[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Connect the Dots [Closed]
Feb 21, 2023 1:31:20 GMT -5
Post by Bumblebee on Feb 21, 2023 1:31:20 GMT -5
Watching as Neon made his way through the bridge, Bumblebee found himself slowing down just slightly - not quite to the point of stopping, though certainly enough for this all to go terribly wrong in an instant should the thing somehow speed up.
He wanted one last proper look at it. He had to - knowing that this thing was out there. Here, somewhere he had been only months prior - somewhere he’d felt safe. Had they set it up here knowing he would come back? A gamble that’d paid off? MECH had never used anything like this before, and yet now… what else were they hiding?
How far had their technology come?
That gun. That gun. It was Cybertronian, but who did it belong to. The thought made him sick, the fact he didn’t know? Even more so.
Using the momentum from his movement, he would tumble into a forwards roll as he transformed - pushing up with everything he had to stumble forwards, making his way through the swirling green vortex toward safety on foot. His chassis ached terribly and there was Energon dappled from where Neon had already moved - both of them had been really, really hurt, and he was expecting Patch to yell at them both upon their return.
Neon didn’t deserve it, but he did. He should’ve been more careful, made better calls - been faster. Hit it to the point it’d just… stop moving.
Things to dwell over later, he supposed.
The thing was still far enough away that he wasn’t scared of it catching up, the bridge would close far faster than it could move, but he wanted to look at it. Stare it down, take in any last details that could be passed on to both Optimus and Prowl - and so, he did - glancing over his shoulder, brilliant blue optics boring down into the monster in defiance. Swinging his left arm back as he moved with everything he had to fire a couple of cheap shots in its direction, not caring if they hit or not.
Enveloped now in the familiar glow of the bridge, he ran as fast as he could - turning his attention forward so he could push just that little bit more even despite the heavy whirs of protest from his damaged frame.
One servo raised to his helm, a frantic, beeped command for Starfall to get ready to close the bridge. The instant his pede slammed down onto the concrete of Omega One, the swirling vortex would close behind him.
Staggering to a stop, he immediately made his way to Neon, one arm looping around him for support.
--I’m here, I got you. I got you.-- he repeated it for good measure, nodding to Starfall in silent thanks for how quickly she had come to their aid.
--Let's get to the medical bay, okay?--
He wanted one last proper look at it. He had to - knowing that this thing was out there. Here, somewhere he had been only months prior - somewhere he’d felt safe. Had they set it up here knowing he would come back? A gamble that’d paid off? MECH had never used anything like this before, and yet now… what else were they hiding?
How far had their technology come?
That gun. That gun. It was Cybertronian, but who did it belong to. The thought made him sick, the fact he didn’t know? Even more so.
Using the momentum from his movement, he would tumble into a forwards roll as he transformed - pushing up with everything he had to stumble forwards, making his way through the swirling green vortex toward safety on foot. His chassis ached terribly and there was Energon dappled from where Neon had already moved - both of them had been really, really hurt, and he was expecting Patch to yell at them both upon their return.
Neon didn’t deserve it, but he did. He should’ve been more careful, made better calls - been faster. Hit it to the point it’d just… stop moving.
Things to dwell over later, he supposed.
The thing was still far enough away that he wasn’t scared of it catching up, the bridge would close far faster than it could move, but he wanted to look at it. Stare it down, take in any last details that could be passed on to both Optimus and Prowl - and so, he did - glancing over his shoulder, brilliant blue optics boring down into the monster in defiance. Swinging his left arm back as he moved with everything he had to fire a couple of cheap shots in its direction, not caring if they hit or not.
Enveloped now in the familiar glow of the bridge, he ran as fast as he could - turning his attention forward so he could push just that little bit more even despite the heavy whirs of protest from his damaged frame.
One servo raised to his helm, a frantic, beeped command for Starfall to get ready to close the bridge. The instant his pede slammed down onto the concrete of Omega One, the swirling vortex would close behind him.
Staggering to a stop, he immediately made his way to Neon, one arm looping around him for support.
--I’m here, I got you. I got you.-- he repeated it for good measure, nodding to Starfall in silent thanks for how quickly she had come to their aid.
--Let's get to the medical bay, okay?--
And with that, he would move as quickly and as carefully as he was able, unaware that their day was about to get a whole lot worse.
((Broke post order with permission, as MECH will be closing the thread~))