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[raceme]

Who: McCrane and Blurr
What: Some talking.
Where: Headquarters, the cells.
When: The day after all the bug monsters where defeated.
Warnings: None

[A few thousand years of living and a lot of mocking had a tendency to pile up. Blurr had hoped that at some point he'd stop caring about what others thought of him. Back in his world he usually shrugged and moved on, traveled to the other side of the galaxy for a solo mission and felt much better about life.

But here things were different. There was no scarping the planet and there was no going back to his home world. That wasn't really an option. He was pretty aware of what would happen to him if he got back and while cleaning the cells which were tiring and tedious he did enjoy having legs and arms to move around. Cleaning the cells was not in his to-do list (that was already a pretty long one), but Drill Boy refused to do it and those needed to be taken care of.

Blurr couldn't help but let his mind wander, remembering his discussions with Ironhide, Drill Boy and Power Joe. From time to time, Megatronu's words echoed in his processor too. It wasn't a pleasant reminder. He felt frustrated and exhausted, and more than anything...trapped.]

Comments

[mccrane]

[McCrane had already spoken with Drill Boy, and already had a bit of an indication what had transpired. With as many complications as there had been lately, however, he didn't have any interest in letting the matter sit. If the cells needed cleaning, he'd clean them, and then he'd talk with Blurr.

When he realized that the operation was already underway, though, he tried not to feel a little guilty.]

I can take care of these, Blurr.