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B-127, where are you?
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Megatron can’t find b-127
He. Looked. Everywhere!
Ever since he let bee stay with the high guard, still figuring out how to get him home, his decepticons are in higher spirits. He wouldn’t say it out loud… but he was also in high spirits when the sparkling’s here… only problem?
B-127 is nowhere to be found. He looked around the throne room, the med bay, the area outside where he found him crying, everywhere!
He even check on starscream to see if he was hogging the sparkling again. Not even starscream had seen him. In the end (after destroying the base) he accepted the fact that bee might’ve returned to Iacon.
“Soundwave, report.” Megatron states, awaiting for his now communications officer to report what he saw. “Today’s scans: as normal as starscream’s treachery.”
“I heard that!!” The seeker yells, huffing and mumbling in a language megatron doesn’t seem to recognise. “Starscream: vosian, heritage before the primes fall.” Soundwave answers.
‘Ah, that makes sense.’ Megatron thinks for a moment, then another thought popped up. ‘He’s happier than usual… why is he happier?’ Megatron thinks again as the now war-frame looks directly at the mind reader.
“You are… happier today.” He says looking at Soundwave suspiciously. “Soundwave: looks like this. Conclusion: need to update visor and mouth guard.” He answers.
“True… but your em field says otherwise, it’s like your hiding-.” Megatron stops, optics widened as he finally realised whose turn it is today.
“… soundwave, do you know the whereabouts of b-127?” Megatron finally asks, watching Soundwave’s body language as the bot’s em field beams at the question.
“Soundwave: waited for that query. Rumble, frenzy, b-127, eject.” Just when he pushes the button, rumble, frenzy and bee popped their helms out, giggling.
“Hi megs!” Bee waves, smiling wide as megatron stares, blinking. ‘… bee’s going to be the death of me, I swear..! That is adorable though-.’
Megatron thought, Soundwave smiles cheekily to himself and held b-127 in his servos, passing him to megatron as the sparkling’s servos reached for megatron.
“Thank you Soundwave, but please refrain from pulling that stunt again.”
Megatron says, holding b-127 close and protectively in his restarlueus. “Understood.” Soundwave nods and left with his cassettes. Megatron turns to bee with furrowed ridges. “Have you been with Soundwave the entire time?” Megatron asks.
“Yeah! He’s the coolest bot in the high guard! You’re still cool yourself but Soundwave earns the title of best bot. Not best friend which that title-.”
Megatron cut bee off, hugging the smaller bot. “Meggy? Are you ok?” Bee asks, concern going through his processor. “I’m-… I’ll be fine. I need this.” He mumbles, sighing in relief as b-127 hugs megatron.
This is real. Bee’s real… in the metal. And still here.
“I’ll be ok, but promise me you’ll never leave.” He asks staring at the wall he had shot at.
“I dunno... that’s a big promise.” Bee mutters, burying his helm between the shoulder joint and neck guard as megatron. “Just-… please.” Megatron asks.
He’s already lost one bot he cares about, he’s not about to lose another. Not ever. “But what about the whole, ‘figuring out to get me back’ thing?” Bee asks. “We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Ok?”
“… ok.” B-127 nods, earning a pat on his helm. “Good bot… by the way you’re grounded.”
“… but I’m already a grounder though.”
“Snrk, it’s grounded. Not grounder.” Megatron informs.
“Ooooh… what’s grounded?” B-127 asks, tilting his helm. “I think Soundwave is the best at explaining it.”
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Okie dokie… another of @yuukirita’s babybee au.
Here’s the art they did that got me thinking of doing this -> (papa/mama Soundwave strikes again) <-
Now served with the million dollar question… does babybee know and learn what grounded means?? (I don’t actually have a million dollars… I have a toy t-Rex and an uno reverse card tho-)
hey did someone say they want more babybee? i say as i shove someone out of the way.
i brought more…. so…. take it ig
“You’re going to get me in trouble!” Jazz hisses, picking B up. The bot dangles down like a roudy newbuild, crossed arms and pout included. Well, that makes sense, since nobody knows how old B is, though it can’t be more than 10 cycles with how underdeveloped some parts of his frame were.
“I was trying to help!” B cries, eyeridges furrowing. “How was I supposed to know that would happen?”
Jazz gestures wildly to the light fixture that, suspiciously, was now shattered and scattered on the floor. “The fact it was swinging didn’t clue you in?”
“Everyone deserves a chance!”
“It is— was— a fragging light!”
B’s shoulders slump. “‘m sorry, Jazz.”
“You should be,” he huffs, glaring at the younger bot through his visor. “Honestly, if you got hurt Elita would flip out. You aren’t, right?”
“Nope!” B gives him a thumbs up.
Jazz shakes his head, feelings simmering down. “I’m sorry for yelling, I just got stressed thinking you were hurt. Check in with Ratchet to make sure you didn’t cut yourself on any glass, alright?”
“Alright.”
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“What do you mean you can’t find him?”
Elita levels him with a look. “You know what I mean. He’s not in Optimus’ office, he’s not trying to bother me, and Cliffjumper and Hotrod have been racing with Mirage all day.”
“Oh,” Jazz says. “Have you checked with Ratchet in the medbay?”
“Why would B be in the medbay?!”
Jazz raises his servos. “Hey, hey, calm down Dad. I told him to check in with Ratchet after he had a little accident, that’s all.”
“An accident?” Elita places her servos on her hips, looking less than convinced.
“He fell,” Jazz says, not technically lying. “He was totally fine, though, just thought he should get looked over.”
Elita’s face softens. He won’t be maimed, then. “Right. Well, you’re coming with me to check when Ratchet last saw him.”
“Sir, yes, sir!”
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“B hasn’t been in for any checkups,” Ratchet says, scrolling through a datapad. “I think he’s been ignoring the developmental ones, too.”
“Oh,” says Jazz, who’s chance of being murdered have increased fivefold. “You’re sure?”
“Positive.” Ratchet sighs heavily, squinting at whatever he’s reading. “I need to take his inner energon samples to see if he still has that mineral deficency…”
“We’ll leave you to it, doc,” Elita says, smiling.
“Please don’t send Jazz back to me,” the medic deadpans.
Jazz laughs awkwardly and backs away. “I’ll go look over… here.”
Elita glares. “If I find him first, I’m cutting your pay.”
“If I do?”
“Your reward is survival.”
Jazz takes the hint, sprinting down the hallway.
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B messed up. He messed up and Jazz was mad at him.
He covers his mouth to stifle another sob, curling up more. His frame hurts, glass shoved into delicate joints and under thin plating. His digits ache. It hurts and he deserves it, doesn’t he? He messed up, like he always does.
They’ll realise how useless he is and then they’ll send him back to sublevel 50 because that’s the best place for a useless glitch like him—
Above him, something creaks. He glances up and yelps quietly when he sees Laserbeak staring back at him.
“Wh- How did you get in here?”
Laserbeak chirps, hopping down and landing on his shoulder. He cringes a bit and the cassessete starts rumbling gently.
“You really shouldn’t be here,” he mumbles, which just makes Laserbeak hunker down more. “Alright, alright.”
He shuffles to place the cassessete in his lap, messing with some of the kibble on his wings. “It’s a long way from the base,” he says. “Are you hungry?”
The cassessete hops around, doing an uncharacteristically obvious basic scan. B blinks, realising his own energon levels are low. “Oh.”
Laserbeak nudges his helm gently, before taking off out an open window he never noticed before.
“That’s one hidey hole compromised,” B says, standing up on shaky legs and sliding out of the storage room.
He presses himself against the wall as a blur of colour rushes by. He recognises the shades of blue, white, and black as belonging to Jazz.
… he should probably help him.
If I wrote a MegOp reincarnation AU, y'all would read it, right?
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I DO BUT ARE YOU READY... HERE SHE IS!!!!
Apis mellifera, honey bee, pupae in the pink and purple eye phases.
Specimens provided by Krisztina Christmon from University of Maryland.
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