrime universe.
Active, with ongoing plotlines, we are always willing to integrate new characters into storylines once incorporated into the setting.
At the single word from the Prime, Bumblebee would nod. While he was sure Blurr wasn’t about to collapse in the next few seconds, he was dangerously close - which meant that time was of the essence.
As Optimus’ attention shifted to the newcomer and began to speak, it was then that Bumblebee would push off into a walk. If this was another Makeshift situation he wouldn’t be far away, at least, and would be able to rush back in an instant to help the Prime if need be. He knew it wasn’t, the codes had checked out and everything had seemed legit - but with their luck lately and everything going wrong that could go wrong? Man, this’d just be the cherry on top of what’d been a truly awful couple of days.
Walking with urgency, he held himself back from breaking into any sort of light jog, even if the situation could turn bad in an instant - and with no medic here should Blurr collapse? They couldn’t afford anything like that. But with humans around, it simply was NOT worth the risk. Even with the rules of them sticking to the catwalks, all it took was Miko deciding then and there that they didn’t apply to her, and…
Not worth the risk. Not even worth the thought of moving any faster than a walk.
As their words faded behind him, Bumblebee would make his way through the Omega Base toward the Rec Room.
Post by Optimus Prime on May 28, 2022 1:31:42 GMT -5
Trying to be subtle about illness to hide it away from other individuals' notice was difficult enough in a group setting. It required others to draw attention away, hoping that the discussion or overall goal would take center stage and let the unwell individual fall into the shadows of others. However, in one on one discussions, things were a different playing field all together. Far more tricky, relying on pointing something out to once more draw attention away from physical cues. It was still possible, just more challenging, muddling things with a mask and a game of acting. Yet, this was not such a scenario where things could be diverted.
For Optimus was going out of his way to evaluate every detail possible.
Blurr was not playing the game well, and as such his issues were abundantly clear, as well as the truth that he wasn't simply requiring fuel, but that such levels were low enough that it caused him to move and respond involuntarily. The awkward step to the side... the flicker of blue optics dimming as limited Energon trailed through his lines... this was a troubling scenario, and it made it so that not only was Optimus worried, but that he knew he couldn't take all the Wrecker was saying at face value.
Clarity of mind could bring much, and once recovered, Optimus hoped more details could come to light on possible avenues of further assistance here on Earth.
"-It's unfortunate the Decepticons followed though."
"It was to be expected such a call could bring more than simply Autobots."
It was an open call, one that acted as a request for assistance, just as much as it acted as a warning to Decepticons.
Shifting his weight some, Optimus' gaze would finally break from Blurr, his left hand raising to gesture palm up to the side. The structure of the room was disjointed and odd. Elements tailored to those of a Cybertronian's mass, as well as those much smaller than the standard norm, evidently those of the local population. Small stairs and railings... overheads catwalks and tiny computers and a television... however, further to Blurr's right, where he motioned, was a series of two platforms that were not built to be stairs, too large to be used in such a way, but could act as a temporarily sitting spot.
"Rest while Bumblebee retrieves Energon."
The less Energon being wasted by motor controls, the more comfort that could be added in the brief time he would have left to endure it. It was then Optimus addressed the final question the other mech had spoken. He knew he may need to repeat this all again later dependent on Blurr’s current state however.
"The Ark sustained damage that could not be overcome."
They managed to get it to Earth where Optimus had led them, but such a vessel, no matter how grand, could not overcome the wounds it had suffered.
"It is by chance we found civilization that offered shelter."
Should the United States government have not gotten involved, the Autobots would be in far more troubling circumstances, if not completely obliterated on this world already. They would have had to have found shelter promptly so the Nemesis did not track them down, and said shelter would be far from ideal. Lack of infrastructure would severely impair, and a lack of Energon itself would be catastrophic should they not get on their feet fast. Could it be done? Of course. They have faced such troubling odds before... however, it would be a trial that could end poorly. One they did not have to endure.
The gifted assistance was what had kept them stable for years.
"We work with the local government, who offer aid in exchange for protection."
Primarily Decepticon protection. Optimus refused to get involved with humanities wars or conflicts, nor offer technology that would bolster their capabilities to do so on their own. The only assistance he had offered thusfar beyond confronting Decepticons were rather inert, even if it were still dangerous, an example of which being the human manufactured weaponry they transported to keep a closer eye on it. That was an experience not forgotten, given it was their first interaction with MECH.
He was right. It was to be expected, even if Blurr were to deny it... not that he would. The idea of the Decepticons not showing up would simply just be too lucky. Blurr is no longer the type to believe that everything always works out for him, or anyone else on that note. The truth was, for a period of time in the past, he was like that. However too much has changed since then, including himself.
The cyan speedster's optics locked onto the Prime's gesture and followed it to the desired spot that Optimus wanted him to see. Two platforms, an odd thing to want to show off; perhaps it was art? Just before Blurr could make up a compliment on the spot, Optimus thankfully cleared things up.
Being offered a seat was currently the most relieving thing by far since he has awaken out of stasis... or perhaps it was the moment where Bumblebee didn't turn out to be a Decepticon. Or, maybe it was the fact that Energon was on its way. Okay, it was one of the top three relieving things to happen- whatever, Prime didn't have to tell him twice.
With desperate pace, Blurr somewhat hobbled over to the slabs and gladly but tiredly collapsed into a very sprawled sitting position. He slouched with his left leg sticking straight out while he carefully pulled the right one up onto the slab for extra support to prevent himself from slipping. Blurr's arms rested lazily by his side as a low ex-vent left his systems.
"Thank you." Blurr said in a much more relaxed manner.
From that point on, everything just seemed to slow down. Prime continued to talk in short sentences, answering the speedster's previous question. While Blurr was listening to the first few words spoken, he couldn't help but slowly start to drift. Not into stasis of course, it was more like he was entering a calm state of introspection. Very oddly, Optimus's voice was calm in nature, which only soothed Blurr into his own relaxing and comfortable thoughts. Soon the Prime's voice became nothing but gentle incoherent mumbles, Blurr's will to not want to fall into recharge was gradually fading... to be honest the idea of it sounded really nice. Though he knew better, energon first. Then perhaps a recharge later.
Blurr's helm had tilted back as his soft gaze stared at the ceiling, subconsciously memorizing its subtle patterns. To anyone around him, it was clear that he was not paying attention to anything except whatever caught his gaze upward, which seemed to put the obnoxiously colored cyan mech into a content trance. For once, Blurr was incapable of multitasking... though it was okay. It sort of felt nice to not be in a rush.
Once Bumblebee made his way into the Rec Room, he wasted no time in doing what’d been asked of him. Normally he would linger, getting momentarily distracted by the TV or radio should either of them be on, or even some lighthearted conversation should someone else be in the room, but now? He moved with purpose. While Blurr hadn’t been badly injured, things could shift in an instant simply because of a lack of Energon. In a way, it was probably more dangerous than actual injuries, simply because systems would begin to shut down - which was scary.
He was quick to fill a cube, and then - a second one. Not quite to the point that he would be unable to walk without spilling them, but they were certainly full. With Ratchet the way he was, and Patch… gone… they only had field medics to rely on, and rather than risk one cube not being enough to kickstart things in Blurr’s recovery to the point he did need medical attention they simply did not have? He would use his best judgment in taking another.
He was certain nobody would mind, and if they did? Well, that was on them.
Moving back as quickly as he was able, he was careful with his footing so as to not spill the contents of the two cubes, which he held somewhat awkwardly in an attempt to keep them level. He hadn’t been gone that long, maybe five minutes at most - though it probably felt like an eternity to those waiting, as things like this often did.
A nod was given to Optimus as he made his way back into the Control Room, though he would not stop moving, gaze shifting to Blurr as he made his way over. At least the other mech was sitting down now, which was hopefully less taxing on his systems than standing.
--Hey, here you go!-- he chirped, the beeps no doubt cutting through the spaced-out trance, though hopefully not to the point of rudely jolting him awake. Offering out one of the cubes, he would nod again.
--I brought two, just in case.-- stating the obvious, but he wanted Blurr to realize that the other one was for him and not Bee or Optimus.
Post by Optimus Prime on Aug 19, 2022 23:44:55 GMT -5
While Blurr maneuvered to the indicated ledge, Optimus watched intently to see how the mech carried himself without offering any direct assistance to get him to the final goal. This lack of aid was not done out of malicious intentions to force him to fend for himself, so much as it was a silent act of consideration to any personal traits that may be in play. Pride could be a factor to many, and Wreckers were no exception to this.
Wreckers tended to act as higher end soldiers of the war, taking on jobs that others did not whether out of inability, or out of a sense of self preservation. The team had a strong reputation that was a shining beacon of a label that had surpassed a mere casual rank. To show overt weakness, or accept help of such kind when not required, had a possibility of being seen as weak to the more arrogantly inclined. As such, Optimus opted not to corner Blurr into such a situation.
If the other mech truly needed help, or if he showed signs of collapsing or slumping to the side and off the edge, Optimus would of course assist immediately. The well-being of his Autobots always came before any sense of arrogance on their part. Full stop. Whether they accepted this fact or not was irrelevant. Whatever the case, Blurr made it to his destination on his own.
Optimus had a feeling while he spoke that what he was saying may need to be repeated later, and once his words tapered to an end, it became abundantly clear this would be the case. The moment the exhausted mech had taken his seat, he had likely mentally checked out of the equation, his focus absolute upon the mishmashed ceiling architecture. There did not appear to be a flick of a glance in his direction to show he was still listening, nor any proper response in turn to comment, nor even make a wordless sound to show he had heard.
To some leaders this could be seen as disrespectful, finding faults with the detachment when they spoke, yet The Prime was not one of them. He understood fully what it felt like to be on the edge of involuntary shutdown due to lack... or loss... of fuel. To hold such events against another was senseless.
As words halted, a stillness came into play to take its place, the room falling into a hazed quiet while the systems of the base could now be showcased as a soft hum. While Optimus was no medic by trade, his experience through the years let him pick up enough to visually monitor Blurr within these moments, cyan optics flicking to keep an eye out for any dangerous tells. The first sign things crossed a line, he would promptly call for a field medic to do a more direct transfusion of fuel.
Thankfully, aid in a different form arrived.
Turning away, Optimus offered Bumblebee a light nod of thanks, before his focus drifted back to see if the mech was conscious enough to even eat.
The weight of exhaustion had almost become unbearable. Blurr was struggling to fight the overwhelming sensation of shutdown. His optics were flickering in a much more frequent pattern than they were before and his thoughts were becoming groggy and unclear.
However the sound of familiar beeps and chirps ripped through the silence, in which Blurr had just realized was present, brought him much joy to hear. If Bumblebee was back, that means he has energon with him. The cyan speedster picked up his helm, moving slow and steady so that he could catch glimpse of the other mech. Such movement made his helm feel like it had weighed hundreds of thousands of pounds, no, in fact his entire frame felt like he was five tons heaver than he was. Now readjusted in a more upright position, Blurr's spark leapt for joy once his optics fell on to Bumblebee... or more accurately, what was in Bumblebee's servos.
The sight of familiar, vibrant, glowing, blue liquid greeted him so welcomingly. It was already outstretched to him and Blurr desperately reached out and snatched the cube as fast as he could... which wasn't very fast at all, he moved as if all of his joints and pistons were rusted, not an ideal for of movement, but it was all he could muster.
Blurr downed the energon within the few moments and let out a pleased vent of relief, relishing in the feeling of the freshly charged energy surging through him. Blurr's systems, being as fast as they were, immediately went to work and processed the fluid. His inner hud's warnings began to vanish and new strengths was starting to make it's way back into his systems.
The speedster quickly set the now empty cube beside him and sat up taller, glancing at the second energon cube that rested in Bee's grasp. As refreshing as the first one was, it surely wasn't enough, not for a speedster type like Blurr, and fortunately for him, Bee seemed to already know that... hence the second cube.
"Two, yes, definitely enough!" Blurr said. gently holding his servo to take the other cube from Bee.
"And thank you, I really mean it, you all literally saved me from shutting down and I really, really owe you big time. Can I have the second one, please?" Blurr asked before glancing over to Optimus, "I'm also really sorry, but I don't remember anything you said to me before I sat down." He added sheepishly. But Blurr was now growing into a state where he could be himself again with new, fresh energy! Surely from this point on, his attention will be fully focused on those around him.
As the first cube was handed over, Bumblebee would watch Blurr carefully. While he didn’t think he was too late, the other mech had been in a really, really bad way. The fact he’d moved into a sit showed just how exhausted he was, and without a proper medic here should things turn really dire? These next few seconds would be crucial.
Thankfully, the Energon seemed to have an effect quickly, and the Scout’s shoulders would visibly relax as Blurr spoke.
Well, that was a relief!
While normally one cube would be more than enough for most, with how tired Blurr seemed to be, the second was just a result of being overly cautious. It seemed to have been a good call, and he’d bob his helm.
--Aw, no thanks needed, honest! I’m just super glad I got to you in time. You picked a heck of a place to crash!-- he beepily laughed, before nodding again.
--Oh, right, yep! Here - if you need another we do have more, too.--
Offering out the second cube, it was then that he took a step back to give the other mech some space while his systems no doubt caught up and adjusted to actually having some Energon.
Glancing to look at Optimus, he seemed to hesitate a moment before speaking once more. If Blurr had missed everything that’d been said to him, it at least meant that Optimus would probably have to run through things again - and unless Bee was needed, he could shift his attention to more important things.
Like the crashed escape pod that’d been left behind.
--Optimus, is it okay if I start recovery on the escape pod? It’s out the way of humans for now, but we probably can’t just leave it there as it uh, was in a touristy kinda area.-- a gentle whir sounded as his optics narrowed into a frown. He’d heard about the Grand Canyon from Raf, and seen a couple of (admittedly boring) documentaries on it before his cartoons - and while it was an immense area and not somewhere populated like a city? It drew frequent attention and visits from humans.
It was probably okay to leave as-is, once the initial smoke had dissipated and things had settled, however all it’d take was one person straying from a path on a hike, or flying over it for things to be revealed.
From what he’d seen of the crashed pod, it should be doable by himself - but he’d leave the final call up to Optimus.
Post by Optimus Prime on Aug 27, 2022 0:56:41 GMT -5
Optimus had anticipated there being a few minutes in play for Blurr to go from borderline involuntary shutdown, to being functional on any level. Time to process, time for a frame to filter fuel and transition it into active circulation... For normal individuals it could take a bit of time for exhausted systems to pick up on the task and get to work. However, it appeared as though Blurr sat outside this parameter, swiftly jumping from essentially falling offline, to sitting up and speaking like everything was normal and good. It was almost as if time itself had skipped ahead a few beats, Optimus' lips parting slightly as though he had words to say, but they were momentarily blocked as the new mech abruptly regarded him as well after requesting the second cube.
While the Prime was chewing through this information and what it entailed, Bumblebee would then speak up himself, offering out the cube and dropping a casual mention of a crash. This token of information derailed Optimus from considering the possible Energon intake of a soldier who sifted through fuel so quickly, to then consider the fact that a shuttle or pod of some kind had to likely be in play. If it were Blur himself that had crashed into something given his nature of a speed oriented individual, damage of such an adventure would be present on his frame. As such, it was easy to piece together what it was, this token of information promptly affirmed as Bumblebee spoke further.
"Begin salvage immediately."
Clearing up evidence was always an important factor.
Clearing up evidence within what was a tourist area? Vital.
The reason that most individuals seemed to crash here on Earth was some sort of mystery that Optimus couldn’t comprehend. It appeared as though the only vessels that seemed to have survived entering the atmosphere were Wheeljack's ship, and the Nemesis itself. Perhaps something about those two vessels deviated from the norm, there an element of Earth that sucked in and disabled most others in the process. It was a grand unknown. An unknown that Optimus couldn't spare the time for with so much else going on.
"Call for assistance should it be deemed necessary."
After this directive was given, cyan optics would slide back over to their swiftly recovering newcomer, the apertures flicking slightly while he evaluated Blurr's condition.
"All is well. You needn’t worry about finer details now."
Such things would come with time... this mech wasn't an immediate 'threat' that could break out and make a scene in Jasper. Things were at a lower gear, calmer, conversational, meaning everything could flow as it came up in discussion once again. While Blurr appeared mentally active, it could be nothing more than surface appearances.
A threat now? Not likely... future threat? Possibly.
Though of course, recovery... the most important thing as of now.
Blurr quietly enjoyed the second cube while Bumblebee and Optimus Prime spoke to one another. Now that he actually had a moment to think properly, the speedster slightly recalled some things Prime had to said to him earlier... something about local protection? Government stuff or whatever.
Blurr was never a politically involved individual, especially before the war. However since the ex-racer didn't really have a choice once the war began. He joined the side he had the best experience with, and fortunately the Autobots have treated him well. Especially within the Wreckers. Though, Blurr would never say that the Wreckers were politically involved, either. Most definitely not. the Wreckers never followed the 'rules of war'. They were very much doing things illegally... but orders were orders, especially in the battlefield.
"I would offer to help out but It's probably best if I stay here until I'm one-hundred percent."
Blurr stood up, not quickly of course, but pretty suddenly. He had to check his balance and make sure he was energized enough to walk around, in which he seemed to be.
"You don't mind if I look around do you? Get familiar with the place? I think taking a walk will do my systems well in the sense of better recovery. I'll come back around when I'm ready for the debrief again, sir."
With a light back and forth circular motion of his wrist, Blurr swirled the energon in the cube before looking at it... it is definitely not the best energon he's had, though he's not complaining, it's just for survival anyways... but it does sometimes make him miss the good stuff back on Cybertron.
"notttomentionsittinginoneplacegetsboringafterawhile..." Blurr had muttered that last part to himself quite quickly.
The speedster then glanced back up to Optimus and awaited for permission or denial.
Bobbing his helm at Optimus’ words, Bumblebee was quick to move into a gentle, but purposeful stride. Now that Blurr was safe and had Energon, he didn’t feel quite so bad about leaving him behind - even if he found himself curious about the other mech, if only because new arrivals were always interesting and possible friendships could be formed.
Ah well, there’d be plenty of time for that, he was sure.
As the other directive was given, he would nod again - though wouldn’t turn to look at Optimus as he moved, instead focused on the task at hand.
--Got it!-- beeping in the affirmative, he would be sure to leave his comms open in case he needed a second pair of servos, or on the off chance something happened. Between him going out to retrieve Blurr and now, there hadn’t been too much time passed, though then again - things could quickly shift in an instant.
Something they all knew far too well.
Making his way to the control panel, he would type in the last coordinates - knowing they were safe and right next to the crashed pod itself. To conserve Energon, he would input an additional command to close the bridge behind himself, knowing it’d take some time to dismantle everything. Optimus - or the base in general, really - was just a quick comm and bridge away, so he wasn’t too worried about being stranded.
With that, he would move again, not paying attention to the conversation going on behind himself. He walked a little faster this time, not quite a jog - though probably pushing it should someone be a stickler for the ‘no running’ rule. Vanishing into the bridge which would close behind him a moment later.
(Bumblebee out! Can safely assume he dismantled everything fine and came back later on his own.)
Post by Optimus Prime on Mar 4, 2023 2:45:25 GMT -5
--Got it!--
Optimus watched as Bumblebee quickly set to task, not needing to be told twice nor given extra directions of any sort. It was refreshing in a way, a fraction of familiarity to potentially better times before Earth was flooded out. While they now had higher numbers and could implement a greater force of power, it had become its own thing that did not hold the same stability of a family rather than cluster. So many new individuals, much like the soul who was then transitioning from sitting to standing, when he likely needed to remain down and in place.
"Do not concern yourself with such things. Bumblebee has it under control."
Even if the yellow mech were to completely mess things up somehow and launch the shuttle off its perch into the bottom of the great ravine, Optimus knew he would take the appropriate steps needed in order to reach out to others and fix the mistake. As far as he was concerned, the shuttle no longer existed to a point that he did not even turn or offer a glance to the side as the great portal ripped into formation and took Bumblebee away. It was an inert presence, inconsequential compared to getting a bead on Blurr.
It was one thing to hear of him, and it was another to look him straight in the eyes.
"You were near shutdown, I do not advise exertion just yet."
It had only been what amounted to a handful of fleeting moments since Blurr had downed the cube of Energon, it not particularly wise in his opinion to go on an immediate walk about. It was not his frame, however, and it wasn't as though he knew exactly how the other Cybertronian functioned. They were all so incredibly different from one another, something detrimental to one being a boon to someone else, and without the training of a medic, he could not say what way this pendulum swung. With this in mind, he was about to speak further, when a series of softer muttered noises were made by the smaller individual.
None of the words could be deciphered due to speed and lower volume to a point that it was almost a string of sounds that held enough inflection to imply it was more than just that. Optimus would be unable to comment on it, though he did note it to an extent, going back to the previous topic.
"Should you truly wish to walk, that is your decision."
With this, his right hand would raise, gesturing out palm up at a large rock-lined tunnel that branched away from the room they currently were in. It had a gentle curve to it, so its ending could not be seen from their angle, though it was more than apparent it was a road out.
"The exit is beyond this tunnel, you are not permitted to depart until you are properly informed on pertinent information."
If Blurr wanted time to recover, it would certainly be offered with no additional questions asked, yet that did not mean he had free reign to do whatever it is that he wanted. He would be confined to base until plans were made to obtain an applicable alt mode, as well as time taken to learn about the rules of this land and their need for secrecy. Truly, there was a notable list of things that would be required to learn well before he could leave safely, including MECH, though that could happen at a later time, even if said later time was a week away if it came down to it. What couldn't be pushed aside however was a reiteration of their allies
"We work with a fraction of the native species, and some are often within base."
Optimus' helm would raise at this while his arm lowered back to his side, his already focused gaze growing that much more pointed. He had to be sure that Blurr was not only listening, but registering his words since the previous ones had been coasted over and missed rather readily. He wanted... NEEDED... that recognition across the other mech's face and a form of confirmation that wasn't simply a nod or a passive 'okay' before he would remotely let him leave the Control Room.
"Be mindful, for they are small."
While Optimus had been rather calm and even in his approach, these last words were said with a more severe overtone to them. There was no room for mistakes when it came to the topic. He had faith that the way in which he spoke conveyed much of this, and if not, having it paired with the rather intense look continued to bridge the gap.
"You will treat them with the same respect you would any Autobot."
Perhaps speaking to a Wrecker this could be skewed to an extent, though he assumed its core idea would be recognized.
Naturally Blurr was ready to move around and explore, he had been aboard that pod for a very long time without very much moving room. It does not help the itch knowing that there is a whole new base to explore and allies to meet. Despite almost being near shut down, Blurr was more than ready to jump right into action.
This was not the first time he was near shut down either, he's dealt with it countless of times during battle and even back before the war with his early races. In order to know his limits, he has had to over exceed them.
... However, even if he knew his limits, Optimus was right.
There was no need waste all of his newly processed (and still processing) energy, Blurr would regret it later. Not only that, Blurr may have thought he was fine, but his systems were most definitely not. He was going to need some time to readjust them to their natural settings.
Though now focused, Blurr took note of Optimus's orders. Something about the Prime suddenly felt... very serious. As though if Blurr should not dare take his words lightly...
Blurr watched the Prime closely, following his direction to the tunnel, something that he took note of and would make use of later when he was ready to.
Prime was not finished though.
The raise of Optimus's helm and the sharpness of his gaze triggered the inner soldier to emerge from Blurr. His posture straightened and he stared right back, not daring to make a sound or even think about focusing on anything other than the being in front of him.
Optimus spoke with conviction and earnestness, and Blurr watched and listened, fully understanding the expectations of his leader.
Blurr nodded firmly, his usual quickened speech patters slowed to normal pace to make sure Optimus understood every word he'd say.
"I will do as you say, sir. I will be even more cautious considering I feel as if I pose a danger to them with my speeds, especially if they are small. As for leaving, I will not do so until I learn everything necessary for survival on this planet and once I do learn them, I shall uphold the expectations. You have my word as a Wrecker, and more importantly, as a fellow Autobot."
Blurr raised his free servo to salute Optimus, as his grip on his energon tightened slightly.
"If there is anything you need me to know specifically, I have no doubt you'll tell me, sir. If anything I do opposes issues, I shall make the changes when asked."
Post by Optimus Prime on Mar 18, 2023 2:03:25 GMT -5
Optimus did not know if the way Blurr spoke was honest, or if it was bloated out to appear like a good soldier with the way it trailed on. Wreckers were so varied from one another that it was profoundly difficult to know for sure, each one sitting at a different point on a scale of respect for those higher than them on the chain of command. Bulkhead adapted well and was a beneficial member of the team, flowing into the normal ranks seamlessly, while in contrast, Wheeljack was a wildcard who went off to do whatever he felt like at any given moment. He couldn't really get a grasp on his motions, though he also knew if push came to shove he would come to heel to help in a dire situation.
Where did Blurr stand?
"You are free to acquaint yourself with your surroundings."
Restricted areas were blocked off, so Optimus didn't have profound concerns about setting the Autobot free. Even then, if an area was open, there would be an obvious expectation that Blurr would know well enough to leave things alone if it seemed to be an area he shouldn't be, recognizing what an engine room may be that fed the more Cybertronian elements of the base, as well as the workshop area Wheeljack had utilized at one point that likely held dangerous materials. The most important point to be aware of however was the Medical Bay should an issue arise, and with this thought, Optimus' hand would gesture over to the adjacent door that was connected to the main Control Room they currently stood.
"Should you feel unwell, the Medical Bay is there."
Blurr seemed to have recovered fast enough... his general speed letting him surpass an unideal situation with haste, yet Optimus did not believe he truly was as well off as he was playing it. The shock of a new situation and influx of information could do well to kindle an active mind, though once silence fell and reality came back into play, everything could come crashing down. With this in mind, the moment Blurr departed, Optimus planned to inform Red Alert of the situation and to keep an eye on him to make certain he didn’t collapse into a corner unseen somewhere. He simply hoped his assumptions were incorrect while he learned more.
"Later, I am certain someone will guide you to a vacant room."
They were not special at all in any way whatsoever. A doored box somewhat dependent on frame size for the best utilization of their limited space as possible, with a modest bed slapped down. Everything else was left to the owner to salvage or bring in to try to make it their own. While it could be seen as far too generous for a wartime situation, where everyone should just be given bunks in an open space, Optimus felt that the ability to retreat from others was beneficial. Give them time to recollect their thoughts and destress after whatever confrontation they may have endured a short time previously. It has its boons as well as drawbacks, though he believed in the good it caused over the negative.
At this, Optimus' arm lowered, and he peered out at Blurr, expecting him to likely depart on his little solo adventure, for however long it would last before he crashed and hopefully didn’t burn.
Perhaps Blurr was completely full of himself, underestimating his inner systems despite them clearly needing more time to reactivate.
Truth be told, from the moment he reactivated inside of his crashed pod, he's wanted nothing more than to move. Walk, run, see the sights... of course his energon levels were a simple bump in the road -- simply, it was not going to stop him.
It is destiny that he will need to rest, however that time was not now.
To both Optimus and Bumblebee, Blurr could have portrayed himself to seem quite callow, he was obviously eager as of the current moment. Though the speedster does not usually act this way. He clearly had a lot to settle into, and rest assured once he does, his actions will be different and it's highly likely to encounter quite a respectable mech.
And if it takes him a crash or two due to his stubbornness, then so be it... a lesson to be learned.
Blurr watched as Optimus gave him a very brief tour, Blurr gave the Autobot leader a firm nod in acknowledgement.
The speedster watched... waited... looked for any sort of pause... body movement, gazes, verbal communication... anything.
Then it happened...
Optimus had lowered his arm and simply stared at the cyan Wrecker and Blurr took the chance to make his escape... no offense to Prime of course. None of this was to get away from him specifically... Blurr simply just needed time before he was forced to swallow a whole new ruling and set of worldly laws.
"I appreciate everything! This was definitely the most warm welcoming I have received in a long while. I will be around and thank you again." Blurr said quickly, twisting his direction towards the main hall and hastily making his way out of the room...
There's much to do, many to meet and so much to see... he's ready, he's free...