Told you I'd update quickly!
The next chapter won't be as quick though as I'm leaving for a day and will be without a computer.
Anyway, the first part of this was very fun to write, which you'll understand why very quickly.
I don't own Transformers, Hasbro and the other companies do!
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Blurr stared in shock at the communications bot and for once in his existence, he was speechless. After 500 years, a clue had been found to Optimus Prime's whereabouts. Not only that, but sweet Primus, it was the Matrix!
Blaster stared around the room, looking at them with a look of utter shock, but with an underlying excitement. Somehow, Blurr knew the rest of the council looked the exact same way.
"He sent a report. He hasn't located Optimus yet... But he sent back Code 386..." Blaster continued, his voice trailing off, breaking the silence.
The spell seemed to be broken then as the Autobots in the room straightened up, some whispering unintelligible phrases of awe, and others quietly confirmed what they'd heard with the bot next to them.
Blurr managed to lean back against his seat again, as he'd moved forward at the news. Of course he still kept his optics trained firmly on Blaster. Only when he heard a brash chuckling coming from the bot next to him did he look away.
"So that Son of a Glitch finally did it!" Bluestreak laughed, giving the table in front of him a smack. The foul mouthed bot's amusement seemed to lighten the mood in the room though.
Blurr found himself grinning as well, turning his optics around the Council room. Everyone seemed extremely pleased at the news. The only one who seemed off was Silverbolt. The Aerial bot was grinning like the rest, but even from here, Blurr noticed the bot's tight grip on the table. Of course, the reason was easy for Blurr to figure out since he'd worked with him for the last five centuries.
Silverbolt was the Aerial Commander for all of the Autobots. After the Last Great Battle, that was to have been Jetfire's position, but due to the bot's injuries, it had been passed onto Silverbolt. Most bot's would prefer Jetfire as Aerial Commander, so Silverbolt was constantly worried about being replaced. This meant that Silverbolt was constantly threatened by Jetfire and with good news like this coming from his rival, he was sure to be angry.
Next to him, Ironhide was leaning back in his seat, grinning widely as he rubbed a cannon on his arm, something he did when excited or pleased.
In fact, each of the Council members seemed to be doing one of there little habits at this point. Wheeljack, the Head of the Science Division, was tapping his fingers along the edge of the table, something he did usually when he was itching to get to work on some new project. Ratchet, Head of the Medical Division, was sitting back, his arms crossed over his chest plates. The Head of Defense and Security, Red Alert, was fidgeting and looking a bit worried, though happy all the same. Blurr noted quickly that having an anal retentive, nervous bot as a Defense head was a good thing. Ironhide, still stroking his cannon, was the Commander of all Autobot Ground Troops. Prowl, Head Strategist and Tactician, for once had a smile on his face, but he still gripped his data pad in his hands. Silverbolt, the Head Aerial Commander, still gripped the tabletop a bit to tightly while trying to maintain a happy look. Bluestreak, Head of Communications, continued to spout off some amazed sentence littered with curse words, a strange habit for a Communications Lead. Then of course there were the twins, although they were not sitting at the table since they weren't actually council members. The two simply had great powers of persuasion and refused to be left out of these meetings, no matter how boring. Blurr always felt sympathy towards Ironhide since the two were his problem and tended to cling to him like a play-thing. Sideswipe and Sunstreaker were each Commanders of their own troops and worked directly under Ironhide. The two were currently on their feet, babbling excitedly towards each other.
Then of course there was himself, Blurr. He was the Head of the Intelligence Division. He'd started out as a messenger bot, but had proved himself to be far more talented than the average Autobot. He'd quickly moved up in rank and earned him the much deserved title of Fastest Land Autobot.
"Hey Blurr! Sounds like that pain in your tailpipe is due to come home soon!" Bluestreak said, grinning at the bot next to him.
Ironhide turned to give him a look as well. "You're awfully quiet for once." he noted, still amused.
Blurr just grinned at both of them and waved a hand at them."Just-shocked-I-suppose."The Autobot rattled off, talking at a barely understandably speed. The other Council members were used to it by now though. "And-when-he-does-come-home-I'll-be-sure-to-let-him-know-that-we-missed-him." Of course, Blurr rolled his eyes at that to show his sarcasm.
"Well I know that SOME of us missed him." Wheeljack interjected.
Ratchet gave him a look and pointed out "You just miss having a willing Aerial Bot to test upgrades on."
Of course at this, Silverbolt gave both of them a sour look.
"This IS a Council meeting." Prowl suddenly spoke up, looking at them all. "We all have our little... Opinions."
"You miss him too Prowl!" Sideswipe interrupted the Tactician. Sunstreaker chimed in shortly after with a "Or he just misses Optimus and his ability to control meetings."
Prowl ignored them and continued. "This brings up more pressing and immediate matters for today's meeting."
Red Alert nodded quickly in agreement, already seeming to go back to his excessively nervous self.
Ironhide raised a eye-plate and looked at Prowl. "What's to discuss? I'll be sending a group of able-bodied bots to turn the planet upside down."
"You will NOT." Prowl said firmly. "That planet has intelligent, and very possibly violent, life." He paused to peer down at the data pad in his hand. "Not only that, but it's big. If we send troops there, the Decepticons are sure to notice and send there own. We want Optimus back, but we don't want Megatron back as well."
Red Alert nodded again and added his own point. "As of now, the Decepticons are watching our space-bridges quite intently. My division is having trouble removing some of there sources." He paused to fidget and look down at the table in his own nervousness. "We might have trouble sending one Autobot!"
Prowl seemed to consider this point for a moment.
"Well then we need to send the best bot for the job." Ironhide huffed, obviously volunteering myself.
"The-fastest!" Blurr interrupted. "After-all-it's-a-race-against-time-not-an-endurance-race." Blurr grinned and puffed his chest out slightly.
"You can't be serious." Silverbolt grouched at the Autobot.
"I don't know, doesn't seem like a bad idea." Ratchet interjected.
"Hey, Prowl, what's the planet like?" Wheeljack asked, jumping in.
Prowl looked up from his data pad to eye the Scientist. "According to our lacking information." He shot Blurr a look that meant it was his divisions fault. "It has roads made by the local organics."
Bluestreak slapped Blurr on the back, jolting the smaller robot forward. "Sounds like the little glitch has himself a new mission."
Silverbolt seemed to seethe under his armor. "A plane is faster! I should go!"
Everyone in the room turned to look at him. They all knew about his issues with Jetfire. Although none of them mentioned it, it was these unstable emotions which kept them from allowing the Aerial Commander to be given that mission.
"Bolt, we already have one jet there." Ratchet said, the first one brave enough to offer a reason. "Besides, you're the Head of the Aerial Troops, you can't leave. Blurr's work can be passed to someone else."
The room filled with quiet agreement.
"So-my-work-isn't-important?" Blurr pressed, giving Ratchet a joking look.
"You know what I mean." Ratchet just huffed, brushing him off.
Silverbolt obviously knew now that whatever he said didn't matter.
Prowl then set his data pad down and tapped on the table to get the attention focused back on him. "It seems to me that sending Blurr is the most logical." he started, "Although you and Jetfire have... Issues at times, it shouldn't matter. You two won't be in close enough proximity to go on one of your rampages."
Ratchet mumbled something under his breath that sounded like "Thank Primus we haven't had to clean up one of those messes in 500 years..."
Blurr ignored him and eyed Prowl. "Why-not?"
"Because you'll be on opposite sides of the planet."
Blurr pouted slightly.
"It's logical." Prowl said, almost sounded like he was scolding him.
"I-know-I-know." Blurr said, dismissing him with a wave of his hand. "Let's-just-set-up-the-specifics-so-I-can-get-the-slag-out-of-here."
"Getting tired of our company, Blurr?" Ironhide snorted.
"I-haven't-gotten-to-really-push-my-limits-in-so-long-that-I've-got-rust-forming-on-my-aft!" A few of the bots gave him looks. "I'm-ready-to-be-of-some-use-in-the-field!"
Prowl looked like he was holding back an urge to roll his optics. Instead he picked up his data pad again and peered at it. "Fine. Your mission is to find Optimus Prime on Earth. When you do find him, you may attempt to perform BASIC repairs on him. That's all. If he needs major repairs, send your coordinates and a list of the major damages. You are to stay in contact with Jetfire, but search your separate sides of the planet. If you find a Decepticon on planet for any reason, do not engage him unless he attacks first. The less the Decepticon's know right now, the better. Understand?"
"I'm-not-the-trigger-happy-one-remember?" Blurr pointed out. Ironhide just rolled his optics at the Intelligence bot.
Prowl just shook his head and turned to look at Blaster and Bumblebee, both of whom were still standing at the front of the room, looking awkward. "One of you contact the nearest space-bridge and tell them to it ready and set the coordinates for Earth. " Then he turned back to Blurr. "You, get ready to leave immediately."
"Yes-sir." Blurr said, grinning and getting up.
"Say hi to Optimus for me!" Sunstreaker called to him.
"And if you see Megatron, whack him in the chest plate a few times for me!" Sideswipe added.
Blurr just gave a swift nod to the twins before he darted out of the room, running to get ready for his first important assignment in five centuries.
After going through the space-bridge, Blurr had been transported to the area behind Earth's only moon. According to Prowl, the species might be violent so if a random object appeared over their skies, he might be in danger, so starting behind their moon was the best idea.
Unlike most Transformers, he didn't fall into a Stasis sleep while in this form. His destination was only a few short hours away at the speed he was going so he preferred to stay awake and let his sensors examine the planet as much as he could from his distance.
Unfortunately, there wasn't much to examine and Blurr's active mind began to get extremely bored. Like his body and his speech, his processor moved at a faster than usual pace, which caused him to get bored quickly. Now, in the silence of space, all he could do was try to count the massive number of artificial satellites around the planet.
Finally, as he neared the edges of the planet's atmosphere, his sensors picked up a strange signal. Curious, he tapped into it. Immediately he was bombarded by tons of information. He noted that this strange signal was similar to a network of communications they had on Cybertron, but nowhere near that massive. Images, text, and even video ran through his processor before he finally managed to control it. Now he was actually able to sift through it, piece by piece. It was called the Internet and was not only a wealth of information, but also was apparently a source of entertainment for all ages of humans.
Of course, being who he was, Blurr began searching for something he personally wanted to know about this planet. That was of course, it's vehicles. The things he saw... It made him wonder what the engineers on Cybertron were thinking! When he got back, he vowed to share all of this with Wheeljack and force him to work on it. At first, he found his optics set on several different cars. There was the Corvette, the Porsche, the Ferrari, the Firebird, and the Lamborghini. They were all extremely fast and sleek, each one perfect for him. But then he saw it. The perfect car. He would have grinned if he'd had a mouth, but he didn't. Instead he research the car further, noting that he wasn't going to land too far from where he might scan one. With a slight change in course he'd be only a mile or two away from it.
With that, he began shifting the outside of his curled up form. When he did, he began tumbling, but it also changed his trajectory. Within minutes, he was hurtling towards the ground several miles outside of a city called Moscow in a region called Russia.
In accordance to Prowl's own calculations, the sky outside was dark as he plummeted down towards the city. He'd planned to crash into a more abandoned part of town so he wouldn't have to sneak through the countryside and then into the city before he could get all the way to the location he needed to get to. He just hoped the humans would be slow responding to a meteor crashing in one of their cities. Somehow, he doubted it.
Then he came in contact with a rusted metal roof before he smashed out the brick wall on the other side. The building was in such bad repair anyway, that it fell down around him, burying him inside his own crater.
"Slag!" he cursed out-loud, adapting his vocal processes to an Earth language. He was speaking English even though he was in an area that spoke Russian. The simple reason for that was that the cars website that he loved so much, was in that language.
Blurr attempted to wiggle slightly in his current form, pushing some of the bricks off of himself before he began to transform. In doing this, he effectively unburied himself, but ended up filthy from the debris and scratched up more than he would have liked. Now, he was not like Sunstreaker, the most anal of all Autobots over his precious paint job, but he wasn't found of damaging his personal looks either. He was only thankful that soon he'd have a shiny, sleek new form.
Adapting himself on something called a GPS and Mapquest, he was able to locate his own whereabouts and where he wanted to go. He was only about two miles from where he wanted to be, but he heard sirens in the distance which suggested his time was running out.
Jogging out of the ruined building and through an alleyway, a tight fit even for him, he turned and sprinted off down a darkened street. So far it was empty of people, but he knew that would change soon.
Prowl had ordered him to stay hidden, but Blurr new that if he wanted to get that car form, someone would have to see him. He was sure he'd get a sensor-full when he got back to Cybertron, but he found that he currently didn't care.
A short time later, he saw lights coming down the street and he hid in a side alley until they passed. Just one car of many he was sure to encounter. He didn't really mind that though. What he didn't like was how bare he felt. In the basic form he was in, he felt naked. When a Transformer couldn't change into another form, they felt as exposed and helpless as a sparkling. Blurr certainly didn't like that feeling with his ego being how it was.
Luckily, he made progress fast through the streets. After a mile and a half into his journey, only one human had seen him. Luckily that human had been heavily intoxicated though and seemed to not notice him.
Finally, he came to a street corner where he knew his luck had run out. Although it wasn't crowded, there were enough humans where there was no way he would ever make it through without being spotted. He reminded himself quickly of his goal, prayed for Prowl to go easy on him, then sprinted at top speed across the street to hide behind a building. Unfortunately, his top speed was fairly slow in this bare form.
Blurr seemed to have made it through, nearly being hit by a vehicle though, and none of the humans seemed to be brave enough to follow him. Gleefully, Blurr continued through the alley way and repeated the same process several more times with similar results. The worst one though was some male stopping his car by his foot, sticking his head out of his vehicle and spouting off a string of curses before stopping to stare bewilderedly at Blurr.
Finally, he found himself behind the car dealership he'd been looking for. He felt almost giddy now as he made his way around the side of the building to look for the cars. Much to his disappointed, he noticed several security guards as well. He should have expected this, as this kind of car was obviously a rarity.
So Blurr decided a distraction was necessary. Parked by the side of the building next to where he was standing was a rather pathetic looking vehicle. He believed the term was golf cart.
The Autobot put a hand on the back bumper of the vehicle and shoved. Without much resistance, the golf cart sped off toward the guard shack. When it passed by, now headed downhill, the guards began shouting before running off after it.
Gleefully, Blurr made his way around to the front of the building where he managed to peer into the showroom through a window. There it was. His new form. A blue Shelby Ultimate Aero Car. According to the human website, it was the fastest production car on the planet. It was perfect for him.
As soon as he spotted his in the room, he set about scanning it. His optics faded out as his processor was filled with every single bit of information about the car, from engine size to trunk space. Before he knew it, he felt his body shift downward, wheels touching pavement and his headlights flickering on.
Oh how great this new form felt!
Experimentally, he revved his engine, extremely pleased to find it purred in a steady way, but roared to a loud decibel. Without hardly letting himself adjust to himself, he let his back-wheels go, causing them to spin out before he shot off like a rocket towards the guard gate.
By then, the guards had noticed the sounds, gone back to investigate, and were stunned to find that it seemed that a car had been stolen, even though it hadn't. They immediately started screaming and waving their arms at him.
Blurr of course payed them no heed as he speed off past them and turned sharply onto the streets of Moscow.
He wasn't sure exactly where he was going, all he knew was that he needed to find open road so he could press the limits of his new form before he began his mission.
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Remember how I said that all these characters were going to be redesigned and weren't based off of any particular series?
I didn't lie, I promise.
The Autobots on the Council were only put in for a short time and I didn't really develop the characters because I don't know yet how much they'll be in this story.
I did feel though, that some characters should have some prominent G1 traits.
Who can resist the twins anyway?
And yes, Red Alert is a nervous reck. What's more fun than a Security Leader being so dang scared?
Each of them also do have traits that a friend and I came up with, but that might not have shown in this.
For example, Wheeljack will be easily distracted and Ironhide....Well. I'm going to try to make him perverted or at least prone to using sexual innuendo.
I'm a fan of comic relief, what can I say?
Lastly, I finally changed the name of the story!
I hope it didn't confuse anyone and I hope it's good!
Thanks for reading and remember: Reviews are always loved!