[ 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

[oneeyedterror]

When you live through a war that was four million years long, you find humor in whatever scrap you can find.

[Also Whirl is kinda messed up, but shh don't tell anyone that.]

Yeah, see. This happened before Autobots and Decepticons were ever a thing. Pre-War stuff, kid.

[proveyourmetal]

[Truth be told, he never knew what Cybertron was like before it was ravaged by conflict. It was all in things he'd read, watched and heard from the other bots.

Bee's knows horrible things happen during war. He's seen some of them happen in person. But it doesn't anger him any less.]

What kind of bot would even want to subject someone to that? And why?

[oneeyedterror]

The ones in charge, of course. Can't have folks not listening to them or doing things that could upset them.

[He's quiet for a moment as what he says comes out with a much different tone then everything else he's said so far. It's kind of sad.]

Or, you know, refuse to kill people for 'em.

[proveyourmetal]

[Bee's expression hardens.]

[He understands the implication of that second statement, even if he's not sure how it specifically relates to Whirl. But the other Autobot hasn't ever used that tone before. The moment sticks out to Bumblebee.]

Well, when we restore Cybertron after the war ends? That'll never happen. Not on our watch.

[oneeyedterror]

Well it's not really something that happened in your world, right?

[Pffft, he's trying to not laugh again.]

War's over. Has been over for almost a year before I got here.

[proveyourmetal]

I haven't heard of it happening, not on our world. And we'll keep it that way.

There's just one thing I don't understand.

[oneeyedterror]

Hm.

What one thing, kid?

[proveyourmetal]

What does all this have to do with Optimus?

[oneeyedterror]

Oh that.

He pretty much said he thinks the Prime I know allowed it to happen to someone in his care.

[proveyourmetal]

So I'm guessing your Prime's the kind of person who would never let that happen.

[oneeyedterror]

He's the kind of guy who gave up being Optimus Prime to keep the peace after the war. So yeah, you guessed right.

[proveyourmetal]

[If he were speaking, it would be slow and even a little apologetic. As of now, all he's got is text. He'll have to make due.]

It sounds like your Prime is someone who deserves respect and it was important to you that other people understand that.

But Optimus probably didn't know that. Couldn't know that. You weren't even sure if you could trust me earlier, remember?

[oneeyedterror]

...

[Silence as he's reading what Bee wrote and then.

Whirl is just going to laugh, and laugh and laugh.]

[proveyourmetal]

[Well that's a little... disconcerting.]

What's so funny?

[oneeyedterror]

I already told Prime some stuff, when we first met here too.

Helps that he sounds just like Pax from home.

[PETER CULLEN VOICE is pretty much what got Whirl to actually tell it was Optimus right off the bat, unlike the rest of you chumps.]

[proveyourmetal]

What 'stuff' exactly?

[oneeyedterror]

Stuff that little guys don't need to know about.

[proveyourmetal]

Little guys don't need to hear about it? Or do you really mean you just don't want to talk about it?

[oneeyedterror]

The first one.

[No, really the second one. And Whirl being an asshole.]

[proveyourmetal]

[Exasperated sigh.]

There's no reasoning with you, is there?

[oneeyedterror]

You're reasoning with me? [Amused snort.]

Just ask Prime if you're really that curious, some of the stuff isn't my business to share.

[proveyourmetal]

Maybe. Though it may be a lost cause.

[Because Whirl is such a gem, of course.]

I'll ask him.

[oneeyedterror]

Or you're not that good at it.

[He's a frikking diamond, Bee.]

Have fun with that, little guy.

[proveyourmetal]

I'll be sure and practice for next time.

[Or not.]

[A sparkling, one-eyed, green-haired diamond.]

[oneeyedterror]

[Pffft. Whirl laughs at that.]

Well then, see you 'round, little guy.