Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this story. It's dedicated to one of my all-time favorite Transformers, Blurr. I hope you enjoy it. After this excerpt, the story will get better, I promise. Give it a chance, for Blurr. Please Read and Review, I appreciate every word!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Transformers. I only own my OC's (like Chaser, Chronoclick, etc.)

Summary: Blurr always wanted to be the star of the racetrack. All he needed was a chance. When the war started, he proved himself a valuable asset, and finally found his way to Earth. On Earth, a new 'con challenges his title of fastest tech. This is the story of Blurr's rise to the top.


Chapter 1

My name is Blurr, and I'm greatly misunderstood.

I know Primus assembled me for great things, and I don't think being a secretary was on of them. I am very fast, but no one even considered putting me in the races. The Cybertronian Council thought about it, and finally assigned me to be the secretary of Ultra Magnus. Don't get me wrong, he's a great mech, but I want to be cruising on the racetrack. Right now those are only dreams in my processor.

I stared blankly at the computer screen in front of me, not noticing any of the words on it. All I noticed was a rectangle of black surrounded by a larger rectangle of white. I'm supposed to be brushing up on my Cybertronian history, but my spark's not in it. No matter how much I squint or change its appearance, I just can't make heads or tails of it. I've been studying this for solar cycles, and I can't do it anymore. Finally I just leaned back in my chair and sighed. At least I'd be off soon.

There was soft tap at the door, and a blue and white mech stuck his head through the crack, a smile splitting his face. A silver mech poked his head in above the other mech's.

"Mirage? Jazz?" I sat up straight in my chair and smiled.

"Come on," Mirage pushed the door open farther. "We're heading to the out to the outskirts of Iacon to do some 'speeding'."

I smiled and stared to get up, but then sat back down. I looked at the door behind me and sighed again. "Istillhaveajobtodo. Ican'tjustleave. UltraMagnuswouldn'tlikeit."

"Blurr!" Mirage said putting his hands up, "Calm down. You're off soon anyway."

"Ya know," Jazz drawled, "I think Ultra Magnus is rubbing off on you, man. Trouble is I don't know if that's good or bad." That statement was probably true. Being a secretary can do that to a tech. Only time would tell if it was good or bad.

I chewed on this a minute, "Whatkindofspeeding?"

"Street racing," Jazz grinned.

I stood up with a smile on my face, "Thedon'tcallmeBlurrfornothing. Countmein!"

"Excellent!" Mirage pumped a fist in the air. "Follow us."

Out the three of us headed into the streets of Iacon. After about a block or so, we changed into our alternate forms and sped through the streets. I zoomed right under a large mech, and pulled right up to Jazz. "Sowhoelseisattendingthisrace ? AnyoneIknow?"

"Probably not," Jazz mused. "I'll introduce you when we get there. Unfortunately, I don't think any of them are a match for you." I chuckled and set the cruise.

About seventy-two clicks outside of Iacon, I spotted about four techs lined up behind a painted black line I assumed to be the starting line. I put on the brakes and transformed behind Mirage and Jazz. The four other techs transformed as well.

"Everyone," Mirage said, "this is my buddy, Blurr. He wants to be part of our racing club, and I say we vote on it after this race. If we're ever challenged by another racing group, I know this guy will win it for us," Mirage clapped me on the shoulder.

"How can you be so sure?" a cocky red mech asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

Jazz ignored him and stepped up to the first tech, a silver and black mech with a grin on his face. "Blurr, this is Sideways. Sideways, this is Blurr."

"Pleasuretomeetyou," I said, shaking the mech's hand. He looked a little blown back, but I expected that. Everyone acted that way the first time I speak. I can't help it. I can get in one hundred words for ten of any other techs.

Next was the cocky red mech, "This is Knockout."

"I don't think you can beat me," he glared into my optics.

"Nooneeverdoes," I said, rolling my optics.

Third in line was a smaller red mech with small horns on his head. "This is Cliffjumper," Jazz clapped the mech on the back.

"A pleasure," Cliffjumper smiled, shaking my hand.

"Thesametoyou," I smiled pleasantly.

Last was a third red mech with white and black on him. "This is Sideswipe." We shook hands and smiled.

"Alright everyone!" Mirage boomed. "Get to your stations, transform, and prepare for the race!"

All six of the competitors transformed, excluding Mirage who was going to be the referee. I was stationed right next to Knockout, and Jazz was on the other side of Sideswipe.

"Okay everyone; I want a good, clean race. We are going from here, to Vos. At Vos there is going to be an energon stop, run by Bumblebee and Camshaft. Once you get filled up with energon, you race back here to the finish line. Understood?" Mirage said. There was a chorus of agreement as he lifted his hand in the air.

"Okay," Mirage smiled. "Ready. Set. Go!" he dropped his hand, and everyone shot off.

At first, I kept an easy second, with Knockout in front of me. Beside me was Cliffjumper; and behind me, respectively, were Jazz, Sideswipe, and Sideways. I knew I could beat them all with my energon tanks half full, but I was waiting for a burst of speed in the homestretch. Not that I have a limit to my speed, but I didn't want to shame them too badly.

About halfway to Vos, I poured on some more speed and came up even with Knockout. Sideways had edged up in front of Jazz, and Cliffjumper was in last place.

We reached Vos without a hitch, and Bumblebee filled up my energon tank. The gaps between the racers had widened, so it was fairly easy for two techs to fill all the tanks. "Thanks," I told Bumblebee as he closed my tank.

"No problem," the yellow mech smiled. "Good luck." He clapped my bumper and I was off, just behind Knockout. I edged up to him, and began to edge him into second place.

Knockout surged ahead. "No two-bit sparkling is going to beat me in a race!" he said with a smirk.

"I'mnotasparkling!" I growled indignantly. "I'mafull-blownCybertroniancitizen! I'maracerthroughandthrough! Idon'tappreciateyourtone,mister. AndIreallyhatecocky,egotistgear-grinders!" He nearly hit the brakes in shock, either from my words or the speed I said them at I wasn't sure. Knockout had muttered a lot of things about me throughout the race, like I was no better than the rust he scraped off his tailpipes. I was sick of it, and now I was going to shame him.

I put on my famous burst off speed, and left him in the dust. In a few nano-clicks, I sped across the finish line, transformed, and pumped my fists in the air. It was a little while before the last racer, Sideswipe, came across the finish. The final standing of the race was as follows: Me, Cliffjumper, Knockout, Jazz, Sideways, and Sideswipe. Right behind Sideswipe was Bumblebee, who was also part of the club. Camshaft, on the other hand, had just come to help, and had gone back to his place in Vos.

Mirage rubbed his hands together, "Now that we're all back, how do we stand on letting Blurr into our racing club? All in favor say Aye!"

"Aye!" six voices chorused.

"All opposed?"

"Nay," Knockout hissed.

"Overruled. The ayes' have it! Welcome, Blurr!" Mirage clapped me on the back, and everyone else rushed forward to welcome me as well. Well, almost everyone.

Knockout stood at the edge of the crowd glaring in my direction. In one swift movement, he turned, stamped his foot, and walked off. I tilted my head in confusion.

"Don't worry about Knockout," Jazz assured me. "He's just a sore loser." I gave him a half smile, and he herded me away from the dissipating group. "Let's get you back to Iacon." He transformed and sped off. I smiled, looked back at the stragglers, transformed, and followed Jazz into the glistening city of Iacon.


Note: 'tech' here is a general term for a Cybertronian, like bot or con during the war. If you need help deciphering what Blurr is saying, just ask me to translate.