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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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[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.
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[Soft snort.]
"Good Company" is putting it mildly. I swear most of them were a few circuits short of a mother board on a good day.
...Though, there were some decent ones. It just depended on what side of the little war you were on.
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Is that a soft spot, I detect?
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In your dreams Bee bot.
[...She's not going to admit to that with a bot she just met. Even if he did hit the nail on the head.]
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Lets just say it was the side you'd probably like.
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You know the deal. Had to ask, of course.
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I went through the same thing when I talked to Optimus and the others the first time in this dump. I guess you could say I'd be worried if you didn't ask.
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Now if I can just keep this new body running.
Coronamon's catching me up and humans need an awful lot of maintenance...
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Yeah, it does but not as much as you think. Just eat, sleep and keep moving and you're good. And clothes are apparently a thing that other organics get pissy about if you don't wear them.
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They would be a lot more practical if they didn't restrict your movement so much and get caught on everything.
Did they give a reason why we even need these? Our digimon don't even have them.
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The sooner we deal with this merged world business, the sooner we can be ourselves again.
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I just wish the moron's that brought us here were more straight forward about this. It's like trying to figure out what Megatron was up to all over again. That was one headache I really, really don't want to repeat.
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So you've crossed paths with Megatron too.
[Hopefully nowhere near as close as Bee did]
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Switching sides was the best thing I could have done after he nearly offlined me twice in a row.
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I can sympathize.
If that's how he treats his teammates, imagine how he'd treat an enemy standing in the way of something he wants.
[Just a little vague. But it's clear he's speaking from experience.]
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[She can tell an by the sounds of it, they have their own different stories to tell.]
I'd say lets go get some ice cream and compare notes, but I still don't know where I'm headed yet.
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Megatron's not getting any Christmas Cards from them next winter.]
HospiTown seems to be a popular destination for most of the people I've talked to so far. Most of the Autobots are using it as a rendezvous too.
...Ice cream?
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Hm. Then it looks like I might make my way to Hospitown. I know Optimus won't mind at least.
Icecream is delicious. It's cold and melts when you eat it and it comes in several different flavors.
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[That is one delicious picture she is painting.] So it's human food.
This calls for some reconnaissance.
[Mission Accepted, spider lady. Mission accepted.]
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Yeah, it's human food. Just don't eat it all before I get there.
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I'm a scout. I take recon very seriously.
Better just to get down here quicker.
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When you put it like that, I'll see what I can do Bee Bot.