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1st Transmission

Where... where is this! What's going on! I will not tolerate this nonsense! There is a battle going on--

[Brief moment of stunned silence, and then, a roar that shakes the communications devices of all those listening]

Where... are... my cannons! Who touched them! Show yourself! Or I shall tear this place apart to find you! How dare you lay hands on me and my weapons! When I find you, I will not hesitate to--do not think I cannot destroy you without them! Answer me! Now!

Optimus' orders or no, when I find the responsible party, you will be reduced to your basic components before you can blink!

[Another pause, and then, quieter, but no less agitated]

Hmn. Oh, should... Autobots. Come in! Where are you! I have been taken from the field... What is Prime's status? Respond!

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[Once he sees those injuries he will go WE ARE TAKING YOU TO THE ROBOT DOCTOR STAT. Anyway, 'Bee is up there and waiting, already transformed and just hanging out near the railing.]

[Oh come on Bee, this is nothing! Really! And it's not like he'd let anyone else poke at him!

... And here he comes pulling up behind him... and noticing SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT.]

... You are... taller.

[...oh.

OH. This...this is rich. This is AWESOME. He'd thought he was scaled down to eight to half his height, and that the others would still be taller than he. But this-

A brief, electronic laugh escapes before he can help himself.]

[Sputters--this is NOT awesome, Bee!]

When did you... you don't... look reformatted! Why--[dawning realization.]

...

They have downgraded me!?

[OPENLY LAUGHING NOW. He at least has the decency to turn away, holding out a hand.]

[Where's a wall, there's a wall here, right? Okay, it's getting punched. This SO isn't fair.]

This is not funny! They took my cannons, they downgraded me, they separated us! Stop laughing!

[He's right. He's right, it's not funny, shut up 'Bee.

Calming himself down, Bumblebee pings Ironhide briefly with a short-wave signal to establish a connection. Easier than using the comms or talking, at least.]

[Makes himself calm down too, making motions to try and prime his cannons... except they won't appear.]

Hm? Oh...

[Pings him back--Connection established!]

[Oh good.]

You're damaged.

[Head tilts, shrugs.]

Same as always... There was a battle... Egypt. Nothing that serious...

[Awkward pause.]

You? Undamaged? Nothing has harmed you?

[Yeah, NOT telling Ironhide that he just returned from a gruesome melty death.]

I'm fine. But we should try and find someone to repair you, though.

[Yeah, no that would be bad.]

I said I'm fine. Should worry about finding a way back first. I... cannot leave Prime like that. Or the others...

[Still can't get used to looking 'Bee in the optics. This is WEIRD.]

You have any information? Has anyone returned?

[...yeah, that IS weird. So Bumblebee actually sinks down to have a seat on the deck and- yes, that feels a little more normal.]

Mikaela said that both Sam and Optimus come back to life. I...didn't ask her all of the details, but I trust her. She wasn't lying.

[Good job, Bee. This is much more comfortable.]

... Optimus... lives? Then, it worked? He...

[He needs a moment. So he'll turn away and be quiet, for a second--This has just made his DAY, or week or however long Optimus was dead for.]

Then we need to get back to him.

[And this really kills 'Bee to say this, because what self-respecting scout reports back with such a lack of information?]

...I don't know how.

[Another pause, while he sorts this all out. He's not mad at Bumblebee, but... mad is how he deals.]

I need... to shoot something. Badly. Has to be a way! We were brought here!

'Bee knows, it's cool man.]

Information is a very valuable resource here. I've scanned the logs over the ShipNET as far back as I can, but anything concerning method of arrival or escape has either been removed or locked by something even stronger than our hacking capabilities.

[Shifts around, glaring at whatever dares to move]

How is that possible? This is a human vessel. It should have human systems. If Ratchet were here--

[Pause there.]

... He isn't. Is he? We are alone.

[Bumblebee nods slowly.]

As far as I can tell. Aside from that other-universe Hound, you and I are the only Autobots here right now.

[Muttering to himself] Haven't been apart since the war started... Going to be too quiet...

[Intake air.]

Hound? Other-Universe? [Pause] I am... sorry... that you have been alone...

[Bumblebee makes an inquiring sound; a raising lilt as he tilts his head.]

Nothing.

[Awkwardly... pats... him.]

[...FFT. You are so awkward, Ironhide.]

I'm fine. Lasted longer on Earth without any contact, remember?

[He doesn't do this kindness thing very well.]

You did. But you had your weapon systems. You were normal sized.

[Oh, clearly. Bumblebee shrugs, though.]

It could've been much worse. I'm more upset about how hard it is to find anything out here.

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[Commentlog] i'm so sorry this is so late D:

[Commentlog] It's okay D8

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