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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 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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Good to meet you. You already know my name's Bumblebee.

Wheeljack and I - we're

[The text message is only half finished before the D-Terminal is commandeered by the digimon. The screen switches to Video and Coronamon's face is in the forefront. Bee's surprised one is hovering in the back.]

So ya said your name was Leatherhead, yeah? Well I'm Coronamon!

You're...?

[Oh hi random digimon. At least he doesn't feel inconvenienced. He simply nods at the digimon's direction.]

Hello Coronamon. I have two digimon as well. Their names are Duke and Roadbuster...

[He gives Leatherhead an apologetic smile. Coronamon's just a little excitable since they found each other - don't mind him. Coronamon gives the other two a salute.]

Duke. Roadbuster.

Anyway, Bumblebee here and Wheeljack were friends where they come from. A pal of Wheeljack's is a pal of ours!

[Bumblebee gives a small nod, confirming the statement.]

[Sadly the other digimon weren't paying attention, rather Duke was busy arguing with the monodramon as usual.]

I did not realize he had so many friends...

[Bumblebee nods. He rests a hand on his chest, where his spark would have been.]

And now you got a bunch too!

Why didn't anybody wanna be your friend before? You seem like a nice guy.

I was...

[He rubs his face.]

I was a monster then..

[Coronamon just gives Bee a look. Bumblebee's head tilts, a touch of curiosity and concern. Carefully, he takes the D-terminal and types up a message to Leatherhead.]

Is that what you really think? Or was that just what people called you?

[After getting Duke to read it, he pauses long and hard to meditate on the answer.]

It was both, before I came here.

[Poor Leatherhead. Guy hasn't had it easy.]

Do you still think you are?

Not as much...

[But there are doubts.]

[As much as Bee wants to insist Leatherhead isn't a monster, to say that now would be disingenuous. They've only just met Leatherhead after all. He doesn't patronize the other. Even if he thinks Leatherhead is nothing like the real monsters that he and Wheeljack have seen in their day.]

[For Leatherhead's sake, he turns it private.]

Why did you think you were one?

[Coronamon takes the time to jump in. He's been surprisingly in tune with Bumblebee.] 'Monster' means a lot of things to different people. I mean I'm a digital monster too, and it ain't so bad.

[Maybe it's for the best they leave it private.]

In my world...I was nothing more than a creature of no purpose...there...there is a great force inside me.

It is beyond my control...and on Earth, I had less control...sometimes it could hurt others...

[He regards this thoughtfully. He may not understand the depths of Leatherhead's woes. Not truly. But he does understand one concept that resonates with his own spark.]

Some time ago, there was a time I felt I was helpless. Because of what was inside of me at the time, I had no control. I had a chance to really hurt people, ones that were very important to me.

It was terrifying.

[That he can understand. He understands that a lot.]

...what did you do?

It happened back on Earth. Our leader, Optimus, contracted an illness. Only one bot knew the cure.

[He halts the story for a moment, to clarify before he continues.]

Wheeljack ever mention a 'Megatron' to you?

He did not.

[A name like that sounded ominous though.]

Who is he?

Megatron the leader of the Decepticons and our worst enemy. Former gladiator. Conqueror. Warmonger.

[A monster.]

I volunteered to retrieve the vaccine. Unfortunately, that wasn't all I brought back with me to base. He'd found a way inside my head. None of us knew.

At the time, only our medical officer and a human ally were there with me. He took control.

[That, that must makes Leatherhead grimace, enraged. He didn't like the idea of anyone using anybody for their own uses.]

Did you...did you force him out?

No. Raf kept me grounded and I managed to keep from seriously harming him and Ratchet. But the damage was done. Megatron got what he wanted and left on his own. Left his soldiers to deal with us.

[And he brings it all back to Leatherhead. If he were speaking, it would be softer, and more sympathetic.]

Everyone wants to believe they can change things. Control their life. But to lose control entirely, and have to live with the consequence? I don't wish that on anyone.

Your friends kept you from harming others...just as Michelangelo did...

[The more Duke reads it to him, the more both he and Leatherhead's head sinks. Talk about a precision strike to the heart.]

No...I would not either...

[It's a relief to know there's someone on Leatherhead's side. The way Raf was for him.]

If friends and allies can keep us grounded, then it stands to reason we'd be better off with more of them.

[And in a more hopeful tone:]

If you choose it, Leatherhead. You can count me as one of yours.

You are wise and just.

[Maybe Bee is right...maybe it is better with all these people around him. His anger outburts got frequently less...maybe it isn't that hard to agonize.]

I am willing to give you a chance to be my ally...to be my friend...

[Bee shakes his head at the message. He has a long way to go to be considered those two things. Especially if he measures himself against someone like Optimus.]

I'm just a bot who knows what it's like to have someone else at the wheel.

[Even if Leatherhead doesn't think much of himself, Wheeljack is a part of Bee's family. The older autobot saw something good in Leatherhead, and Bee's willing to trust in that. Chance to be an ally? Bee'll take it.]

Thanks, Leatherhead. I may not be this 'Michelangelo', but if you ever need me, I'll do what I can.

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[He must be a true friend of the Autobots he's come to know, he seems to know what he's talking about.]

Any friend of Wheeljack must be good.

And I shall help you, when the time comes.

[And Duke decides to take the time to interrupt.]

Yeah yeah group hug everybody smiles.

[Coronamon is over here rolling his eyes. All of this is beyond syrupy sweet and sappy to him. Bee, however, finds Duke's comments endearing. ]

The name you mentioned.

Michelangelo. This person's very important to you, isn't he?

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