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Blurr tapped his pede impatiently. He had a driver. He was in disguise. Why was he getting punished? His cover wouldn’t have been blown. He didn’t get it. Why couldn’t he watch the race? He sighed in frustration and leaned back into the bunker wall. Suddenly he heard the groundbridge turn on. He looked over and saw Salvage and Hoist coming out of it. Hoist was hanging off of Salvage’s arm with the most excited little shit expression Blurr has ever seen.
Hoist let go of Salvage’s arm and rushed to Blurr. “Salvage told me you couldn’t watch the race! But that’s ok because I brought some toy trucks! And- And I’ll recreate the race for you! So you can still watch it! Because you like it!” Hoist rambled on, showing some toy cars to Blurr and imitating them driving.
Blurr smiled. “I appreciate it, Hoist but cap’n-“ Hoist gave a look. Blurr sighed. “Alright, go ahead.”
Hoist quickly cheered before setting his toys on the firehouse floor, pushing them around happily. He narrated the race as a commentator would and primus it was adorable to watch. Hoist even came up with his own names for the toys. One he dubbed as Trashcan was in the lead with another he named Track right behind. It was fun to watch Hoist come up with all these ideas.
“And NYOOOMMM! Track wins the race!” Hoist loudly announced as he pushed a toy to the ‘finish line’.
Blurr feigned a surprised gasp. “I would’ve never thought! I mean surely shouldn’t trashca-“ He was cut off by some commotion on the comm lines. Something had gone wrong on the race track. Blurr got off of the floor. “Sorry bud there’s some rescue work to handle.”
Hoist frowned but didn’t protest. Salvage smiled. “Be safe, sweetspark.” He told Blurr.
“I will be.” Blurr smiled before heading out, getting scolded by Heatwave didn’t matter. Safety did. That was Blurr’s job.
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Blurr dusted himself off as he prepared to head back to the bunker. It had been a long day, he was ready to just relax and have a cube of energon. He gently took Hoists toys and put them into his chest for storage. He turned around as he heard the bunker evaluator coming down. Heatwave emerged from it and looked to blurr.
“Hey hotshot. That racer wants to talk to you.”
Blurr blinked. “Donatello? I thought he didn’t know about cybertronians.”
“He shouldn’t, but for some reason he wants to talk to you.”
Blurr sighed. “I’ll be up in a bit, let me finish cleaning up Hoist’s toys first.”
Heatwave nodded and went back up the elevator.
Blurr finished up with picking up Hoist’s toys and went into the elevator. Once it stopped he walked off. Acting vaguely robotic. He couldn’t figure out if he had to be robotic or not. If the human knew, should he just not be a robot? But what if the human actually didn’t know? Outside of the garage Blurr saw Donatello leaning against his car, Blades and Heatwave were there as well.
Donatello smiled and stepped away from the car. He looked to it and gestured at it. Suddenly the car transformed into a bot mode. He looked to be cybertronian but obviously had some velocitronian heritage, The bot wore a crossed out autobot insignia. Blades wore a shocked expression.
“Hot Rod?!” Blades shouted out in shock, “I thought you were offline!”
The bot, seemingly named Hot Rod, blinked. “Blades? Oh man! Didn’t recognize you with your vehicle mode!”
“Yeah. Heh. Long story.”
Hot Rod smiled. “It’s good to see you. We’ll catch up after I handle this.” Hot Rod gestured to Blurr. “I wanted to thank you for helping me out on that track.”
Donatello cleared his throat. “Sorry- us. But I just want to know, what in primuses name were you thinking in that first race? Without a driver?! Come on, that's disguise 101!”
Blurr raised his servos defensively. “I already got a lecture, you don’t need to repeat what I’ve already heard.”
Hot Rod groaned. “It’s good to know someone is looking after you. What you’re how old? A million cycles at most.”
Blades snickered. “Actually he’s been around since before Velocitron’s collapse. He was just in stasis for I think ten million human years.”
“ Really? ” Hot Rod looked to Blades then back to Blurr. “Well that explains the velocitronian build.”
“Only lived there for a few cycles of my life.” Blurr shrugged.
“Well you’re lucky. Cybonic rust plague got to it long ago.”
Blurr chuckles. “So I’ve heard. Hey if you don’t mind me asking what’s with the insignia?”
“Oh! Yeah. That.” Hot Rod appears solemn. “Well since Cybertron’s new council began labeling anyone who supported Optimus as criminals-“
“Since they’ve WHAT?!” Heatwave cut in.
“They blame him for Cybertron’s destruction, and anyone who supported him has to be arrested, or leave Cybertron forever. You can tell what choice I made.” Hot Rod explained.
“So the crossed out insignia?”
“This is so they can’t track me, in case they suddenly decide to go on a rampage and arrest off planet Optimus supporters.”
“Smart.” Blades mutters.
“They don’t track rescue bots, do they?” Heatwave asks.
Hot Rod shakes his head. “Since you never got registered in the cybertronian database, no. But you all are blacklisted, since they know your names and faces.”
Heatwave sighs, muttering swears under his breath.
“So is that all you came here to do? Lecture me and tell us that Cybertron hates rescue bots?” Blurr asked, albeit a little sarcastic.
Hot Rod shrugged. “Pretty much, yeah.”
Blurr sighed. “Of course. Ok well I have a sparkling I need to get back to. I’m gonna head out.”
As Blurr walked back into the fire station he noticed Blades beginning to swarm the other racer with questions. Those two must’ve been really close in the academy. Eh, it didn’t matter too much to Blurr. He had his own life.