[ 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.]

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[proveyourmetal]

[If his voicebox weren't giving him trouble, he would have laughed at that.]

Well, when you put it like that...

Think they could send us a manual on making me taller? Say 16 feet taller?

[treacherous_widow]

I wish.

Though, I'd settle for a manual on how to get my beast mode back over being taller. A girl has priorities.

[proveyourmetal]

Haven't been here more than a mega cycle and I already miss my wheels.

[A moment later, another text comes in.]

Wait. Did you say 'beast mode'?

[treacherous_widow]

Yeah? Got a problem with that?

[proveyourmetal]

No problem here. Just don't see it all that often. Most of the bots I know take vehicle modes.

[treacherous_widow]

Good.

[She pauses for a moment then sighs.]

Wasn't an option where I was last. There were no vehicles and being part animal was more convenient for survival.

[proveyourmetal]

Did what you had to. I understand. Besides, I'm sure there's some irony in a bot named 'Bumblebee' saying all this.

What was your pick?

[treacherous_widow]

..Yeah, there kind of is.

My alt was a black widow spider.

The name's Blackarachnia if you're curious.

[proveyourmetal]

[Wow that is too close for comfort to someone else from Bee's universe. Different voice, different attitude, different name, sure. Not to mention Whirl had said there weren't any Cons around.]

[He won't jump to conclusions. Yet.]

You mentioned you knew other Autobots, but I didn't catch what you were?

[treacherous_widow]

Since you asked nicely, I'm a Predacon.

[proveyourmetal]

[There's some confusion. Bee's got Predacons from his world all right, but his kind of Predacon takes on a whole new meaning. He has to double check because of that 'different universe' business Whirl had explained.]

Do the names 'Shockwave' or 'Predaking' mean anything to you?

[treacherous_widow]

No, not really.

The only 'Shockwave' I remember is a bot out of the history tracks and I've never heard of a bot called 'Predaking' before.

[proveyourmetal]

Right. Just had to make sure.

You just reminded me of someone back home.

[treacherous_widow]

...That bot's name wouldn't have been Airachnid, would it?

Trust me when I say that this spider is nothing like that one.

[proveyourmetal]

This conversation would be going a lot different if you were.

I take it you've met her.

[treacherous_widow]

I don't doubt it bee bot.

Yeah, I have. She was here briefly and I'm telling you as a spider, she is one not even I'd want to mess with. That bot was just plain creepy.

[proveyourmetal]

More than creepy. My team have a long history with her [More specifically Arcee. The rivalry is more than personal between them.].

She's not around anymore?

[treacherous_widow]

I kinda guessed that with how the Autobots here reacted. One in particular seemed to react horribly.

[It's none of her business and she really doesn't want to know what it was about.]

Nope. She left months ago.

[proveyourmetal]

[A sigh.]

It's complicated. All you need to know is that this place is much better off without her around.

[Though... he wonders something. Spider lady's been pretty helpful so far.]

Think I could ask you some things?

[treacherous_widow]

Got that.

Uh, sure? What do you want to know Bee bot.

[proveyourmetal]

[Mildly amused, and temporarily derailed:] Bee bot. Is that going to be a regular thing now?

I know we're supposed to fix our realities. Our worlds. Coronamon's pretty insistent about that.

But has anyone even figured out how to do that yet?

[treacherous_widow]

Just so long as you stay on my good side. You don't want to know what I call bots that piss me off.

[Soft snicker.]

Not a fragging clue. We're told we need to fix things but I guess they want us to figure that part out. Though some of the Digimon in charge also seem to want to scrap us and our partners.

Either way you look at it, we're stuck here.

[proveyourmetal]

[He's got a hand over his face, though she can't see it.]

They really planned this out, didn't they?

[And by 'planned this out', Bee really means they did the equivalent of 'haphazardly throwing out a fishing line in the dark and praying they could hook and reel in something that would fix it all.']

You're talking the ones that attacked Terminal Tokyo?

[treacherous_widow]

Oh yeah. One wanted to destroy us, another one wanted to protect us. Guess their idea of 'protecting' is destroying the places we were living and making us spread out to Primus knows where.

[Can we tell she's not happy about that?]

I swear, their idea of 'planning' is even worse than some of the ideas the idiots back home come up with. I rate this just above 'Lets burn everything' and just below 'Lets all throw rocks at it and see what happens'.

[proveyourmetal]

Sorry about that. Everyone I talk to is having a hard time adjusting.

[Now, the second part of that? He'd be laughing if his voice was working right. Predacon with a sense of humor. Imagine that.]

Sounds like you've been in "good company" back home.