[ Text // Video ] First Mission

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>> [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

[permatext for now on Bee's side]

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[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?

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[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!]

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['Under the weather.' Raf's used the idiom before. A cold, maybe? From their tone, she seems to be on the recovery.]

So nothing serious, then.

[He exhales in relief. No mentions of life threatening injuries either.]

Think you could have her call me back once she's awake?

[He's not cutting off communication with the helpful pair just yet, but he'd rather not interrupt Arcee's recharge cycle by asking for her.]

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I think I can squeeze you into our schedule.

[She clicks her pen again.]

So how about it? Can I get a name this time? Can't call you back if I don't get a name.

He said his name was Bumblebee! Why are you so bad at this?!

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[Bee laughs on the other end.]

I owe you one, then.

It is Bumblebee. Trust me. She'll know it when she hears.

[Hmm.]

Coronamon says you must be her 'partners'?

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[She nods her head and gestures her hand towards the Tapirmon. Time for polite introductions.]

This is Sprocket and I'm Solus. I guess Arcee has a thing for "S" names--

I'm the better partner.

[Well, so much for polite introductions. Solus fidgets with her clipboard a little, her eyes drifting from the feed.]

Y-Yes, well... Sprocket's been Arcee's partner longer, a-anyway... I'm still trying to get the hang of this.

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[That familiar Cybertronian sound. Good, strong names.]

I wouldn't worry about how long you've been Arcee's partner.

You two can't be doing that bad if you managed to slow her down long enough to recharge.

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[That makes Solus brighten up. Words of encouragement?! Why, those are her favorite.

However, they aren't words that can be heard and soon enough a third voice joins the video. This time it's finally the familiar voice of Arcee, although she definitely sounds congested.]

Who are you two talking to now?

[After all, from her end it sounded like her Digimon were talking to themselves for whatever reason. That's something she expects from Sprocket, sure, but Solus was usually above that kind of nonsense.]

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[Bee will have to give the 'importance of partners' pep talk to the two another time. The very subject of their conversation is awake.]

[At least... it sounds like her, albeit a bit muffled. He types with a smile.]

Tell Arcee I said good morning.

And that her Digimon are very thorough.

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[Sprocket decides to give the message to Arcee himself.]

Bumblebee's writing swears.

...What?

[It's not the "swears" that gets her, but rather that he said Bumblebee. Arcee can't rip the Terminal away from her Digimon any faster as she looks into the feed, a small look of horror on her face. Was it true? Is he here? If so, what terrible timing.]

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[Much easier to be lighthearted when he actually sees her in one piece. Though he can't help but stare. Human... but. Still looks very much like her. It's uncanny.]

They were asking my favorite ice cream and everything.

Too bad I wasn't very helpful. Never had it before.

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[Texting? Why is he texting? Arcee rubs her head as she looks over his text, stressed beyond belief. It's one thing to flee a doomed city, be on the road to another city, and wanting to do nothing but sleep thanks to illness. It's another when SUDDEN TEAMMATE comes in. After all, it was easier when the city was still in one piece; she could just take her beloved team members to her own place where they can adjust at their own time. Arcee isn't even near HospiTown yet, there's no way she can reach Bee and go over the details with him.

So instead she only worries about the texting. There's one other person she knows who texts instead of talks, Perry, and that's because he can't.]

Please don't tell me your human voice box is damaged, too.

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[Arcee cuts straight to the heart of the matter- she's always had sharp optics and a keen sense. It's why she's always been in charge of the Stealth Team. Why she catches on lightning fast when it comes to this.]

[He feels a twinge of something in his chest, but there's really not much he can do about it now. Asking for a damaged vocoder to be magically repaired would be wishful thinking...]

I'll count myself lucky I'm still online.

Arcee, do you remember anything before you ended up here?

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[Well when you're sick, wasting time just isn't an option. Arcee's earlier days were filled with confusion and, well, anger thanks to her being the only Cybertronian way back when. Since then she vowed she'd never let her teammates to go through what she did. She wanted to BE there for them. Not being able to hurts, the only thing she can do is go everything pronto.]

Last thing, huh? It's been awhile...

[She rubs her neck as she thinks it over.]

I think we were just getting back to base. Optimus had the Star Saber.

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[Hmm. Bee's turn to contemplate. He couldn't remember actually handing the Star Saber to Optimus. Maybe... it happened after he went unconscious? Or was there something faulty in his memory banks? Was anything erased in the transition to organic?]

I remember the Star Saber...

Do you remember trying to rescue Ratchet? And fighting near the Omega Lock?

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[Excuse Arcee as she stares at the text oddly. She even flips the Terminal over as if expecting some sort of secret message to appear. When that doesn't work, she figures something must be up. Cue eyebrow raising.]

Can't say that I do... Saving Ratchet from what, exactly?

[Miko? Was it Miko?]

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[Uh oh...]

Soundwave nabbed him. We had to track down the Nemesis.

None of this rings a bell?

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[Oh, it rings a bell all right. This sounds similar to the stuff Smokescreen told her during his short time here. Which means...]


Scrap.

[Give her a moment, she's still not used to this timeline nonsense.]

Bee, I don't know how to say this, so here it goes.

You're from the fragging future.

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[There is quite the long pause.]


Arcee what

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[She goes to answer but finds that she has to stop, coughing instead. Sorry, Bee, still sick. When she returns after that little fit, she doesn't look very amused.]

Just...trust me on this. I mean, look at you. You're human. Is it any harder to believe you could possibly be from the future?

[Cough.]

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When you put it like that... I guess it's only a little more ridiculous.

Should you be up and about? Ratch would throw a fit if he were here.

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[A hand rubs over her face.]

Ratchet isn't h--

[No, she stops. Someone's too tired to argue that.]

If I don't keep moving, I'm never gonna get to HospiTown. No offense, but I'm not a fan of sleeping outside.

...By the way, it's called sleeping now.

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HospiTown's not going anywhere, Arcee.

Besides. Your digimon are pretty worried about you.

[Bee's worried too, but that goes without saying.]