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My Precious
Date of Scene: 21 March 2016
Location: Vos
Synopsis: Blast Off comes to a new friend's rescue.
Cast of Characters: Blurr, Blast Off


Blast Off has posed:
It's been awhile. Blast Off has had chores to do, scouting missions to run, people to assasinate, various errands that were all due yesterday. Ahhh, life at war. It leaves little time for luxury, but the shuttleformer clings stubbornly to it nonetheless. Even if diminished, he still wants some of the finer things in life- like a good bottle of wine. Given that he didn't quite get as much wine as he would have liked the last time he was here (thanks, Blurr) he decides to try again. Of course, the wine shop no longer exists (again, thanks Blurr >:I ) ...but there are other wine shops.

The brown and purple Combaticon strides down a ritzy Vos street up high where the riffraff don't usually go (and of course, he is most certainly NOT riffraff!). His masked face peruses storefronts, searching for a high end store he knows is somewhere nearby.

Blurr has posed:
Actually, Blast Off is in luck today. The owner of the shop that got wrecked has contacted him and has informed him that he has relocated his shop to another sector of the city. It seems he had felt somewhat sorry for the Combaticon, for having had his day ruined that one time, and has offered him a free pass to some of his special packages as well as some time to sit and talk whilst enjoying the drinks together.

Blast Off has posed:
Oh wait, it is? Blast Off checks his datapad as he looks for that address... oh. WELL THEN. The shuttleformer can NOT pass that up now, can he? He's a little surprised, and a little suspicious (he's always suspicious) but again... it's hard to resist. He may have once been wealthy but those days are gone- but the desire to enjoy some fine wine and hobnob with the elite class remain. The desire to feel a little normal again. Blast Off finally reaches the address and, with a last minute check to make sure he looks his best, he steps inside the door.

Blurr has posed:
The new store looks great, and is located in a quaint little corner of the shopping center it's in. Nice and quiet--just Blast Off's sort of place. Amber lighting gives the interior a soft glow, and an even wider variety of high-quality engex line several shelves.

    The shop is strangely empty though, unlike the last time he was here when he'd seen at least a few other patrons about. Only the owner, whom Blast Off will have come to know as Venture, is standing behind the transaction console. He looks up immediately though, and smiles in greeting. "You must be the fine mech who got ambushed in my shop not long ago. I do apologize for all of that, but I promise you this time I've upgraded my security!" he points to some surveillance equipment mounted in the corners of the ceiling.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off pauses as soon as he steps inside, noting the owner and the high quality engex and ...ah yes, the security cameras. He finds himself glancing out the window half-expecting Blurr to show up any minute but HA what are the ODDS AMIRIGHT?!? The Combaticon straightens and brushes off some non existant dust before continuing towards the shop owner, adopting an air of importance and poise.

"Well, it was most unfortunate, certainly. But what can you expect when Autobots like *that* get involved?" Another glance to the widnow, then the camera, then back to the owner. "I do apologize for the mess, however. I hate to see a fine wine shop like that destroyed simply because a certain someone couldn't mind his own business."

Blurr has posed:
Venture sighs and shakes his head. "Well that is what they've always done, isn't it? They did it under Nominus and Sentinel. Then Zeta. And now under Optimus, despite all of his flowery language, the same thing. A shame someone like Blurr should have fallen in with them. He could have been...someone better."

    The owner invites Blast Off to come behind the counter and sit with him, motioning to some comfy-looking stools.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off considers this. "I'll... have to take your word on that. I've known Blurr for long enough to know that he's reckless and self-righteous." Unlike Blast off, of course, especially that latter part. "But about the Autobots?" He continues, making his way towards the seat with another wary glance around, "Yes. Indeed. They love to talk the talk but do not walk the walk. They trumpet their *good*ness while resorting to subterfuge and manipulation- even mind control."

This makes him suddenly stop, glance at the shop owner... but... no. No. That hasn't happened in awhile, has it? His optic ridges furrow down a little but he proceeds to sit down on one of the stools. "I am pleased to see you got another shop." He focuses on Venture. "I ..admit I am surprised you wanted me anywhere near your store, given what happened last time."

Blurr has posed:
"I know, I figured you'd expect that I'd want to avoid you at all costs." Venture says with a smile. "But I wanted to...surprise you. Show you that those Autobots don't scare me." he smirks. I'll admit, I used to be somewhat of a fan of him--who wasn't, really back then. But now, not so much."

    He stands up. "Well, should I fetch the package from my stash?"

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off crosses his arms and mutters quietly, "Well *I* wasn't a fan... Never did follow the races much." Though apparently he did at least some. He studies the other mech, then answers, "Very well." Uncrossing his arms and letting them drop down to his side (where they also happen to be ready to draw a weapon should there be any unpleasant surprises in the future) he nods and waits, watching.

Blurr has posed:
Venture nods. "Excuse me for a moment, then." He steps away from the counter and disappears through a door at the back of the shop, presumably into a warehouse area where he keeps whatever stock he doesn't have on display.

    However, he does not return after a breem or two. Perhaps he was delayed? Or got distracted? Or...something else much, much worse.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off sits and waits, eventually crossing a leg over the other and waiting with his hands folded on his lap. After awhile, the one rocket foot hanging midair begins to bounce up and down impatiently, the Combaticon glancing back towards the backroom, back to the window, and again to the backroom. Finally he ventures to ask, "Is there a problem? I can come back later if something came up..."

Blurr has posed:
There is no answer from the back room. The door doesn't appear to be locked, though...

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off sighs. Figures. Life is never as simple as comein, have a nice glass of wine, leave. ALAS. So the shuttleformer gets up and makes his way over to the door, knocking once just in case. If there's still no answer he'll take his ionic blaster out of subspace and cautiously try to peek in.

Blurr has posed:
There's not really anything to see just yet...piles of crates and more shelves lined with bottles of engex, inventory computers and the like. But no trace of Venture anywhere just yet.

    If he decides to step inside and have a look around though if he listens closely, he might hear some indistinct noises coming from the far end of the room.,,

Blast Off has posed:
No, Blast Off doesn't like this at all. His ionic blaster comes up and he begins stepping cautiously towards where the noise is coming from, weapon pointed towards the noise. "Enough of this. Venture, show yourself. What's going on?"

Blurr has posed:
As Blast Off approaches, he will start to hear voices. Venture's...and--yes you guessed it--Blurr's.

    "...don't know what you're talking about, honestly. I'm just--"
    "Look Venture, you know what kind of person I am don't you?" Blurr can be heard sighing. "And that's not a very patient one. So, I'm going to lay out your options one more time: Talk -now-, or you take a -very- long vacation to Luna-2."

    Yep, clear as day, that is definitely Blurr. And he doesn't appear to have noticed Blast Off's presence yet. It seems the Combaticon has the advantage...

Blast Off has posed:
The Combaticon's optics narrow immediately. HIM. Slaggit, how did he know that that fragger would somehow show up here? Slaggit, he has GOT to stop interferring with his precious, precious wine! (And Ok, the precious wine shop owners who supply that wine.) His left fingers grip hard on the gun while the right quickly and (hopefully) silently take the safety off. He doesn't bother with any more warnings. He's tried that in the past, but logic never gets through to the Autobot. He just takes aim at Blurr's head, waiting to try to avoid shooting the shop owner, and fires when he has an opportunity. "Back off, Autobot."

Blurr has posed:
Blast Off's shot strikes true, Blurr having been busy interrogating Venture. Though given how fast he can move and react, he is able to move slightly, causing the blast to graze the side of his head. He whirls around, training his weapon on Blast Off but still keeps Venture pinned against the wall with one hand.

    "I knew it! You contacted him!" he exclaims. The speedster turns his weapon on the Combaticon now, and doesn't hesitate to pull the trigger, either.

Blast Off has posed:
"Yes, because he needs a customer to help him begin to build up his income and his stock given that YOU destroyed it!" Blast Off strikes Blurr, smirking under his faceplate as the shot hits home (though sadly not lethal, darn the racer's speed). He then sees the gun raising up for him and lunges to the side towards some shelves, the Autobot's shot striking inventory instead of him.

He rolls to his feet, bringing his weapon back up to aim from between shelves of the shelfcase. "Don't you have better things to do than terrorize people who simply want to add a little *class* to this world?" With that, he aims at Blurr's arm, trying to knock him away from the shop owner.

Blurr has posed:
"Oh I don't mind class. It's those insurgents, you know, that go around murdering innocents and who claim to want change but actually want nothing more than to simply turn the tables and do the same exact thing to the people they -think- deserve it." Blurr retorts, even as the second shot grazes his arm and causes him to let go of Venture. He darts sideways, attempting to flank Blast Off and shoot him in the side.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off strikes again (no surprise), though the shuttleformer lets out an annoyed huff at Blurr's accusations. "It's hardly murdering innocents when you strike out against those who would grind you under their heel, force you into servitude and coerce, mutilate, and control those who refuse to kowtow to them..."

As Venture is released, Blast Off calls out to him, "Get out of here while you can, Venture, before he decides to blow up the shop again or something." Fortunately, the Combaticon is no slouch in the agility department- nor when it comes to paying attention to an enemy's moves. As Blurr tries to flank him, Blast Off slides easily into years of combat training and anticipates the move. Ducking around the shelf he avoids yet another shot, even while firing one of his own once more.

Blurr has posed:
"Exactly, that's all you want, revenge. You won't change the system, you'll just put it right back into motion--against the people you think deserve it. Wait, isn't that what the old Primes did? Well what do you know, you're right back to square one!" Blurr taunts, easily evading the third shot by twisting to the right.

    He then rushes at the Combaticon, attempting to grab him and shove him against a shelf behind that is bolted to the floor, then pin him there.

    Venture manages to get up and collect his wits, though he doesn't run as Blast Off has instructed. Instead, he just stands there against the wall where he had been pinned previously, one hand behind his back.

Blast Off has posed:
The huff becomes more of a low hiss as Blurr evades his shot this time. "I..." He has to think a second for a response to that. "The Decepticons want equality, something the Primes never showed any interest in! You follow a Prime even now, don't you? A blind follower of a corrupt system, how *sad*." His optics narrow again as he pulls his weapon to aim again. "Now hold still-"

Whoops. All he sees is a blue blur coming his way. Nope. NOPE. Blast Off isn't very good at hand to hand combat (Ok, Ok, he's awful, having little strength). He immediately flings himself back, avoiding Blurr's immediate attack and sending a wild kick Blurr's way to try knocking him back for a clear shot.

Blurr has posed:
Blurr gets socked in the midsection, preventing him from grabbing hold of Blast Off, although the damage done is hardly much to speak of. He glares at the Combaticon and raises his weapon once more. "Equality my aft! You don't want equality, you just want revenge! You just want to hurt the people who hurt you as much as you want! You accuse us of unjust prejudice and yet you're incredibly prejudiced yourselves! Y--"

    But with all his ranting, he hadn't noticed Venture making a sudden move behind hm. The shopkeeper suddenly draws a glaive from his subspace and surges forward, thrusting it into the speedster's back! It pierces all the way through before he tears it out, causing even more damage. Blurr collapses to the floor, purple fluid quickly spewing onto the floor at their feet. "Serves him right." Venture says angrily. "Should I finish him? Or you want to do it?"

Blast Off has posed:
"More self-righteous babbling from someone seeking to justify their faction trampling over anyone who doesn't kiss the ground they walk on or want to choose their own lives and careers for themselves!", Blast Off snaps back, even as he starts scrambling to put some distance between them- backwards. His own weapon starts to aim again, square at Blurr's chest, when suddenly- OH.

Blast Off has to suddenly point the gun slightly away so as not to be aiming it straight at Venture, watching with some surprise as the other mech successfully stabs Blurr right in the back! HA! The Combaticon stops, taking a side step to aim with a clear shot at the Autobot even as he collapses. YEs. YESSS. He doesn't take too long to process and decide. Stepping forward, he states with a low, icy tone, "Allow me. He's made my life a misery for a very long time. I shall be the one to deliver the coup de grace." With that, looking down coldly at this hated rival, he fires a shot at point blank range.

Blurr has posed:
Blurr doesn't move yet, and the shot once again strikes true, causing more energon to spill. Certainly a mess. Venture nods solemnly when Blast Off indicates that Blurr was in fact a major rival who had been a thorn in his side for a long time. But then he hesitates. "Wait, really? If that's the case, he doesn't -deserve- the mercy of a quick death, mech. Besides, I'm sure he knows something useful you could give to your superiors. Maybe get yourself a commendation or even a promotion." He smirks.

    Suddenly, the former racer scrambles to his feet, pulling out his TechVolt and firing it at point-blank range right into Venture's chassis. It sends him to the ground, immobilized, and before the mech knows it Blurr has wrenched his hands behind his back and slapped stasis cuffs down onto them. "Gotchya!" He exclaims triumphantly. Hah, rookie.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off gave Blurr many chances for many years, but he's through with second chances and the shot hitting home sends off a satisfying shriek of metal. He answers Venture, taking aim once more, "Perhaps, but I'd rather just be rid of him. He tends to escape or worse every time he's ever received a second chance, then come back for more destruction, and I for one think it's time I-" Oh wait look at that, he already talked too much. Blurr lives up to his name, springing back up and zapping and locking the wine shop owner in cuffs in the blink of an eye.

"You!!" Blast Off is already pulling the trigger as he aims at Blurr's chest, "Let him go at once, or do you plan on destroying every wine shop and wine shop owner on all of Cybertron?!"

Blurr has posed:
"I'm afraid I can't do that, Blast Off." Blurr replies with a smirk. "You see, he's been feeding a certain violent insurrectionist group with shanix, supplies, and most importantly intel, as well as assisting fugitives in escaping to Kaon. Unfortunately, supporting criminals and helping fugitives is like, kind of -illegal-. I don't care if he's a shop owner or if he's a factory worker or slag, he's a -criminal-. Just like -you- are."

    Still leaking yet apparently still determined, Blurr darts behind some shelves, causing the shot to miss and hit the merchandise instead. He squeezes off a couple more potshots at the Combaticon from behind cover.

Blast Off has posed:
The more Blast Off hears, the more he likes this Venture guy. "Oh, is that so? In other words, you're saying this person has some intelligence. I think I like him." His violet optics narrow at the mention of /criminals/. For a moment he is silently sullen, which is interrupted only by Blurr firing off shots at him. He manages to do the same thing as Blurr, ducking behind some boxes so that they get the damage, not him.

Then, voice frosted over he mutters, starting to make his way closer, "If I'm a criminal, it is only because this society *made* me one. You want a criminal, though? Fine, I shall act like one just this once, just for you." With that, he lunges out to shove the shelves Blurr is hiding behind and try to knock them down on top of the Autobot!

Blurr has posed:
The shelves do topple, though Blurr manages to dart out from under them just in time, and they only manage to scrape a shoulder. "-Want- a criminal? Are you slagging me Blast Off? Society has -made- you a criminal? Excuses, all of it! No one makes you into anything!" Fine thing for someone like Blurr to say, right? He clambers to the top of a pile of crates.

    "We were -friends-, don't you remember? I helped you. So why do you hate me? Sure, I made some mistakes in my past--we all have. Or is it just because I made my choice and you made yours, and they happened to be opposites of each other? You claim to be all about equality, all about choosing your own path, and yet you despise me for choosing mine. You think the Decepticons are all about making this world right, you're -wrong-. They just want to re-create the same system that existed before, except with -themselves- at the top. And then guess what'll happen? The same thing that -just- happened! Megatron is gone--so how do you all expect to live out his vision without him to lead the charge? You're just sending us all into an endless cycle of war and oppression!"

Blast Off has posed:
"They are NOT excuses!" So says the guy who claims to do what he chooses. Blast Off darts to the right, making his way through another aisle of shleves, and clneches his spare fist even as he seeks another clear shot. "Do you think I /prefer/ this life? Do you think for a moment I don't wish I was back where I once was, an esteemed space explorer, living the high life, surrounded by wealth and prestige and class and culture? Instead of surrounded by the likes of Rumble and Frenzy?!"

He vents out a huff as Blurr brings up *friends*. "Why do I hate you? WHY do I HATE YOU? What kind of friend immediately assumes that I am guilty? What kind of friend pretends to be a friend only so that he may get close and twist the knife into my back? I showed you kindness and mercy once.... and you've always repaid it by treachery while claiming moral superiority and telling me and those I work with are worthless slagheaps that ought to be dead." The Combaticon has to pause here as he realizes he's beginning to get worked up, and that simply won't do in a combat situation. "When I am simply trying to mind my own business yet you keep sticking your front bumper where it doesn't belong..."

Another deep inhalation of air, and Blast Off thinks to add, "So I choose to remain with the Decepticons. No, Megatron is gone but what are the other options? The Autobots? Follow another corrupt Prime? Not that I even could, given that I'd just be thrown in jail again. No, I choose freedom. I choose to follow the path wher I might live my life as *I* want once more." Someday. He keeps making his way through the aisles, looking for a shot, but doesn't fire for now.

Blurr has posed:
Blurr sighs. "Like I said, I made some mistakes in the past. I'll be the first one to admit that. I--" He looks depressed for a moment. "I didn't mean those things. The things you said I said."

    "I don't hate you, Blast Off."

    Wait, is he serious? It would appear so. "I-I just wish things were different..." He starts to take aim with his blaster again, but then stops and lowers it with another sigh, leaning back against the wall.

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off finally finds a patch of blue between all those boxes and shelves and raises his weapon to take aim. Only to see and hear that, and actually watch the Autobot... lower his weapon? The Combaticon does NOT lower his, keeping aim right on the racer, but he doesn't fire- yet. His violet-hued optics narrow again.

"Really." Blast Off doesn't sound convinced. "And why would I believe you?" He keeps his weapon sighted in, but he doesn't fire, isntead waiting to hear an answer. This should be good.

Blurr has posed:
"I don't know." Blurr answers, shrugging. "You probably wouldn't. I--I don't even know why I'm saying it, why would you even listen to me, after everything that's happened?!" He jumps down off of the crates. "There's no going back now. Nothing I can do to undo what's already been done. You--this--it's just another product of my own poor choies. Or more like lack of choices at all."

Blast Off has posed:
Listening to this, Blast Off doesn't really believe Blurr. Why should he? Odds are this is a trick, after all, and not the first time Blurr's pulled something similar. Still, for whatever reason, his finger doesn't pull the trigger- though it remains there, ready. "There are always choices. Some are... more difficult than others. No, you can't undo what's been done, but the future is still a choice to be made- many choices to be made."

Blurr has posed:
"Exactly, there are always choices, Blast Off! But I refused to acknowlegde their existence! I refused to face them, because I was too scared! That's why we're here, pointing weapons at each other instead of friends like we used to be!" Blurr says plaintively. "But what does it matter now? It's too late. The damage has been done. You'll never think of me as anything more than a threat to your existence--to everything that you are and everything you hope to become..."

    He glances around the room quickly, then back at the Combaticon. "Now go--quick, before they get here." Indeed, the sound of Autobot patrol vehicles approaching can be heard. "But I'm warning you--next time, I won't let you off so easily."

Blast Off has posed:
Blast Off frowns under his faceplate at this, not really sure what to make of it. There's a long history of distrust and the time of friendship is long past as far as he's concerned, and yet... that shot remains unfired. The shuttle is not a trusting mech, nor one to forgive easily. In fact Combaticons from almost *any* universe (or alternate one) seem to be rather /unforgiving/. Still, Blast Off is not entirely uncivilized. He'd certainly insist on being quite the gentlemech. "There's a long history between us now, it's not something I easily forget."

So should he fire on Blurr? Blast Off remains undecided, shifting back and forth between a yes and a no. Flickering back and forth between civilized gentlemch and unforgiving -and understandably suspicious- criminal. Plus, he doesn't want to leave Venture here. It sounds as if the mech is either a Decepticon or a Decepticon sympathizer... and even more importantly, he's a wine supplier who still wanted to do business with Blast Off despite evrything! "Then let him go and I may consid-" Oh. As he hears patrol vehicles approach, his choices -and his time- start to run dry. With a long, low huff, he grips his gun tightly..... and makes his choice.

The gun drops down just slightly, and Blast Off begins to step away, still ready for a trick and ready to shoot. He knows what happens when he turns his back on Blurr, Blurr even pointed that out once. "...Very well. Until next time." With that, he reaches the doorway and turns to make his escape.

Blurr has posed:
But the trick never comes. Blurr doesn't shoot him in the back as Blast Off is leaving. He is allowed to escape, slipping away before reinforcements arrive.

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