[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Burning Curiosity [Closed | Carbine]
Jun 11, 2020 2:02:51 GMT -5
Post by Bumblebee on Jun 11, 2020 2:02:51 GMT -5
Episode 3 | Week 1 | Day 6
Late Afternoon
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Bumblebee wasn’t quite sure what was going on.
Something bad had happened, that much was obvious - hell even someone who was barely paying attention could probably work that much out. But when it came to specifics and actual details? Bee had been left pretty much in the dark.
There was probably a good reason for that, even if that reason was simply that it wasn’t any of his damn business. Even so, it would only be a matter of time before rumors began to swirl or misinformation was handed out, and Bee wasn’t the type to listen to - or believe - gossip.
No, he wanted to find out from the source.
The clues he had to go on were few and far between. He hadn’t seen Thunder and Carbine make their way through the ground bridge, followed by Patch, Windshield and Ratchet. He’d been in his quarters - recharging. Whatever happened, happened late at night when the majority of the Omega Base were resting, which was probably for the best if it was something terrible.
Things had been so quiet and their usual calm, until Bee was startled awake by the sound of angry - but muffled - words that cut through the ambient hum of the air conditioning. Not quite loud enough to hear what was being said, nor did they really last, but the voice was unmistakable as Optimus. Curiosity had gotten the best of Bee, he’d be the first to admit, and he’d carefully eased open the door to his room just enough to peek out and try to see what was going on.
Only to see Carbine being led away by Javelin.
This had led to some obvious confusion, but not enough to prevent him from slipping back into recharge without much worry.
Morning had come and gone, a quick walk to the Rec Room to get his ration for the day had revealed another piece to the mysterious puzzle. The Medical Bay seemed to be in some sort of lockdown, but aside from an initial curious glance in the direction of the room? Bee thought nothing of it. There was nothing amiss in the Control Room or the corridor that he’d walked down - the same one that Carbine and Javelin had moved down only hours earlier.
The curiosity had nagged him a little throughout the morning, but not to the point he felt he should ask anyone who may know the answers. A routine safety meeting with Red Alert and a few others at the base had gone well, and he’d driven Raf home shortly after.
Now he found himself in his quarters, trying to read through a comic, only… he couldn’t seem to focus. It’d been quiet like this when he’d heard Optimus raise his voice some, and what was with Carbine being led away like that? Was he the reason the Medical Bay was shut? Had Carbine done something?
Raising his servo to his helm, an attempt would be made to comm Carbine directly. A little out of the blue for the other mech no doubt, but hey! They were probably overdue to hang out, and maybe he could come up with some excuse that would then ease into the discussion of hey buddy, what the heck happened last night?
But he was met with silence.
Which meant Carbine had been taken to the brig. That’s where he was being led to. Another piece of the puzzle. But why? What could he have possibly done? Hurt a human? Were any humans even around that late at night?
Optics narrowing into a frown, Bumblebee would ease into a stand. Knowing that Carbine was in the brig didn’t sit well with him, and while he could go to Optimus to find out just what he’d done, he didn’t want to disturb the Prime - nor did he want to be told the bare minimum, which he was sure Optimus would do in an effort to keep things calm.
Still clutching his comic - on a datapad this time, thank you Raf - he would make his way from his quarters. He moved with purpose with hurried steps, and it didn’t take him long to make his way down into the lower levels of the base, and along the corridor to where the brig was.
There was a moment of relief upon pushing open the door to find that there was nobody else in here, which meant that his footfalls would’ve been easily heard as he made his way just past the doorway. The table and chairs in the far corner of the room appeared to have been put back into place, but then again he wasn’t sure if they’d even been moved at all.
The camera on the upper part of the wall didn't move, still angled at the corner of the room where the actual holding cell was. It could probably see the whole room, but Bee wasn't worried. It wasn't like he was here to let Carbine out, and besides, it'd be logged if he did.
Pausing a moment, he would take a deep vent inwards, closing the door behind himself as he moved further into the room.
Time to hopefully find out the truth.
Late Afternoon
---
Bumblebee wasn’t quite sure what was going on.
Something bad had happened, that much was obvious - hell even someone who was barely paying attention could probably work that much out. But when it came to specifics and actual details? Bee had been left pretty much in the dark.
There was probably a good reason for that, even if that reason was simply that it wasn’t any of his damn business. Even so, it would only be a matter of time before rumors began to swirl or misinformation was handed out, and Bee wasn’t the type to listen to - or believe - gossip.
No, he wanted to find out from the source.
The clues he had to go on were few and far between. He hadn’t seen Thunder and Carbine make their way through the ground bridge, followed by Patch, Windshield and Ratchet. He’d been in his quarters - recharging. Whatever happened, happened late at night when the majority of the Omega Base were resting, which was probably for the best if it was something terrible.
Things had been so quiet and their usual calm, until Bee was startled awake by the sound of angry - but muffled - words that cut through the ambient hum of the air conditioning. Not quite loud enough to hear what was being said, nor did they really last, but the voice was unmistakable as Optimus. Curiosity had gotten the best of Bee, he’d be the first to admit, and he’d carefully eased open the door to his room just enough to peek out and try to see what was going on.
Only to see Carbine being led away by Javelin.
This had led to some obvious confusion, but not enough to prevent him from slipping back into recharge without much worry.
Morning had come and gone, a quick walk to the Rec Room to get his ration for the day had revealed another piece to the mysterious puzzle. The Medical Bay seemed to be in some sort of lockdown, but aside from an initial curious glance in the direction of the room? Bee thought nothing of it. There was nothing amiss in the Control Room or the corridor that he’d walked down - the same one that Carbine and Javelin had moved down only hours earlier.
The curiosity had nagged him a little throughout the morning, but not to the point he felt he should ask anyone who may know the answers. A routine safety meeting with Red Alert and a few others at the base had gone well, and he’d driven Raf home shortly after.
Now he found himself in his quarters, trying to read through a comic, only… he couldn’t seem to focus. It’d been quiet like this when he’d heard Optimus raise his voice some, and what was with Carbine being led away like that? Was he the reason the Medical Bay was shut? Had Carbine done something?
Raising his servo to his helm, an attempt would be made to comm Carbine directly. A little out of the blue for the other mech no doubt, but hey! They were probably overdue to hang out, and maybe he could come up with some excuse that would then ease into the discussion of hey buddy, what the heck happened last night?
But he was met with silence.
Which meant Carbine had been taken to the brig. That’s where he was being led to. Another piece of the puzzle. But why? What could he have possibly done? Hurt a human? Were any humans even around that late at night?
Optics narrowing into a frown, Bumblebee would ease into a stand. Knowing that Carbine was in the brig didn’t sit well with him, and while he could go to Optimus to find out just what he’d done, he didn’t want to disturb the Prime - nor did he want to be told the bare minimum, which he was sure Optimus would do in an effort to keep things calm.
Still clutching his comic - on a datapad this time, thank you Raf - he would make his way from his quarters. He moved with purpose with hurried steps, and it didn’t take him long to make his way down into the lower levels of the base, and along the corridor to where the brig was.
There was a moment of relief upon pushing open the door to find that there was nobody else in here, which meant that his footfalls would’ve been easily heard as he made his way just past the doorway. The table and chairs in the far corner of the room appeared to have been put back into place, but then again he wasn’t sure if they’d even been moved at all.
The camera on the upper part of the wall didn't move, still angled at the corner of the room where the actual holding cell was. It could probably see the whole room, but Bee wasn't worried. It wasn't like he was here to let Carbine out, and besides, it'd be logged if he did.
Pausing a moment, he would take a deep vent inwards, closing the door behind himself as he moved further into the room.
Time to hopefully find out the truth.