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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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... The human medics determined it. He fell in battle.

You... were there. You have to know.

That hasn't happened for me yet.

That's another thing...there seems to be a time discrepancy here. Mikaela is from after the battle of Egypt, and told me about both Sam and Optimus. I...

I'm from before any of that happened. We just finished fighting the Decepticons in Mission City.

It... what?

Before... all of that? How is this... possible? That was... years ago.

...no theories.

Unless my memory was tampered with. Which I doubt.

We fought together... you have... you cannot have been here!

...

We need to return. Now!

Where are you?

... wasn't paying attention. Saw my cannons missing, in a strange room... no one around...

Nothing else mattered. Had to locate you, and the others.

[He wants to see ~~big brother~~ Ironhide something fierce.]

Can you make it to the top deck? There's a lot more room to move up there; I can meet you.

Hmpf! "Can I make it". Wasn't damaged that badly...

I will find you there.

[Yeah yeah, you big cranky officer. Roll out already; Bee's making his way up too.]

[Yeah, well his chest was on fire for a while, and there's no Ratchet to fix it up, he's got rights. Drivin' up to find you too, Bee.]

[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.

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