[ 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

[Video]

[guilmon]

Hmm... Well, Guilmon didn't see any in the shops before, but maybe it's different in HospiTown! I'm not really sure, since you all have different Digivices than the Tamers from my world.

[He'd give a demonstration of that fact, but Takato's probably got his D-Arc tucked away in his pocket. Bummer.]

Re: [Video]

[proveyourmetal]

[Hmmm. Looks like it's not an advantage available to him and his digimon here. That's unfortunate.]

Thanks anyway.

[Bee thinks to himself. He frowns, asking the digimon about a concern he's had for some time now.]

You really didn't mind fighting all the time?

[Bee isn't used to having someone else fight his battles for him. It feels wrong somehow.]

[Video]

[guilmon]

Well...

[He exhales through his nose, tilting his head back a little.]

Guilmon doesn't really like to fight that much. I'd rather play and laugh with all my friends, but at the same time, fighting's the only way I can protect all the people I care about. That's why I think it's important.

[proveyourmetal]

Sometimes fighting's the only choice.

[That has more meanings than one, for Bumblebee.]

That's the way it was for me and my friends, too.

[guilmon]

Yeah... It's sad, but at least if you've got friends, it's not as bad! Having people to fight with means you're not all alone and there's others who can help you if things get really bad.

[Fighting just for the sake of fighting... Guilmon doesn't like that at all, but in the Digital World, that's just how it was.]

[proveyourmetal]

[He couldn't agree more.] I wouldn't be here if it weren't for my teammates.

[And as a lighter, more humorous afterthought:] It also doesn't hurt to have friends to give you bread when you're hungry?

[Yeah. He may have been talking with some of your friends, Guilmon.]

[guilmon]

That always makes things better!

[He rubs at his belly, which grumbles just a teensy bit.]

...Ah, maybe Guilmon should go grab another piece of bread. You should make sure Coronamon gets lots of food, too, if you can! It's lots harder to fight and evolve otherwise.

[proveyourmetal]

[Bumblebee laughs.]

Well I certainly know what to bring you if we ever meet in person.

And don't worry. I'll make sure he gets his fill. Sometimes he ends up eating three as much as I do anyw

[The text is interrupted by a certain interloper - the very same one that serves as the subject of conversation. The same one that was peering over his shoulder at the time.]

[guilmon]

[S-snort...]

Aww. You don't have to get embarrassed!

[Guilmon leans closer to his communicator and whispers:]

One time, I hate a whole basket of bread in one sitting. Well, more than one time. I'm sure lots of Digimon are like that!

[proveyourmetal]

[Vanguard commandeers the D-terminal.] Just so we're clear, I am not embarrassed, I am not like that, I don't eat three times my fill- Bumblebee is just exhausting to baby sit and I just have a fast metabolism.

[Bee is quietly chuckling, though he can only be seen in part because Vanguard is obnoxiously close to the D-terminal, trying and failing to look intimidating.]

[guilmon]

You have to babysit him?

[He cocks his head to the side, blinking a few times.]

But how come? Does he get into lots of trouble?

[proveyourmetal]

Just take how much trouble your 'Takato' got into and then double that because he suddenly forgot how to be human.

I mean look at this guy. Doesn't his face just spell trouble?

[The D-Terminal swings around to show Bee with his eyebrow raised.]

[guilmon]

[Squinting, Guilmon slides even closer to the camera. He stares for about ten seconds, ears twitching and then, finally, with a grunt...]

I don't see letters on his face. Are you sure about that?

[proveyourmetal]

[Vanguard blinks.]

I... what?

No. It's a saying.

You always take everything this literally?

[Bumblebee may be laughing silently behind him.]

[guilmon]

You mean you meant something else?

[It must be one of those funny sayings people use from time to time. How strange!]

Giru... People say some really weird things sometimes. Guilmon doesn't really get it.

[proveyourmetal]

Don't worry, Guilmon. It happens to me too. Cybertronians are pretty good at understanding human speech- metaphors, sarcasm, irony... but sometimes even I get confused.