[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Format (Closed for now)
Mar 30, 2020 1:29:02 GMT -5
Post by Bumblebee on Mar 30, 2020 1:29:02 GMT -5
Bumblebee hadn’t been back at the Omega Base long, having spent his morning rummaging through a junkyard with Breakdown of all people. There’d been more to it than that, of course - a discussion had taken place, one that he was sure he’d eventually have to bring up to Optimus. But that was for another time, and for now he found himself in his quarters mulling things over as he carefully turned the page on one of his comics.
Everything was quiet - aside from a gentle hum as the air conditioning kicked in, paired with a gentle yet familiar rattle of the vents that he’d grown weirdly fond of in their time here on Earth.
Today had been good so far, and he had plenty of time to kill before he had to go and pick Raf up from school - something that would be done later than normal, because of an after-school club.
Rolling onto his back, he held the tiny comic carefully with one servo above himself and used one digit to daintily turn the page, being careful not to rip or damage the fragile paper. Even though he’d read this comic a million times, Raf had given it to him and therefore it was precious - and one of his favorites!
Lost in the pages, he would hum quietly to himself- before a voice boomed over the relay system that made his frame jolt in a panic. The base’s relay systems didn’t get used much - which was why the sound of Optimus’ voice was so entirely unexpected.
Cameras and bridge logs? Ah slag- for a split second he wondered if there’d been an issue with him going to Haven. He’d logged it, saying he was going scouting for Energon - but hadn’t exactly been specific with details, like where he’d been going.
But that second part...
‘Find me Ratchet’s location. NOW!’
The urgency in that last word - the sentence so… loud, with an almost desperation behind the words spoken. Paired with who it was coming from - someone who never raised his voice? It meant something was horribly, horribly wrong. Something had happened to Ratchet, and whatever it was? Was bad.
He’d already begun moving, legs swinging off the side of the berth when his own name was barked out over the relay, followed by an order.
He wouldn’t respond to Optimus over the comm. He knew that the Prime would know he’d be on the task the second the order had been given, no confirmation needed, no clogging of the comm lines should something more important need to be said.
Dropping the comic, he would move into a hurried walk across the room. Pushing forwards, he would yank the door open, sliding it harshly so it ricocheted some in its tracks, bouncing and slamming closed behind him as he ran down the corridor and toward the elevator. Once inside, he wouldn’t even wait for the doors to close fully, hitting the button over and over and over and over as if to make it hurry up.
The normally two-second elevator ride to the lower levels of the base felt like an eternity today, and he would pull the doors open the second it hit the bottom floor, and once he had enough space to get through? He would break into a run.
Normally he would be careful with his footing, watching where he walked around the corridors - even if for the most part the humans stayed safely up on the catwalks, some of them had been known to get up to no good and linger down below. But this was at the back of Bumblebee’s processor as he continued his urgent pace, down past the storage rooms and into the brig, skidding to a halt.
Carbine was already standing and waiting for him - even down here in the depths of the base, the relay could be heard.
“W-wh̷a͞t’s ̧gó-g̵o-̴in͜g̶ ̸on?!”
The helicopter mech asked, but the confusion and urgent determination written on Bee’s face was probably answer enough that he didn’t know.
--I don’t know, we need to go now though, and fast.--
If something bad had happened to Ratchet, time was no doubt of the essence. He’d never heard Optimus yell like that before, and even though the relay was long-since over, it was something that already Bee was replaying over and over, trying to work out what had happened from mere words alone.
The yellow Scout was one of few who knew the security codes for the brig that Carbine had been locked in, and after another second or two that felt like an eon, the cell barricade would fizzle inactive and fade away, with Carbine free to go.
Now the race to get back upstairs.
Turning quickly on his heel, Bee would push off into a run with a second pair of footfalls at his heels.
--C’mon!--
He knew Carbine was following, he knew he was right there, he knew they could only go so fast - but the stress in his field was rising with each passing second they were down here. Even though it’d only been mere minutes since Optimus had called for them, it was time that Bee wasn’t sure they could even afford to lose.
Carbine seemed confused, stressed, gaze flicking up as the elevator started to rise. While Bumblebee was antsy and high strung, the black and white mech in contrast was ridged and still. He spoke with heavy static, voice low, almost a whisper that ghosted from behind his visor.
“I do̕n͝’t͢ ̨li͡k̢e this. I don͞’͠t... k̷z͜ztt d-don’t... ķz͡t̛”
Shaking his arms out some in the elevator, Bumblebee would shift his weight from pede to pede. A nervous tension that wasn’t bleeding out, he would glance up and over at Carbine, servos curling into anxious fists at his sides.
--I don't either, what do you think could've happened?--
Silence. Carbine didn’t respond to the question, gaze falling upon the elevator doors as they opened with a sort of exhausted look behind his eyes. Bumblebee didn't even wait for a response to his question as it seemed there wasn’t going to be one. The moment the elevator doors opened, he would push off once more into a sprint. Had Carbine even replied to him after they were in motion? He wasn't sure. His attention and focus on the task at hand, hoping Optimus had the answers they sought.
After a few seconds, both mechs would arrive in the Control Room.
((Skip Carbine's tag, as we combo'd it into one post!))
Everything was quiet - aside from a gentle hum as the air conditioning kicked in, paired with a gentle yet familiar rattle of the vents that he’d grown weirdly fond of in their time here on Earth.
Today had been good so far, and he had plenty of time to kill before he had to go and pick Raf up from school - something that would be done later than normal, because of an after-school club.
Rolling onto his back, he held the tiny comic carefully with one servo above himself and used one digit to daintily turn the page, being careful not to rip or damage the fragile paper. Even though he’d read this comic a million times, Raf had given it to him and therefore it was precious - and one of his favorites!
Lost in the pages, he would hum quietly to himself- before a voice boomed over the relay system that made his frame jolt in a panic. The base’s relay systems didn’t get used much - which was why the sound of Optimus’ voice was so entirely unexpected.
Cameras and bridge logs? Ah slag- for a split second he wondered if there’d been an issue with him going to Haven. He’d logged it, saying he was going scouting for Energon - but hadn’t exactly been specific with details, like where he’d been going.
But that second part...
‘Find me Ratchet’s location. NOW!’
The urgency in that last word - the sentence so… loud, with an almost desperation behind the words spoken. Paired with who it was coming from - someone who never raised his voice? It meant something was horribly, horribly wrong. Something had happened to Ratchet, and whatever it was? Was bad.
He’d already begun moving, legs swinging off the side of the berth when his own name was barked out over the relay, followed by an order.
He wouldn’t respond to Optimus over the comm. He knew that the Prime would know he’d be on the task the second the order had been given, no confirmation needed, no clogging of the comm lines should something more important need to be said.
Dropping the comic, he would move into a hurried walk across the room. Pushing forwards, he would yank the door open, sliding it harshly so it ricocheted some in its tracks, bouncing and slamming closed behind him as he ran down the corridor and toward the elevator. Once inside, he wouldn’t even wait for the doors to close fully, hitting the button over and over and over and over as if to make it hurry up.
The normally two-second elevator ride to the lower levels of the base felt like an eternity today, and he would pull the doors open the second it hit the bottom floor, and once he had enough space to get through? He would break into a run.
Normally he would be careful with his footing, watching where he walked around the corridors - even if for the most part the humans stayed safely up on the catwalks, some of them had been known to get up to no good and linger down below. But this was at the back of Bumblebee’s processor as he continued his urgent pace, down past the storage rooms and into the brig, skidding to a halt.
Carbine was already standing and waiting for him - even down here in the depths of the base, the relay could be heard.
“W-wh̷a͞t’s ̧gó-g̵o-̴in͜g̶ ̸on?!”
The helicopter mech asked, but the confusion and urgent determination written on Bee’s face was probably answer enough that he didn’t know.
--I don’t know, we need to go now though, and fast.--
If something bad had happened to Ratchet, time was no doubt of the essence. He’d never heard Optimus yell like that before, and even though the relay was long-since over, it was something that already Bee was replaying over and over, trying to work out what had happened from mere words alone.
The yellow Scout was one of few who knew the security codes for the brig that Carbine had been locked in, and after another second or two that felt like an eon, the cell barricade would fizzle inactive and fade away, with Carbine free to go.
Now the race to get back upstairs.
Turning quickly on his heel, Bee would push off into a run with a second pair of footfalls at his heels.
--C’mon!--
He knew Carbine was following, he knew he was right there, he knew they could only go so fast - but the stress in his field was rising with each passing second they were down here. Even though it’d only been mere minutes since Optimus had called for them, it was time that Bee wasn’t sure they could even afford to lose.
Carbine seemed confused, stressed, gaze flicking up as the elevator started to rise. While Bumblebee was antsy and high strung, the black and white mech in contrast was ridged and still. He spoke with heavy static, voice low, almost a whisper that ghosted from behind his visor.
“I do̕n͝’t͢ ̨li͡k̢e this. I don͞’͠t... k̷z͜ztt d-don’t... ķz͡t̛”
Shaking his arms out some in the elevator, Bumblebee would shift his weight from pede to pede. A nervous tension that wasn’t bleeding out, he would glance up and over at Carbine, servos curling into anxious fists at his sides.
--I don't either, what do you think could've happened?--
Silence. Carbine didn’t respond to the question, gaze falling upon the elevator doors as they opened with a sort of exhausted look behind his eyes. Bumblebee didn't even wait for a response to his question as it seemed there wasn’t going to be one. The moment the elevator doors opened, he would push off once more into a sprint. Had Carbine even replied to him after they were in motion? He wasn't sure. His attention and focus on the task at hand, hoping Optimus had the answers they sought.
After a few seconds, both mechs would arrive in the Control Room.
((Skip Carbine's tag, as we combo'd it into one post!))