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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.]
[video]
It was both, before I came here.
[video]
Do you still think you are?
[video]
[But there are doubts.]
[Private]
[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.
[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...
[Private]
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.
[Private]
...what did you do?
[Private]
[He halts the story for a moment, to clarify before he continues.]
Wheeljack ever mention a 'Megatron' to you?
[Private]
[A name like that sounded ominous though.]
Who is he?
[Private]
[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.
[Private]
Did you...did you force him out?
[Private]
[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.
[Private]
[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...
[Private]
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.
[Private]
[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...
edit explosion. lol. sorry.
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.
it's a-ok
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.
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The name you mentioned.
Michelangelo. This person's very important to you, isn't he?
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[Oh god he could talk about Mikey forever.]
He was the first to believe in me as more than a monster...
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[Perhaps a friend? Teammate? Maybe even family.]
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[A loooot of heavy feelings involving Mikey.]
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I had escaped from...a bad place when he had met me. I had fell unconscious but he convinced his brothers to take me in. He fed me, helped me. He was the first to trust me...even when I could not trust myself.
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