1125/Full Circle

Cast of Characters: | Blurr, 12, 136

**Blurr has posed:**
    Today is Gallo's lucky day. Even after he has been languishing in a cell at Garrus-1 for some decacycles by now, the place reserved for the worst of the worst, an officer comes to his cell and opens the door. "Congratulations, your parole has been approved." he says begrudgingly. "Come on, get. Someone wants to see you before you meet with your parole officer in Rodion. Don't have all solar cycle."

**Koinonia (12) has posed:**
"..." Gallo is suspicious, but isn't going to question being allowed out for parole. It's been way to taking way to long for his shareholders off world to post his bail, so being cooped up in here has probably been Gallo's least favorite thing for the past vorn. He follows the officer a bit skeptically, waiting to see who this 'someone' is.

**Blurr has posed:**
    The guard escorts him out of the cell, down the corridor, into the gravlift to the ground floor and then out into the atrium where visitors usually waited. Perhaps much to Gallo's surprise, it's Blurr waiting for him there. He looks...better than he's ever looked, honestly, even sporting some new hardware, it seems.

    The warden goes to collect Gallo's personal things, whatever it was that had been confiscated from his subspace and compartments at the time of his imprisonment, and returns them to him before handing him off to the former racer.

**Koinonia (12) has posed:**
Gallo is, if anything, surprised. "Blurr...?" He blinks, shocked. "Damn! You got an upgrade didn't you? Frag, I honestly thought I'd never see you again. But it's good to see that old friends, stay friends, right?" he chuckles, and approaches the speedster, reaching forward to shake his hand warmly.

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr returns the smile, and takes the handshake. "That's right." he says, nodding to the comment about old friends and getting an upgrade. "I'm--sorry for the way I treated you at Mac's before." he says regretfully. "Obviously I wasn't in a good place. But thanks to the New Institute, let's just say I have a new outlook on life, now."

    He turns and starts to escort Gallo out of the prison. "But that's all in the smelting pits. I knew your parole review was coming up, so I had to make sure I pulled the right strings to get you out of here."

**Koinonia (12) has posed:**
"Well, hey, everyone makes mistakes. Besides, I owe you one for saving me at Mac's that one time." Gallo says with a grin, "And everything's going to be alright. I'm on parole, with my bail going to post within the next decacycle or two - and you've got a new chassis, and a happier outlook on life. Things don't get any better, do they?" he says. "Why don't we go for a drink? Celebrate?"

**Blurr has posed:**
    "As a matter of fact, they can." Blurr replies, still smiling as the two of them head out toward the docks to get a shuttle back to Starsreach. "I've decided to take you up on your offer. I've never really been off-planet, save for a few times here and there, so how could I turn down an opportunity to do some exploring? Uh, that is, if it still stands." he adds."

    As for celebratory drinks. "You read my processor. I was going to invite you back to my place in Translucentia. We could have a drink or several, and discuss the details of your travel plans?"

**Koinonia (12) has posed:**
Gallo's optics light up. "Really? Ah, well, I figured you'd see the light eventually," he says with a grin, "and of course it still stands! Never a time like the present to get away, right?" As they head for the shuttle at Starsreach, he continues, "Sounds like a plan. You know, I guess I never really got to talk up the opportunity before you turned it down. This planet .. it's loaded. It's chock full of resources. Win them over, and the Autobots will have access to everything necessary to win, and end the war. It's all I ever wanted in the first place, actually."

**Blurr has posed:**
    "An honorable goal, for sure." Blurr says, nodding. He walks up to a kiosk and pays for the service of a small, private, drone-operated transport. It's not long before the ship lands at the docks and the doors open, waiting for them to board.

    "To be honest, I don't remember what drove me to do...what I did, before." The former racer says as he heads inside. "But if I had to hazard a guess, it probably had something to do with being tired of this war."

**Koinonia (12) has posed:**
"Right," Gallo affirms. "Well, you know what they say, everyone always eventually gets what's coming to them. I believe in doing the right thing, no matter the cost. And at least now, it's coming to fruition. Almost, anyway," he chuckles.

 He follows Blurr inside the drone operated transport, shaking his helm. "Blurr, don't worry about it. It's honestly fine. We're all tired of this war. But now that you're taking my offer, we really might be seeing the end of it in the near future."

**Blurr has posed:**
    'Everyone always eventually gets what's coming to them.'

    Right...maybe not for -everyone-. But certainly for Gallo.

    Blurr chuckles. "Yes, you're right, Gallo. Most of what happens to people, they were asking for it, in some way." He says, sitting down and strapping in as the transport alerts its passengers that it is taking off for Starsreach Spaceport in Iacon.

    He nods at that last comment. "Yes--and you know I think I'm starting to really look forward to going back to the racing life for a while. I--did miss it."

    The ship moves out of the docks and breaks atmosphere, launching up into the blackness of the void between Cybertron and its moon.

**Koinonia (12) has posed:**
Gallo chuckles. "Of course you did! Damn, all you did back in the day was race, can't believe you hardly do any of it now..."

 Once the drone operated transport reaches the atmosphere of Cybertron, a small, cloaked flying vehicle will start following them from a distance. Perhaps Blurr will notice, Gallo definitely will not...

**Blurr has posed:**
    The craft starts to heat up on the outside due to friction with the atmosphere, creating a haze around it that is visible from the windows. A news broadcast from the Iaconian Newsfeed Service is playing on a videopane in the passenger cabin, where a reporter is talking about some mech named Monte having been found dead some megacycles ago in the southernmost sectors. He was last seen alive at the Red Guardian Inn, a bar in the western commercial district.

    Blurr watches the report vacantly, then frowns pulls out a datapad and frowns at something on it before putting it away. "Yes, well. You know how it is." he replies finally. "More important things to concern myself with these cycles. Battles to fight and win. But hey, if racing can help us win those battles, then all the better."

**Koinonia (12) has posed:**
Gallo curses when the new broadcast starts running. "Frag! That mech was mixed up with Pharma. Heh, well. Good riddance, Primus." He doesn't seem to notice Blurr's reaction, and seems to preocuppied with the subject at hand to respond to Blurr's other comment. He leans back in his seat. "You know, don't feel bad or anything, you were a different guy back then, but if you'd just taken my offer then, I'd never would have even thought to pay a visit to that fragger, Pharma. I mean, you know he's the one behind all of this, right? Honestly, he has a way with words. After you'd turned me down, I figured we could just talk, the idea was a stretch and a bit morally ambiguous, even if it meant the war would in effect, end. But he made it seem so doable, and lucrative. He talked me into it. Stupid bastard."

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Oh, he was, was he?" Blurr asks suddenly, arching a brow at Gallo. "So you all worked together, huh?" he notes, when Gallo says Pharma was behind it all. "Well," he smirks. "The Convocation seems to think otherwise. But whatever," The speedster says dismissively. "It doesn't matter anyway, right? On to the greater things."

    The vessel jostles just a little bit as it maglocks to docking bay E4 at Starsreach Spaceport, and the drone ship announces that it has arrived at its destination. The doors open again, then Blurr gets up, though he waits for Gallo to go first.

**Koinonia (12) has posed:**
"Yeah, I guess," Gallo says with a frown, thought it's clear he's not ready to move on at all. He doesn't further comment on the subject though, because just then the vessel jostles and docks. He springs to his feet and then exist the drone ship. "I hope you have some Nightmare Fuel on tap..."

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr grins as they make their way to another public transit service to Translucentia. Sure, he could probably get there on his own faster than the transport could, but he'd be leaving Gallo behind in that case! "Of course I do, it's my favorite, you know."

    Again, he pays for the service and they quickly get a private cab, one of the more expensive ones that have reserved airways to get its high-paying customers where they need to be faster than the normal routes.

**Koinonia (12) has posed:**
Gallo happily follows Blurr to the private cab, and gets in, thankful for the luxury transport. "You know, I forgot how good it feels to have shanix," the engex connoisseur says with a sigh.

Meanwhile, the small cloaked transport continues to follow Blurr and Gallo, all the way to Blurr's house in Translucentia Heights...

**Blurr has posed:**
    The transport does indeed take the both of them to the western sectors, where Translucentia Heights still houses most of Cybertron's richest mechs, including Blurr. "Well, you're about to remember that life again." he says happily, as the cab arrives, and he takes Gallo up to the topmost floor where that fancy penthouse of his looks out over the one of the best views in the city.

    He sits down in the living area and gets on ordering the server drones to bring up a bottle of Nightmare Fuel. "Hope you like it hot." he smirks.

**Koinonia (12) has posed:**
Gallo relaxes on one of the recliners with a satisfied sigh. "Hell yeah," he says with a chuckle.

 "Ah," he says, "you know me too well, Blurr."

 "Say, you wouldn't happen to know anything about what happened to Greymatter's old experiment do you? Heh, the guy use to have him watch you around the clock, because you were considered the 'successful' one. Also, because it was part of his training or whatever. I mean, Greymatter's dead now, but I kinda wonder, what happened to all his 'stuff.' He was a smart mech. Just made some fool moves, that's all."

**Blurr has posed:**
    The drones bring the drinks over, and set them on a low table in front of the posh seating. Blurr takes out some kind of controller and plugs into it, after which the glass doors to the balcony in front of them open to let in the fresh air.

    He peers at Gallo. "Greymatter?" A pensive frown, then he nods. "Oooh, that one." he shrugs. "I dunno, probably smelted it after the Senate pulled his funding, that's my best guess. I can only hope it wasn't anything worse than that."

**Koinonia (12) has posed:**
"Yeah," Gallo continues, "although, I sort of wish that didn't happen," he says, "I mean, he'd be welcome aboard my ship. I could definitely use skills like his," he says casually.

"Always admired Axle for his brilliance and perseverance," he says, "but I have to say, that time he made you sabotage Greymatter's research so that the government would ultimately end up giving their money to the IAA instead of to his private project, that was pretty lowball move." Then he laughs. "Honestly, don't blame him though, and it all worked out anyway. I'm glad he did what he did, because you might have not turned out as successful as you did. Besides, Greymatter never would have been desperate enough to take me up on my offer to bail him out of prison if that hadn't happened, either."

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Heh," Blurr shrugs again and helps himself to some of the drinks. "Guess you gotta do what you can with what you have." He remarks, regarding the story about the sabotage. "And gotta do it before someone else does it, you know? But, of course, if you have me in your toolkit, then you're definitely bound to do it before someone else does it." he smirks.

    "And, you're right. It all worked out in the end," he says, handing a glass to Gallo. "Well, except for poor Greymatter, I guess. But I don't think he ever expected things to really 'work out' for him. At least, not after the sabotage."

**Koinonia (12) has posed:**
"Oh, definitely," Gallo says with a smile. "Ah, hell, who cares. I certainly don't. He's dead, technically killed by that Autobot medic, so it doesn't really matter. I knew things would never work out for him, and that would have been his own fault if he didn't realize it." He takes the glass and raises it for a toast. "To a better future?"

 Suddenly, behind them, near the hallway with the gravlift, there's a barely audible sound of movement. Gallo notices, and frowning, turns around. "...hm?"

**Blurr has posed:**
    "Ratchet? Oh, no. Ratchet is too much of a bleeding spark to do anything like that, not even to the people he hates most. He had no intention of killing anyone. 'Technically', you killed him. You, and Pharma--assuming you're telling the truth about all that and not just trying to make yourself look better in front of me, like you always do."

    Suddenly, a path blaster folds out of one arm, while he picks up a glass with the other. He smirks. "I should tell you...this isn't personal, Gallo. Honestly, you might be a lying, manipulative pile of scrap who does nothing unless it's for his own gain, but--who am I slagging? It just reminds me of myself, really. Maybe in a different world--we could have had something of a business relationship. But as it is, I've got a job to do, just like I always have. It's like you said earlier. 'Everyone always eventually gets what's coming to them.' Right? So yeah, not personal. But yes," he says, raising the glass. "to a better future. Just not for -you-."

    And just as Gallo is turning around, distracted by the noise, he fires the blaster right into the back of his helm, point blank.

**Mimic (136) has posed:**
He didn't even have time to speak, or protest, and never would have seen it coming, not in a million years. He'd really thought Blurr was trying to be friendly and make up for lost time between them by accepting his deal. His helm, now sporting a giant, bloody hole, makes a soft thunking sound as it collides with the carpet.

And then, the sound from near the gravlift makes itself present, and fully known. "How... DARE you!!!" the shapeshifter rages, cannons blazing. "He was my LAST chance at finding answers! You'll /pay/."

**Blurr has posed:**
    Blurr doesn't seem fazed or started at all by the sudden revelation of the 'mysterious' stalker. He jumps and twists sideways in the air, the blast passing harmlessly underneath him. "Sorry," he says with a smirk. "But like I said, I have a job to do. Besides, haven't you heard enough already? Doubt he knew anything else, anyway. Yeah, I know you followed us all the way from sub-orbit. I'm not as -stupid- as you might think."

    Time to put that new hardware to use. A compartment on his shoulder opens and he fires an EMP at Mimic, attempting to disable but not kill him.

**Mimic (136) has posed:**
But maybe all their talk about Blurr being the successful one was simply just talk, because just as easily as Blurr dodges Mimic's plasma blast, the shapeshifter just easily evades his EMP blast. His optics narrow. "..."

 He cloaks, disappearing from view.

 Mimic tightbeams him. "<Your bragging is your downfall, you pathetic slave.>" The data Blurr is receiving from the tracker he'd put on Mimic will tell the speedster the shapeshifter is on the floor directly above him, but when he gets up there, he'll only find a crackling tracker pin with wires protruding from it lying on the floor.

**Blurr has posed:**
    << Is it worse to be a pathetic slave who can move faster than anyone on the entire planet and has everything, or a deranged failure of an experiment who is free but has nothing? >> Blurr sneers in reply. << If you're trying to make me feel inferior, you're terrible at it. >>

    The mech cloaks, and he follows the signal, only to find a dead end. "Slag it." he mutters, then shrugs and returns to his hab suite, where he immediately has the drones dismantle and dispose of Gallo's body as well as clean up the...bodily fluids on the floor.