[ Text // Video ] First Mission

[proveyourmetal]

>> [Text Message to the Network] <<

[First things First. Bumblebee sends out an urgent message, seeking out his allies. Please be all right...]

Autobots. Do you read? Bumblebee to Autobots.

What's the situation? Everyone make it out??   

[Unwilling to divulge further information on an unsecured line, the message ends there. Unfortunately, Bee won't be able to reply for another 20 minutes.]





>>[Video to the Network 20 minutes later] <<

[Scaring the marbles out of knucklehead teenagers is difficult enough when you're the size of a Golden Retriever, but Coronamon manages it just fine. And with flare!]

[He even records the image of those scuffed up teenagers as they make a hasty retreat, their digimon hot on their tail. It's one of the first images showing where it's happening: on a well traveled road near HospiTown.]

[Coronamon kicks at the dirt, sending a symbolic farewell in their wake.]

Yeah, that's right! Turn tail and run, ya good for nothin' lunkheads!

[The D-terminal swivels around, and Coronamon's head fills the entirety of the screen.] Kids, these days. More concerned with intimidatin'' Bits out of unsuspecting newbies than doing our duty. What this world comin to?

[The delinquents might have been able to intimidate a couple of Bits out of other newcomers (already had, most likely), but Coronamon's not the average digimon. Besides, there was no way Coronamon was going to let them ruin his day. He's finally found his partner: Bumblebee. The D-Terminal settles on the young man standing some ways away, clad in an orange and black suit bearing a peculiar red insignia cough Autobot brand.]

Smile for the cam!

[Coronamon toddles forward for a more dramatic shot, and after some prompting, Bee finally indulges his partner's cinematic venture with a celebratory gesture of his own. He raises a casual fist and pats his arm. That's the power of squishy human fists and fire wielding organic creatures, he supposes]

[Sorry, Terminal. Bee's not real talkative. Still, wordless as Bumblebee is, it's clear that something is wrong with him. He's in relatively good shape (aside from the fact that he may be favoring his left foot and he's sporting some smears of dirt across his face and suit. Both of those are his own fault anyway- this new body's a little awkward...). Yet the frown on his face as his hands come to rest over his stomach is perplexed, almost to the point of bewilderment]

H-hey. Whatsamatter? [Coronamon scrambles over, inspecting his partner until a familiar grumble meets his ears. Coronamon's shoulders sag in relief. The D-terminal shudders as he laughs.]

Way to scare a guy. That aint no injury, that's called an empty stomach!

You're hungry, ya goof.

[Hungry!? Bumblebee's stare remains fixed on Coronamon. He used to be a giant  robot. How's he supposed to handle this as a human? The feed finally cuts.]

Comments

[Text]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Well, a text to the Autobots is a good way to tell that this guy is from your world, that's for sure. Wheeljack, however, almost scrolled past it, eyes half-lidded in apathy until he saw that word.

And did a dead stop, scrolling back up his D-Terminal. The other hand was occupied for the moment, busy holding a sandwich, so his text's will probably look even worse than they usually are.

Enjoy his attempts, Bumblebee.]

bee


that u

[Way to introduce yourself, idiot.]

[Text]

[proveyourmetal]

[The grammar doesn't phase Bee too much. Miko's text messages are ten times worse.]

[The hit back brings hope! He's hesitant to celebrate, though. Could be a Con, could be from Team Prime, could be anyone...]

It's me. Who's this?

[Text]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[One can only imagine how beautiful those must be to decipher.

But where are his manners? Time to clear up the mystery.]

wheeljack


id say good to c u but not the best welcome huh

[text]

[oneeyedterror]

Depends on what we're supposed to have made it out of, Bee.

[Of course this is sent after the video, because... Whirl is a lazy little shit (Best Autobot). That and kind of, huh at how Bumblebee looks as a human. Not going to get his hopes up here.]

[text]

[proveyourmetal]

[Bee's a little hesitant to get his hopes up too. He certainly can't mention the Omega Lock. Hmmm.]

'Nemesis' mean anything to you?

[text -> video]

[oneeyedterror]

[Squinting on his end, trying to recall if he's heard that name for anything at all in regards to a certain yellow Autobot and he is about to type a reply when...]

asjdskfjksd

[click, SUDDENLY video, a jostle of video which will show Bumblebee some important things. And no not the pig-tailed eyepatched girl that is Whirl, but that familiar red Autobrand on his denim over-alls and man it looks like this kid is on something windy.]

Slagging hell, Jetstream fly steady I'm talking to frikking Bumblebee here! Even if the little guy is saying some nonsense.

[Video]

[robotfightclub]

An Autobot!

[As soon as the D'Arcmon received that text message, she was quick to pull out her clipboard in an over dramatic fashion and send back a video message of her own. The Tapirmon next to her doesn't seem as amused.]

Where are you even keeping that?

[HE GOES IGNORED. She clicks her pen with a glint in her eye.]

I was given direct orders by Arcee to keep track of any and all Autobots. Name? Partner's name? Date of birth? Blood type? Shoe size? Favorite flavor of ice cream?

When did she ask for any of that?!

[Despite how they rattle on about Arcee, there doesn't seem to be an Arcee in sight.]

[permatext for now on Bee's side]

[proveyourmetal]

[And that's precisely who Bee's hoping will pop up on the screen once he hears the name. He has to make sure. Sorry, D'Arcmon. She won't be finding out Bee's favorite ice cream just yet. First things first:]

All right, slow down a sec. Did you guys say Arcee?

Is she all right? Where is she?

Re: [permatext for now on Bee's side]

[robotfightclub]

[The two of them stop bickering as the D'Arcmon reads over Bee's text. Why a text? Well, whatever! She's still happy to answer.]

Right! Sorry... Arcee's been under the weather because of the, well, weather. She's resting now.

I'm pretty sure she's fine now!

Better safe than sorry.

[Someone may or may not have developed a bit of an overprotective complex when she accidentally smashed Arcee's head against some pavement trying to protect her. Not making anymore mistakes this time!]

Video

[bigsoftie]

[After having Duke read to the ex-gator, Leatherhead had to answer as soon as possible.

Oh hey Bee, say hi to the teenager who's been adopted by Wheeljack...it's as crazy as it sounds.]

You know the Autobots?

[permatext on Bee's side]

[proveyourmetal]

Know the Autobots? You're talking to one now.

You know them too?

[Or texting with one. Same thing.]

Permavideo

[bigsoftie]

[It's always surprising to see one show up. He believed their numbers to be few.]

I believed you were one when Duke read me this message.

But yes, I know them well.

[Text] - MUTE FRIENDS 8D

[perrytheperson]

Hello. I'm Perry.

Saw you mentioned the Autobots. Hope they contacted you, pretty sure they made it out of Terminal Tokyo okay.

Unless you're talking about some other incident. Which makes sense...

[Text] /o/ \o\

[proveyourmetal]

Good to meet you, Perry. Name's Bumblebee. I've gotten in contact with two of them but the rest of my team's unaccounted for. Things were already complicated enough with the fighting back home. What happened in the city just made everyone even harder to find.

[A hesitant pause.]

You're sure they made it out of the city? I heard the whole area was destroyed...

[Whirl's given him some tidbits about what happened, but he wants to be sure.]

[Text]

[perrytheperson]

Ran into Arcee on the way out of town. I've heard from Wheeljack since then. Not sure who else you might be looking for, those are the two I'm mostly in contact with and I hadn't heard them mention anyone not making it out of their group.

[Voice]

[treacherous_widow]

Another Autobot huh? Well, it could have been worse. So do yourself a favor and listen to the thing with you and go eat something before you do something equally stupid and pass out.

[permatext for bee for now]

[proveyourmetal]

This would be a lot less confusing if organic bodies came with a manual...

[Voice]

[treacherous_widow]

Oh yeah? Look down at your partner. That's your manual to being organic. Or at the very least a convenient weapon since they took most of ours away.

[voice]

[one_shallstand]

Bumblebee! This is Optimus! It is good to finally hear from you...!

[text]

[proveyourmetal]

[Oh thank Primus, he's okay. The last time he'd seen Optimus, things had been dire.]

Optimus!!

Are you all right?!

[voice]

[one_shallstand]

Of course I am, Bumblebee. And yourself? You are undamaged?

[guilmon]

[Guilmon stares at the camera for about fifteen seconds, occasionally sniffing, grunting, and scratching his snout.

Then realization dawns on him! Something isn't right.]

Hey, how come your partner isn't talking? Is he shy?

[Video]

[proveyourmetal]

Nah- he's broken.

He used to be a big robot, but I guess squishing him down into a tiny body must've knocked some nuts and bolts loose.

[The topic of the conversation is standing just a few feet behind Coronamon. Bumblebee's arms are loosely crossed. He's not angry... but he does look like he disagrees with that particular turn of phrase.]

[Video] WILL YOU ACCEPT A LATE REPLY...

[lionhearted_destiny]

[A teenage girl, with a Leomon by her, is at a train terminal, which looks to be particularly green and covered in foliage. Seems like the train's taking a rest stop.]

An Autobot? Are you another one of Arcee's friends?

[permatext on Bee's side] ALWAYS

[proveyourmetal]

[He's considerably more relaxed now that he's gotten in touch with the other bots.] Yes. As a matter of fact I am. We're teammates from the same unit.

You know Arcee?