[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Required Freedom [Closed]
May 29, 2023 17:49:45 GMT -5
Post by Blurr on May 29, 2023 17:49:45 GMT -5
Week 4, Day 5 - North America, Autobot Base
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The base had seemed quiet, much too quiet for a certain speedster’s preferences. The light but quick sounds of Blurr's peds joined the soft hum of machinery inside the control room as he stepped into the empty threshold.
Disappointment loomed over the Wrecker as he slowed his speed walking into a full blown halt. He was sort of hoping that someone would have been present. He should have expected this, there’s a war, no one just hangs around the base. He's not with the Wreckers anymore, this is the elite's domain, down time probably isn't as... exciting from what he's used to. He is used to a much more rowdy atmosphere. To be honest he doesn't miss that kind of energy THAT much, but this? This was a complete three-sixty from what the Wreckers used to do.
He has only been here for four days and already he feels like he has been trapped. Of course, no one was making him stay here, no one other than himself. Blurr almost felt a bit of fear and trepidation from the simple thought of leaving the base unprepared. He was expected to learn the ways of Earth and the Humans… however four days of non stop studying was starting to become annoying. Blurr needed to escape. Most Wreckers would just go out and jump ship without a second thought… literally in some cases. Though Blurr wasn’t like that, he always has second thoughts, and even third and fourth thoughts about everything. He isn’t usually scared of repercussions, something that developed over time from being a Wrecker for such a long while. However his situation was different and as far as he knew, he was alone. He had no partners in crime if he even decided to go 'rule breaking'. All responsibility would fall onto him. Plus, he was never under direct order from Optimus Prime before. The Autobot leader really pounded expectations into the speedster during their first encounter with one another, it was... intimidating.
Blurr had never broke orders just for the fun of it unlike his fellow Wreckers have. He only did so for good reason. However if he messed up, he tried to learn from his mistakes, he cared about screwing up, while the others? They just didn't care. At all. Blurr was one of the few Wreckers that didn't lose their reasoning and common sense...
Tip…tap… tip, tap, tip, tap…
Blurr began moving forward once more, eyeing the ground bridge's controls. He kept his distance… but the temptation was biting at him. His spark ached, craving an adrenaline rush. His frame was dying to feel the rush of wind fly past him… the curiosity of wanting to test his new Earth ALT mode was eating the racer up inside.
No, no… The ground bridge was too much of an ambitious move. He should start simple…
Blurr redirected his gaze to where the entrance to the base was, a small bend that led outside of this imprisonment of a structure. Though he recalled that there was a human town not far, it probably was not a good place to accidentally drive into, especially since he’s still learning Earth road rules. He wouldn’t want to risk getting pulled over by human law enforcement. He’s already learned that running from them is one of the worst ways to handle the situation since they apparently would recognize his ALT. How can creatures with a processor the size of a bolt be so smart?
But… if he took the ground bridge, he could find a super remote area! Brilliant!
“Ughn… buthowwouldIgetback… hmm… I’d have to com base. Stupid. That won't work.” The cyan mech muttered to himself irritably. He turned his frame and began walking in a random direction taking a few quick steps forward before swiveling and retracing his steps.
Back and forth he went, pacing restlessly in front of the ground bridge controls.
“Blurr you’re a newbie, you can’t be out there alone.” Blurr grumbled in a deep voice, creating a mocking voice of literally anyone he imagined from higher authority.
“Then I’d be like ‘Yeah you’re right but I couldn’t help it! I’m a speedster, not a slowster-’”
He paused, scrunching his faceplate in disgust that was clearly directed at the word he just said.
“I can’t believe I just said that.”
He quickly pressed his digits against his forehelm and shut his optics, internally scolding himself before thrusting his servo away from his helm nearly instantaneously and gesturing up to the ceiling. “They’d still understand right?! Come on Blurr get yourself together. You’re a Wrecker, just do it.”
The cyan mech reached for the ground bridge controls, and… and…
And he couldn’t do it!
What if he left, messed something up, came back and then he was banned from leaving the base! He couldn’t risk his freedom by being stupid and unprepared!
Blurr shook his helm and completely stepped away. He leaned up against the nearest wall and looked down, rapidly tapping his ped against the floor, while crossing his arms over his chest plate. He needed to find an escort. That was his only escape. He needed to get out and have someone take him with them. If he stayed inside for one more day he was going to lose it.
Now... should he go find someone? Or just stand here and wait by the entrance? No, that could be really weird and much too desperate looking. He just needed to hang on a bit longer and wait for an opportunity to present itself. That shouldn't be too hard right...? Wrong. Waiting was dreadful.
____________________________________________________________________
The base had seemed quiet, much too quiet for a certain speedster’s preferences. The light but quick sounds of Blurr's peds joined the soft hum of machinery inside the control room as he stepped into the empty threshold.
Disappointment loomed over the Wrecker as he slowed his speed walking into a full blown halt. He was sort of hoping that someone would have been present. He should have expected this, there’s a war, no one just hangs around the base. He's not with the Wreckers anymore, this is the elite's domain, down time probably isn't as... exciting from what he's used to. He is used to a much more rowdy atmosphere. To be honest he doesn't miss that kind of energy THAT much, but this? This was a complete three-sixty from what the Wreckers used to do.
He has only been here for four days and already he feels like he has been trapped. Of course, no one was making him stay here, no one other than himself. Blurr almost felt a bit of fear and trepidation from the simple thought of leaving the base unprepared. He was expected to learn the ways of Earth and the Humans… however four days of non stop studying was starting to become annoying. Blurr needed to escape. Most Wreckers would just go out and jump ship without a second thought… literally in some cases. Though Blurr wasn’t like that, he always has second thoughts, and even third and fourth thoughts about everything. He isn’t usually scared of repercussions, something that developed over time from being a Wrecker for such a long while. However his situation was different and as far as he knew, he was alone. He had no partners in crime if he even decided to go 'rule breaking'. All responsibility would fall onto him. Plus, he was never under direct order from Optimus Prime before. The Autobot leader really pounded expectations into the speedster during their first encounter with one another, it was... intimidating.
Blurr had never broke orders just for the fun of it unlike his fellow Wreckers have. He only did so for good reason. However if he messed up, he tried to learn from his mistakes, he cared about screwing up, while the others? They just didn't care. At all. Blurr was one of the few Wreckers that didn't lose their reasoning and common sense...
Tip…tap… tip, tap, tip, tap…
Blurr began moving forward once more, eyeing the ground bridge's controls. He kept his distance… but the temptation was biting at him. His spark ached, craving an adrenaline rush. His frame was dying to feel the rush of wind fly past him… the curiosity of wanting to test his new Earth ALT mode was eating the racer up inside.
No, no… The ground bridge was too much of an ambitious move. He should start simple…
Blurr redirected his gaze to where the entrance to the base was, a small bend that led outside of this imprisonment of a structure. Though he recalled that there was a human town not far, it probably was not a good place to accidentally drive into, especially since he’s still learning Earth road rules. He wouldn’t want to risk getting pulled over by human law enforcement. He’s already learned that running from them is one of the worst ways to handle the situation since they apparently would recognize his ALT. How can creatures with a processor the size of a bolt be so smart?
But… if he took the ground bridge, he could find a super remote area! Brilliant!
“Ughn… buthowwouldIgetback… hmm… I’d have to com base. Stupid. That won't work.” The cyan mech muttered to himself irritably. He turned his frame and began walking in a random direction taking a few quick steps forward before swiveling and retracing his steps.
Back and forth he went, pacing restlessly in front of the ground bridge controls.
“Blurr you’re a newbie, you can’t be out there alone.” Blurr grumbled in a deep voice, creating a mocking voice of literally anyone he imagined from higher authority.
“Then I’d be like ‘Yeah you’re right but I couldn’t help it! I’m a speedster, not a slowster-’”
He paused, scrunching his faceplate in disgust that was clearly directed at the word he just said.
“I can’t believe I just said that.”
He quickly pressed his digits against his forehelm and shut his optics, internally scolding himself before thrusting his servo away from his helm nearly instantaneously and gesturing up to the ceiling. “They’d still understand right?! Come on Blurr get yourself together. You’re a Wrecker, just do it.”
The cyan mech reached for the ground bridge controls, and… and…
And he couldn’t do it!
What if he left, messed something up, came back and then he was banned from leaving the base! He couldn’t risk his freedom by being stupid and unprepared!
Blurr shook his helm and completely stepped away. He leaned up against the nearest wall and looked down, rapidly tapping his ped against the floor, while crossing his arms over his chest plate. He needed to find an escort. That was his only escape. He needed to get out and have someone take him with them. If he stayed inside for one more day he was going to lose it.
Now... should he go find someone? Or just stand here and wait by the entrance? No, that could be really weird and much too desperate looking. He just needed to hang on a bit longer and wait for an opportunity to present itself. That shouldn't be too hard right...? Wrong. Waiting was dreadful.