Sorry everyone about how long it took to write this one!
School started and it hit me hard.
Lots of homework and stuff.
Unfortunately, updates will be like this from now on.
Expect an update once every two weeks if all goes well.
Anyway, enjoy this new chapter!
I do not own Transformers, Hasbro and the other companies do!
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"Hey-Jetfire!"
".....Sweet Primus, they sent YOU?"
"Nice-to-see-you-too."
"We're talking through a Com-Link."
"Same-thing. ...Spoilsport." Blurr huffed, pouting. Of course this went unseen as he was still speeding down the roads as a Shelby Super Car. Then there was the fact that Jetfire couldn't actually see him.
"What do you want?" Jetfire grouched through the Com-Link.
Blurr of course found this demoralizing. He had been sent all this way and Jetfire was crabbing at him! Then again, it was just like it used to be, which Blurr remembered enjoying. It had always been fun to ruffle Jetfire's wing-flaps, and it was just so easy to do.
"I-was-sent-to-help-you-of-course!" Blurr huffed back, putting on an offended tone.
"Why would they send a puny bot like YOU?" Jetfire asked, probably rolling his optics on the other end of the connection.
"You-really-haven't-been-on-Cybertron-in-a-while." Blurr replied. In return Jetfire made a confused grumble. "I'm-the-Head-of-the-Intelligence-Division-now." He said proudly.
"What?!"
"You-heard-me!"
"That's impossible!" Jetfire growled into the link. "Why would a bot like you get that job?"
"Well-despite-your-opinions-of-me-I-am-actually-good-at-my-job." Blurr huffed back.
Jetfire groaned on the other end. "Fine fine.... So now would you tell me what the Council is planning already?"
"Now-now~ All-in-due-time~ First-I-want-to-know-everything-about-what-happened-here." Blurr replied, his voice purring softly. He heard Jetfire choke a bit in disgust.
"Fine, but only because protocol makes me." Jetfire grunted back. Blurr just made satisfied sound.
"I landed north of a town called Sacramento during the night about a week ago, if you're familiar with earth terms yet." Jetfire sounded a bit smug about this, which Blurr ignored. "My landing was noticed by a local human named Gabriel Hale."
"I've-been-told-that-they're-violent. Had-any-problems-with-that-one-yet?" Blurr questioned, his tone slightly joking, but also knowing this was important.
"Just listen." Jetfire grouched again. "After I explained my purpose here and obtained my new form, I took him with me to look for the nearest Energon signature, which was located inside of a vent on a volcano."
As Jetfire spoke, Blurr found himself acquainting himself better with the English language that Jetfire was using. It was quite easy once you got the hang of it, but some words still made him stop and research it for a milli-second.
"I sent him inside to look and he brought the Matrix of Leadership back with him." Jetfire continued. "I asked him to keep it safe in his possession."
Blurr remained silent. He felt as Jetfire did. He could not hold the Matrix if he was given the chance and he would much prefer to hand it off to someone he trusted. Obviously, Jetfire, a bot who didn't generally do well with trust, felt enough towards the human to entrust the Matrix to him. That answered his previous question.
"I planned to continue searching with the boy instead of contacting base and possibly sharing the information with Decepticons."
"But-something-changed-your-mind?" Blurr interjected quickly.
"Let me finish!" Jetfire snapped. "It turns out, that Starscream landed on this planet as well. I met with him briefly and it seems I successfully convinced him nothing is here. I contacted the Council just in case."
Blurr puzzled over that briefly. "You-talked-to-Starscream? You-didn't-fight-him?" he questioned.
"We aren't on fighting terms currently." Jetfire grumbled.
That confused Blurr. Technically they were always on fighting terms. Not only that, but Starscream had previously been the second-in-command to the Decepticons, though it appeared he lost that position after Megatron and Optimus disappeared.
"Now explain to me what the Council is planning so we can get to work." Jetfire started again, cutting off Blurr's thought process.
"Simple! I-search-this-side-of-the-planet-and-you-search-that-side! When-we-find-Optimus-we-contact-each-other-to-get-him-and-perform-minor-repairs-if-necessary."
"So if he's almost completely destroyed we call for backup?"
"Exactly!" Blurr chirped excitedly.
"And what if Megatron is there too?"
Blurr paused after that, seeming to just realize that as well. "They-didn't-give-any-orders-on-that-subject."
"Of course not." Jetfire sighed heavily.
After that, there was silence on either side. Both seemed to realize that the reason no decision had been made was because the Council had hoped the Optimus would make the call once he was up and running again.
"I'm going to get back to work. Link me if you find anything." Jetfire said after a minute.
"You-too!" Blurr replied quickly. Jetfire only gave a grumble of acknowledgment before he disconnected his end.
Of course, Blurr being the excitably bot he was, immediately felt a sense of loneliness. He was used to it on missions of course, but he always preferred company. So he just replayed his conversation with Jetfire in hopes of distracting him from the endless road in front of him.
Something that he hadn't really noticed than caught his attention. The human Gabriel... If Jetfire had a local helping him, why couldn't Blurr have one as well?
Blurr decided then that the he could fully test the planet's internet with his new endeavor.
After hours of traveling, Blurr was getting very close to his destination. Of course his trip hadn't been that boring.
His speed apparently bothered the local police and they turned on their sirens and chased after him constantly. Blurr found endless joy in slowing down so they could ride his bumper then speeding up so fast that they had no chance of ever catching him. He would chuckle endlessly the entire time.
Now though, he kept his speed slow enough not to attract attention since he was near where he wanted to be: Manas Air Base in Bishkek, Kyrgyzstan. An Air Base seemed like a strange place for a Transformer of any kind to be headed to but he had a reason.
After much searching of the human Gabriel Hale, Blurr had managed to find a link to him several countries south of Russia. Jumping between Myspace and Facebook pages, Blurr had managed to track down a girl named Dena Mayes.
Dena Mayes was apparently a good friend of Gabriel who had joined the Air Force and had been stationed at the Manas Air Base a few months ago. To Blurr, this was perfect. A person in connection with the other human would make it easier to explain to and she was near where he was. Plus, snagging Gabriel's friend might tweak Jetfire, which was always a favorite sport of Blurr's.
Blurr hoped to simply drive up to the Base, introduce himself to the girl and drive off with her. To him, it seemed like a good enough plan. After all, a friend of Gabriel's must already be informed and trustworthy.
Soon, Blurr found himself pulling into the parking lot easily and without suspicion. To his luck, the Air Base was located on a normal Airport, which according to his research meant less car inspections. He slowly pulled himself into a parking spot near the building and began searching for the girl.
Of the few people standing outside of the building, none of them were her. He of course felt slightly impatient, but he just reminded himself that she had to come out eventually, so he would wait.
He did and kept a careful count of the minutes that passed. And he kept waiting, and waiting, and waiting. By the time that girl actually came out of the building, it was 8:37. He'd parked himself at 2:03.
Night had fallen by then and he had to adjust his optics with something similar to the human technology called "Night Vision." The main difference was that his night vision still contained colors, though duller than what they were during daylight hours.
The girl, Dena, walked outside of a building and turned to walk down the sidewalk that ran parallel to the parking lot. Blurr noted her features were different then the pictures he'd seen online. She still had the same green, intimidating eyes and she was still tall for a woman, probably 5' 9" in human measurements. The rest of her appearance had changed though. Her once waist length, dark brown hair was now cut to her jaw line and currently pulled back in a pathetic excuse for a ponytail that ended in a tuft of hair at the back of her neck. Her body, though no taller than the picture, was built with much more muscle. The pictures he'd seen had shown her as a slender girl with no muscle at all, while now her arms and legs bulged slightly inside her clothes with each step. Then there were her clothes as well. Usually they wouldn't make a difference, but with the uniform of a member of the Air Force, she seemed completely different.
Despite the changes, Blurr recognized her almost immediately and realized that he had to get her attention. At this rate she was just going to walk right past him! So he did what first came to mind: He turned his alarm on. When the high keening went off, she immediately turned to stare at him, probably wondering what exactly had set it off. To his dismay, as soon as she say nothing that might have caused it, she began to walk off.
"Wait!" Blurr called at her quickly. Dena turned to look at him again, of course seeing only a car and giving it a puzzled look.
"Come-here! I-need-to-talk-to-you!"
Hesitantly, she approached him, eyeing the driver's seat and probably noticing that it was empty.
"Sir? If you're having car troubles, you should get security, they can help." She said, stopping near the curb in front of the car.
"No-I-need-to-talk-to-you-Dena-Mayes." Blurr said, turning his headlights on and swiveling them until they pointed at her.
Dena stumbled back several steps in surprise, blinking her eyes rapidly from the light and shielding her eyes with her hands. "How do you know who I am?!" she asked quickly, peering at him with squinted eyes from behind her hands.
"Internet." Blurr replied curtly before continuing. "But-that-doesn't-matter-I-need-your-help."
"Who are you!? And... Where are you?!" Dena exclaimed quickly, obviously noticing the lack of a human inside the car.
"My-name-is-Blurr! And-I-am-obviously-right-in-front-of-you. Duh." Blurr snorted a bit.
Dena only looked continued to peer at him from behind her hands suspiciously before Blurr lowered his headlights a bit so she could see.
"All I see is a CAR!" Dena snapped.
"I-AM-the-car." Blurr huffed quickly.
Dena's jaw fell slightly as she took another step back. "Technically-I'm-an-Autobot-but-I-don't-think-you-know-what-that-is-either." Blurr sighed.
"You're crazy...." Dena started, shaking her head as she stepped further back. "I don't know whether you're another weird Military experiment or some prankster with a speaker, but I'm LEAVING." With that, she spun of her boot heel and took off at a run toward the door at the nearest building.
Blurr would have gone after her but there was a blasted cement block in front of his tires, which he silently cursed to the Pit. "WAIT!" Blurr shouted after her. He tried another approach quickly just as the door opened. "Call-Gabriel-Hale! He'll-explain-everything-about-me-and-all-of-this!"
The door slammed just as he shouted the last words after her. Blurr only hoped that she would call him. But if she didn't.... Well... He'd give her until morning and then he'd leave with or without her. Human or not, he had a job to do here.
Gabriel was managing a successful study session in his room for once, when his cell phone rang. Sighing in slight annoyance, he picked it up and eyed the caller ID. To his surprise, it was an old friend whom he hadn't spoken to in more than a year.
"Dena?" he questioned, putting the phone to his ear. There was no response immediately, but he thought he heard a nervous swallow.
"Gabriel? Sorry about calling ...It must be pretty early right now." Dena responded, her voice restrained by the sounds of it.
"No, no... It's fine. I'm glad you called." he said, setting his pencil down now. "I should have called you a long time ago."
"Well...There's a reason behind this... " She said, her tone cautious. "Just...Don't think I'm crazy please."
"What's wrong?" Gabriel asked, straightening. "And I won't...Trust me, I've had a few things happen recently that makes me question my sanity."
Dena paused for another long moment then, considering her words most likely. "Um... Do you know anything about..." She paused again, her voice low when she continued.
A talking car called Blurr?"
Gabriel blinked slightly and leaned forward. "Blurr?" he questioned, Dena giving a noise of confirmation. "A talking car?"
"It's crazy I know....But..." Dena quickly said.
Gabriel cut her off. "No, it's NOT crazy. That's the funny thing."
"It's not?"
"Nope. Did Blurr say he was a robot of some sort?" Gabriel asked, hoping to confirm it.
"No, but he said something about being an Autobot...." Dena said softly.
Gabriel furrowed his brow slightly. He said he was an Autobot, but was he? "Can you check to see if he has a red symbol on him without getting to close?"
"I can try." Dena said, not seeming too pleased with the idea, but seeming to toughen up again.
"Do it." Gabriel said, nodding to himself. After that, there was a pause in which he heard the phone shifted over her ear and hair and the sound of a door opening. After a few seconds, he heard the door close before she spoke again.
"He does... I can't see what it looks like from here though..." Dena said quickly.
"As long as it's red and not purple, he's an Autobot."
"What's an Autobot?" She questioned, probably surprised that he recognized the term so easily.
"In short, it's an alien robot that has come to our planet looking for something. The others, the Decepticons are here as well, but they don't care if they hurt us or not, while Autobots do."
"Aliens?!" Dena hissed into the phone. "That car is an ALIEN!?"
"Dena, it is a secret. Try not to scream it please." Gabriel said, smiling a bit to himself.
"But how is that possible?! How do you even know?!" She hissed into the phone again.
"I met an Autobot named Jetfire about a week ago and I'm helping him now." Gabriel said. "How do you know about the other Autobot anyway?"
"I don't know! He just showed up and told me he needs my help! Then I ran away and he told me to call you!"
Gabriel was a bit puzzled over that. "Well I'm not sure how he knows about me or you, but it's safe to go talk to him as far as I'm concerned. If you don't mind getting involved with a problem that started nearly 500 years ago, go talk to him."
"Problem? What problem?" Dena pressed quickly.
Gabriel just smiled to himself. "If you want to know, go talk to him."
"Thanks." Dena huffed slightly. "But... I think I will..."
"Good... If you have any trouble with him, just call me. I'll talk to Jetfire."
"Okay... And thanks..." Dena sighed. "I should have called you sooner though..."
"I'm to blame too, but this isn't the time to worry about it. You go talk to Blurr and call me later."
"Okay..." Dena sighed, still a bit hesitant.
"Don't worry. I'll talk to you later." Gabriel said, still smiling a bit. "Bye."
"Bye." She sighed into the phone.
Gabriel hung up his phone then, setting it down and watching it. The whole situation was getting stranger and stranger. A part of him was glad that Dena was getting involved though. She would be a good addition to the group, if you could call it that. Another part of him knew this was going to be dangerous though. That part, Dena might thrive through though. He certainly remembered her as a fighter and survivor.
It had been close to fifteen minutes since Dena had run off, but Blurr was fairly sure that she was going to come back. His main reason for thinking that was that she had poked her head out the door to look at him, a phone in her hand, before retreating back inside. It was apparent that she had taken his advice and called Gabriel. Hopefully he was explaining everything though.
So he waited, his engine off as he waited in the darkness for the tall girl to come outside again.
After another five minutes, she finally walked back out. It was in a suspicious manner though. She started by poking her head out, eyeing him, then stepping out one step at a time as if it made a difference. When she was fully outside, she straightened her posture, making her look almost threatening. Almost. Then she walked toward him in a similarly commanding way and stopping about 6 feet in front of him.
"You're still here?" she asked him, her eyes narrowed.
"So-are-you." Blurr pointed out, trying not to sound amused.
Dena gave a small sigh at that and relaxed slightly. "....So you're an alien robot...And you need my help?"
"Guidance-might-be-a-better-word-since-its-always-nice-to-have-a-tour-guide-on-a-foreign-planet!" Blurr rattled off quickly.
"You talk fast." She pointed out, almost under her breath. "But, why should I go with you?"
"Why-not?" Blurr asked quickly. "After-all-I-doubt-this-kind-of-thing-happens-every-day!"
Dena chewed on her bottom lip slightly at that. "Good point... But how do I know I can trust you?"
"I'm-not-going-to-hurt-you!" Blurr sighed in an exasperated way. "I'm-here-to-find-something-not-eat-human-flesh!"
Dena didn't seem to find the comment amusing, but she brushed it off anyway. "What are you looking for anyway...?" she asked, obviously curious.
Blurr knew then that if he hadn't been a vehicle, he would have grinned. "Get-in-and-I'll-tell-you-everything." At that, the door to the driver's seat popped open, moving up over his hood on its hinges.
Dena narrowed her eyes at him, but it didn't take her long to decide. She made her way over to the door, pausing before she actually got in. "Just to warn you... I've got a gun strapped into my waistband, so if you try anything, you'll get a hole in your metal ass."
Blurr chuckled at that, which like everything else, was done at a high speed, making it sound a bit awkward. "Sure-thing-but-don't-worry. I'm-not-the-dangerous-one!"
Dena eyed him a bit, maybe trying to figure out what he meant before she lowered herself into the seat. Behind her, the door closed and the engine revved to life. She barely had time to strap on the seat-belt before Blurr maneuvered from the Air Base at several times the legal limit.
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Wow.... This chapter was a ton of fun to write.
I don't know why, but using Blurr to annoy Jetfire pleases me to no end!
And yes, Dena is a tom boy.
Every female character I have ever made has been girly and pathetic in some way.
Not this time, Dena is going to be tough and tomboy-ish!
Also, her character will get more fun. I only showed a part of her personality this time around, but in later chapters, it should be better!
Also, thanks to all of you who have commented and favorited and alerted and such!
All of those help keep me interested in writing since it reminds me that people care.
So thanks again and thank you for reading!