@baddestdangerboy || plotting call!
He had gotten away with sticking primarily to Archimedes the last time he had been on the island, but now that he’s back and running more than just his bar, it had seemed important for him to get a better sense of Spirale as a whole. He needs to be fully informed if he is to adequately answer any newcomer questions, after all, and he needs the personal experience in order to help guide them when it comes to making suggestions about which locations they ought to explore.
...and which they ought to avoid, as the case may be.
Crimson Lane is not Blurr’s idea of a good time. He’s seen his fair share of corruption throughout the galaxy, but it’s usually come with the reassuring knowledge that he was there to ensure that corruption didn’t spread.
It’s one thing to endure undercover work when you know the arms-dealers and smugglers you’re mingling with will be arrested within the deca-cycle. It’s quite another to drive slowly through the darkened streets of Spirale’s criminal underground without so much as a pair of stasis cuffs in your storage compartments.
He’s about to head home-- he’s seen all he needs to, and the trek back to Fibonacci will be slow and boring now that he’s run down his limited use of his speed. Before he can, however, he catches movement at he periphery of his sensors. The situation seems quite obvious even from afar; it’s one against... quite a few more than one, and the outnumbered party appears to be in far from perfect health already.
Blurr doesn’t waste time considering his options.
A faint roar of his engine is all the warning the organics get before a sleek-looking car is barreling straight into the narrow side alley, startling the group of thugs loosely-circling the lone young man. The vehicle screeches to a halt seconds before it can collide with anyone, and the group gives another round of shocked yells and “what the fuck?”s as plating shifts smoothly into the form of a towering bipedal.
The Autobot looks down at them with a hard, unreadable expression, but when he speaks, it’s obvious his question is meant not for the gaggle of goons in front of him but instead for the man they had had cornered.
“Alright let’s get right to the point. What’s going on here?”













