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themainframe2014-01-06 02:07 pm
proveyourmetal) wrote in themainframe2014-01-06 02:07 pm
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[ Text // Video ] First Mission
>> [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 insigniacough 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.]
[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
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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Refuelin, bro? Can you teleport a piece of that that pls][The voicebox is always a sore spot.]
[It's always alarming to see human injuries. Bee's are bothersome at best. Wheeljack looks like he's been through a brawn or taken a beating.]
Nevermind that. Wheeljack
That's more than a few dents- you shouldn't be going anywhere like that.
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I can take a hit, kid. You know me by now.
Don't really got much choice, though. Place I was at? Well, let's just say it didn't get such a good 'new years'.
[There's air quotes at the 'new years'. Because he still doesn't get why humans celebrate that part.]
Headin' to where you're at now.
*brawl
[Don't go getting your organic self smooshed.]
[(Burgers will be an endangered species when WheelJack and Bee are done with the place.)]
Terminal Tokyo? Word is that the place is destroyed.
I almost ended up going there myself to make sure you all made it out.
wow the last post totally had the wrong icon
[There's a smirk, although it turns to look up from the feed, as if someone offscreen felt immensely different. Those digimon are STARING at you, Wheeljack.]
...Anyway.
[Yes, let him show you the amazing thing that is food.]
Ya wouldn't find it. It's pretty much brought to the ground.
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I also heard the attack happened because we haven't been 'doing our job.'
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Heh, heard that little gem?
Yeah, give us no direction then 'punish' us for not doin' what we should.
Some irony, huh?
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[Wheeljack, bro. He is missin his wheels big time.]
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That'll be taken care of soon, though.
[Wheeljack, what's that tone in your voice...]
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Wheeljack?
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This is important.]
He wants to build a car!
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A car. Why didn't I see that coming?
Do I win anything if I guess what it's going to look like in advance?
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I don't know. Especially because I thiiiiink you're a car too.
Shame on you, Mr. Car.
[But she pauses, putting a hoof to her mouth ala MLP style. Somehow joints work like that.]
Yes. Reclaim your car honor!
Bah, he doesn't need this.
[Cue an attempt to shove her out of the frame, although she's distinctly fighting it.]
No! I'm making friends too!
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Not sure how I'd go about regaining my car honor.
[Bee's having problems of his own with Coronamon practically hanging off his head and shoulders to see the conversation. But it isn't nearly as bad. He may be amused at Wheeljack's expense.]
And having a little trouble, Wheeljack?
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CAR HONOR!
[Go ahead and laugh, or attempt to, Bee. It's been his life.]
Just fine. Yannow. Pest control and all that.
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Then we'll see about my honor after.