REconnection . . .
askagentblurr
ϟ|| Breaking protocol. That was something that was rather risky. Something that he never once crossed his mind in doing. Lucky for him, he still had emotions, he could still think for himself in a compassionate way. Dozens of thoughts raced through his processor at once. All the possible positives that could come out of this, and all the negatives. The negatives seemed much great than that of the positives. Then again, he had already agreed to meet up by requesting the coordinates. He sighed heavily. It seemed as though this time, despite the handful of negatives he would be breaking protocol.
ϟ|| It would be dangerous, trying to figure out how to get out of the “bunker”without being noticed by his superior, but it seemed to be a risk worth taking. He hadn’t seen anyone from Optimus Prime’s team in so long, in fact he hadn’t really been able to get into contact with anyone else for so long besides Perceptor. But he really only came to give him upgrades and check on his systems. He never really did stay long to chat. Not that he found much amusement in chatting anyways.
ϟ|| It was like talking to a machine. Ironic enough as it was.
|Understood.|
ϟ|| Another simple reply. He seemed as formal as ever, and very business focused as ever too. As if this was some kind of mission he was going to be sent on. He was an intelligence agent, his main job was to gather information on whatever he could.
ϟ|| He would set out immediately, while he still could, only taking what he needed and inputting the coordinates to the spare ship in the garage. Setting out on his own like this was a bit…nerve wrecking. He didn’t know how he would explain himself should he get caught, but he would be going to see a doctor, if anything this would be like a check up. Only it involved more socializing. It wouldn’t take that long to get to Earth, thankfully. He would be able to rest in stasis and awake when the destination was reached.
[ ✘ ] Ratchet read the single word and turned off the datapad. Setting it aside, he vented heavily. He wasn’t sure if he was going to get Blurr in trouble if he left his “bunker” just to see him. Where was Blurr, anyway ? He assumed he’d be in the facility where he was revived, or maybe he thought he was still on Earth. But Earth, really ?
[ ✘ ] He shook his helm and vented as he rested his cheek in one servo, glancing off to the side in deep thought. This would be perhaps the first actual conversation outside of his team in... Forever, really. His optics closed as he took a moment to think things over.
[ ✘ ] What could possibly go wrong, right ? Nothing. At least he hoped nothing would go wrong. It was just a doctor seeing how someone was doing. After all, Blurr just came back from the dead, although he didn’t know how long ago he was repaired. He was... worried for him ?
[ ✘ ] He figured he might as well get some shut eye and try to sleep the anxiety away. And if that fails, he’ll most likely get some work done, if there was any work to do in the first place.
[ ✘ ] He stood, pushing the chair aside and started to head towards his small quarters to see if he really did want to get some sleep. He’d find out soon enough.
