Bumblebee

B: I SAID GET OFF OF ME YOU DAMN NERDS!!!🤬

M: Kaachan! J-just don't move!😰

Todoroki: I will go through you if you get in my way. 😈

Breakdown worked quietly and seemed happy to work, heavy lifting was something he was good at and if  it meant helping his new team he was more then happy to do whatever he could to make their lives easier.

It was ‘Spring Cleaning ’ in the deep Nevada mountains-held the reclusivory Autobot base. Everything outside was desolate and windy, dust and sand everywhere inside the base, Bumblebee had the prestige privilege of …dusting….

And it was everywhere, in everything, you couldn’t avoid the dust particle whenever he dusted with his make shift duster,which Ratchet had unceremoniously and grumbley,handed over,more like tossed to,what Bumblebee is certain to be the humans tele communications pole wrapped in miles of random colored fabrics.

Sometime into dusting the ceiling, the fabric started to shred and hang loose, Bumblebee stood on the platform that was the communications area, light electric hued optics stares up at the rocky colossal ceiling,it seemed to be an endless chore,his helm and back tilt back in a groan. “Ahh,this is taking too long.” He groans again,waving the 'duster’ apparatus a loose piece fell below, unseemingly the dusty fabric lands on Breakdown, in his comm a cassette plays, the tune catchy he straightens his back,duties are duties.

Bee started to hum to the song..'hey-ey-WHATS..tha matter with yer hey-aed..’ the jive got him in a more agreeable position to stay focused on the task at hand and still dance. Waving the pole, he slides on his peds to the right, quickly spots more offending dirt and waves the pole, sliding on his pads side to side, a spin he faced his next target-the communications area, he didn’t have to do much as Ratchet seemed to be more of clean freak than he realized on closer inpection of spotless buttons and monitor.

Bumblebee scans the area and is shocked that indeed there is not a speck of anything…“Whoa, I thought Ratchet has a problem but this…[scanningscanning]…CLEAN.” He verifies to himself or he thought,down below he heard solid peds walk slow and someone lifts something heavy enough but still seemed quiet at the same time.

Curious, he didn’t remember anyone being with him but he has been singing and humming throughout at least one Guardians of the Galaxy album. On that realization,he colors, how long has Breakdown, their new recruit been down below?

Frag! Bee watched as Breakdown picked up containers three times his size, he would of had to 'leverage’ his way into moving those, literally using cables and and wenches to lift,move and set down the process would of taken him longer but it would of still been done,even if he moved 'doubled time’ still Bee would take longer than most due to his somewhat diminutive size. In the end he would of assigned someone else to do the heavy lifting.

Leaning over the railing of the upper observation deck, the music in his comm was loud enough, that one would hear it’s distorted music his helm.

Breakdown worked quietly and seemed happy to work, heavy lifting was something he was good at and if  it meant helping his new team he was more then happy to do whatever he could to make their lives easier.

It was 'Spring Cleaning ' in the deep Nevada mountains-held the reclusivory Autobot base. Everything outside was desolate and windy, dust and sand everywhere inside the base, Bumblebee had the prestige privilege of ...dusting....

And it was everywhere, in everything, you couldn't avoid the dust particle whenever he dusted with his make shift duster,which Ratchet had unceremoniously and grumbley,handed over,more like tossed to,what Bumblebee is certain to be the humans tele communications pole wrapped in miles of random colored fabrics.

Sometime into dusting the ceiling, the fabric started to shred and hang loose, Bumblebee stood on the platform that was the communications area, light electric hued optics stares up at the rocky colossal ceiling,it seemed to be an endless chore,his helm and back tilt back in a groan. "Ahh,this is taking too long." He groans again,waving the 'duster' apparatus a loose piece fell below, unseemingly the dusty fabric lands on Breakdown, in his comm a cassette plays, the tune catchy he straightens his back,duties are duties.

Bee started to hum to the song..'hey-ey-WHATS..tha matter with yer hey-aed..' the jive got him in a more agreeable position to stay focused on the task at hand and still dance. Waving the pole, he slides on his peds to the right, quickly spots more offending dirt and waves the pole, sliding on his pads side to side, a spin he faced his next target-the communications area, he didn't have to do much as Ratchet seemed to be more of clean freak than he realized on closer inpection of spotless buttons and monitor.

Bumblebee scans the area and is shocked that indeed there is not a speck of anything..."Whoa, I thought Ratchet has a problem but this...[scanningscanning]...CLEAN." He verifies to himself or he thought,down below he heard solid peds walk slow and someone lifts something heavy enough but still seemed quiet at the same time.

Curious, he didn't remember anyone being with him but he has been singing and humming throughout at least one Guardians of the Galaxy album. On that realization,he colors, how long has Breakdown, their new recruit been down below?

Frag! Bee watched as Breakdown picked up containers three times his size, he would of had to 'leverage' his way into moving those, literally using cables and and wenches to lift,move and set down the process would of taken him longer but it would of still been done,even if he moved 'doubled time' still Bee would take longer than most due to his somewhat diminutive size. In the end he would of assigned someone else to do the heavy lifting.

Leaning over the railing of the upper observation deck, the music in his comm was loud enough, that one would hear it's distorted music his helm.

Closed starter with @rebelbee Dreadwing had recently been given his new Matrix of Darkness. He was in a faction all to himself. The mech did not believe that he was fit to be around others. Even Decepticons were ‘lighter’ than what he was now. He had an aura around him that pulsed with Darkness and hatred. If another Cybertronian was around him for too long, they could get Dark Energon poisoning from his Matrix, though according to Unicron, the Dark Energon would not truly infect them, just make them feel weak while they were in his presence. It was another thing that Unicron felt he needed to do to protect his first, and only, Prime. A Prime he had stolen away from Primus as a reward for saving the being from insanity. Of course, it kind of helped the celestial being’s case that he had been merged with the Decepticon Prime during the battle and subsequent imprisonment. And he had not even taken over Dreadwing’s body by force, the mech had freely invited Unicron to inhabit his body… mainly because he knew that he would not stand a chance in a battle against Primus. 

Now, the Dark Prime was wandering a completely new world. It was one that he had never visited before, at least that he could remember. Cybertron was beautiful here. The metal was shimmering from love and care while the streets were clear of any trash. It was utterly spectacular. He saw many Cybertronians that would eventually become similar to some of the Autobots and Decepticons that he knew. They all looked peaceful and content. 

Then he stepped into Kaon. 

It instantly felt like he had been transported into a different world. The buildings were dull grey with burn marks on them. Trash covered the streets along with an overwhelming number of injured and neglected Cybertronians. It was truly sad that just steps away Cybertron was flourishing while Kaon was drowning in pain and despair. The mech’s dark aura penetrated his surroundings and any that might have caused him harm, cowered away from him. 

He went to visit the Gladiatorial pits to see if Megatronus was there yet, or if he was too soon in the timeline for the mech. Or maybe it was in the small window of time where Megatronus was no longer fighting but was not yet the Decepticon leader. Dreadwing wished that he might be able to save another universe from total death, but with having only saved about ten percent of the universes that he visited, the mech was wary about interfering for good or bad. He also did not want to give in to the temptation of simply… ending the wars before they could get out of hand. So he half-convinced himself that he was just going to observe this new universe, try to not interfere in the politics of it. 

As his digits lace together on the table,Megatronous leans in,listening carefully to everything, to be frank a lot seemed far-fetched, Dreadwing’s demeanor changed-he was desperate and spoke faster,he went on explaining more about ‘him’ and 'Orion’ his processor was trying fathom Dreadwing and his knowledge about the future-about ready to confront Dreadwing and ask, what was the name he just covered over and ask him to explain in more detail- he was interested by Orion’s sudden appearance at the table, Megatronous still eyeing Dreadwing carefully when Orion sets down tall glasses in front of them.

Grabbing his,Megatronous slides down the seat, making room for Orion. Still staring in mild disbelief that he rubbed his chin in consternation.

Absolutely everything had faded, his processor reeling, his opinion on TIME has changed. At that moment, a new interruption had burst into the bar, Megatronous’s helm again,changed direction and he gave a significant frown at the ancient elder,Alpha Trion, that was the center of attention now, his booming voice startles the bars patrons, stalked over and immediately started in about Unicron. Megatronous was also hanging on Dreadwings words, 13 Prime? This new information changes things. It appears Dreadwing is telling the truth at least his truth and that he is from an alternate reality. “Frag.” He said out loud, this has turned into a complicated clusterfrag. Megatronous glances between the three mechs and starting chuckling, he leans back in his seat and his chuckling turned into laughter. Perhaps he has officially had several screws knocked loose and this is a just a nightmare that he hasn’t woke from.

@thatdecepticonprime

Closed starter with @rebelbee Dreadwing had recently been given his new Matrix of Darkness. He was in a faction all to himself. The mech did not believe that he was fit to be around others. Even Decepticons were ‘lighter’ than what he was now. He had an aura around him that pulsed with Darkness and hatred. If another Cybertronian was around him for too long, they could get Dark Energon poisoning from his Matrix, though according to Unicron, the Dark Energon would not truly infect them, just make them feel weak while they were in his presence. It was another thing that Unicron felt he needed to do to protect his first, and only, Prime. A Prime he had stolen away from Primus as a reward for saving the being from insanity. Of course, it kind of helped the celestial being’s case that he had been merged with the Decepticon Prime during the battle and subsequent imprisonment. And he had not even taken over Dreadwing’s body by force, the mech had freely invited Unicron to inhabit his body… mainly because he knew that he would not stand a chance in a battle against Primus. 

Now, the Dark Prime was wandering a completely new world. It was one that he had never visited before, at least that he could remember. Cybertron was beautiful here. The metal was shimmering from love and care while the streets were clear of any trash. It was utterly spectacular. He saw many Cybertronians that would eventually become similar to some of the Autobots and Decepticons that he knew. They all looked peaceful and content. 

Then he stepped into Kaon. 

It instantly felt like he had been transported into a different world. The buildings were dull grey with burn marks on them. Trash covered the streets along with an overwhelming number of injured and neglected Cybertronians. It was truly sad that just steps away Cybertron was flourishing while Kaon was drowning in pain and despair. The mech’s dark aura penetrated his surroundings and any that might have caused him harm, cowered away from him. 

He went to visit the Gladiatorial pits to see if Megatronus was there yet, or if he was too soon in the timeline for the mech. Or maybe it was in the small window of time where Megatronus was no longer fighting but was not yet the Decepticon leader. Dreadwing wished that he might be able to save another universe from total death, but with having only saved about ten percent of the universes that he visited, the mech was wary about interfering for good or bad. He also did not want to give in to the temptation of simply… ending the wars before they could get out of hand. So he half-convinced himself that he was just going to observe this new universe, try to not interfere in the politics of it. 

Megatronous smiled an curious smile, one that said-you-stepped-on-the-wrong-peds as Dreadwing took a step forward, Megatronous easily held his ground, battling in the Pits have made him impervious to personal challenges and threats. Enjoying the close hand-to-hand-combat Dreadwings darkness may scare himself but never Megatronous. That is what is different about him, the challenge never made him back down, all it does is fuel him. “We do not respond to threats, I do not respond to threats…no matter who you are or where you hail.” His servo up, directs Dreadwing to their booth, offering for the mech to take a seat.“ Orion and I will detain you here. ” with that he turns his profile, speaks low to Orion. “I think we deserve some mild to moderate drinks.” Megatronous claps Orion on the shoulder and pauses. Seeing Orions entire reaction he felt sympathy for both of them, as this outlier has changed everything. “None of what that outlier speaks, will come to pass.” Megatronous spoke with renewed determination. He will not let them be divided. “We didn’t ask for this, I didn’t, not like this.” Megatronous vehemently adds with sorrowful conviction, truly genuine, if it’s something he just learned is he has control over his destiny.

Watching a retreating Orion's back he saw that weight rest heavy on Orion's shoulders and anger started to seep in, knowing in some way-this is the last time things stay as they are, from now Megatronous and Orion will be changed and it won't go back to how things were, Megatronous somehow just 'knew' that something is beyond their control,that destiny is already unfolding fast enough that they may not have the strength  to stop it.

While the dark mech before him,  he mused didn't realize he sat down already,it was as if perhaps he is in shock, the Dark Prime was close to accurate about them but not close enough, Megatronous imagines this must be some desperate attempt to get their attention,whatever events have already unfolded in these 'alternative timelines' must of ended the same--violence and a breakdown of Cybertron caste system a part of him has hopes that the system was reworked but their is a high cost.

Though he remains the same, Megatronous wants all to be united,avoiding potential  war is critical more than ever with the blasting light of truth from the Dark Prime. Speaking of...

Megatronous optics zero in in the other males optica they were a deep indigo, it was obvious he is infected with Dark Energon, Megatronous had only seen small tell-tale signs but this was obvious but why?

His mouth had formed a thin line and started to open and speak, curious about the Dark Prime if he intentionally infected himself,when Alpha Trion burst through the bar's entrance,  his optics widen as the sage one came in quick, never seeing the old mech move quite so quickly had Megatronous a lost for words. Alpha Trion's gaze was wild with fury and points a digit at the Dark Mech and demands for the room to stay clear of the Dark Prime, Megatronous tried to stand and meet Alpha Trion before anything escalates but the ancient mech was surprisingly there and blocked his way from getting out.

Once realizing he was too close Alpha Trion steps back giving them space.

Megatronous stood, the bar had not emptied mostly because the citizens do not care and went blithely back to mingling with each other.

Closed starter with @rebelbee Dreadwing had recently been given his new Matrix of Darkness. He was in a faction all to himself. The mech did not believe that he was fit to be around others. Even Decepticons were ‘lighter’ than what he was now. He had an aura around him that pulsed with Darkness and hatred. If another Cybertronian was around him for too long, they could get Dark Energon poisoning from his Matrix, though according to Unicron, the Dark Energon would not truly infect them, just make them feel weak while they were in his presence. It was another thing that Unicron felt he needed to do to protect his first, and only, Prime. A Prime he had stolen away from Primus as a reward for saving the being from insanity. Of course, it kind of helped the celestial being’s case that he had been merged with the Decepticon Prime during the battle and subsequent imprisonment. And he had not even taken over Dreadwing’s body by force, the mech had freely invited Unicron to inhabit his body… mainly because he knew that he would not stand a chance in a battle against Primus. 

Now, the Dark Prime was wandering a completely new world. It was one that he had never visited before, at least that he could remember. Cybertron was beautiful here. The metal was shimmering from love and care while the streets were clear of any trash. It was utterly spectacular. He saw many Cybertronians that would eventually become similar to some of the Autobots and Decepticons that he knew. They all looked peaceful and content. 

Then he stepped into Kaon. 

It instantly felt like he had been transported into a different world. The buildings were dull grey with burn marks on them. Trash covered the streets along with an overwhelming number of injured and neglected Cybertronians. It was truly sad that just steps away Cybertron was flourishing while Kaon was drowning in pain and despair. The mech’s dark aura penetrated his surroundings and any that might have caused him harm, cowered away from him. 

He went to visit the Gladiatorial pits to see if Megatronus was there yet, or if he was too soon in the timeline for the mech. Or maybe it was in the small window of time where Megatronus was no longer fighting but was not yet the Decepticon leader. Dreadwing wished that he might be able to save another universe from total death, but with having only saved about ten percent of the universes that he visited, the mech was wary about interfering for good or bad. He also did not want to give in to the temptation of simply… ending the wars before they could get out of hand. So he half-convinced himself that he was just going to observe this new universe, try to not interfere in the politics of it. 

Megatronous smiled an curious smile, one that said-you-stepped-on-the-wrong-peds as Dreadwing took a step forward, Megatronous easily held his ground, battling in the Pits have made him impervious to personal challenges and threats. Enjoying the close hand-to-hand-combat Dreadwings darkness may scare himself but never Megatronous. That is what is different about him, the challenge never made him back down, all it does is fuel him. "We do not respond to threats, I do not respond to threats...no matter who you are or where you hail." His servo up, directs Dreadwing to their booth, offering for the mech to take a seat." Orion and I will detain you here. " with that he turns his profile, speaks low to Orion. "I think we deserve some mild to moderate drinks." Megatronous claps Orion on the shoulder and pauses. Seeing Orions entire reaction he felt sympathy for both of them, as this outlier has changed everything. "None of what that outlier speaks, will come to pass." Megatronous spoke with renewed determination. He will not let them be divided. "We didn't ask for this, I didn't, not like this." Megatronous vehemently adds with sorrowful conviction, truly genuine, if it's something he just learned is he has control over his destiny.

Closed starter with @rebelbee Dreadwing had recently been given his new Matrix of Darkness. He was in a faction all to himself. The mech did not believe that he was fit to be around others. Even Decepticons were ‘lighter’ than what he was now. He had an aura around him that pulsed with Darkness and hatred. If another Cybertronian was around him for too long, they could get Dark Energon poisoning from his Matrix, though according to Unicron, the Dark Energon would not truly infect them, just make them feel weak while they were in his presence. It was another thing that Unicron felt he needed to do to protect his first, and only, Prime. A Prime he had stolen away from Primus as a reward for saving the being from insanity. Of course, it kind of helped the celestial being’s case that he had been merged with the Decepticon Prime during the battle and subsequent imprisonment. And he had not even taken over Dreadwing’s body by force, the mech had freely invited Unicron to inhabit his body… mainly because he knew that he would not stand a chance in a battle against Primus. 

Now, the Dark Prime was wandering a completely new world. It was one that he had never visited before, at least that he could remember. Cybertron was beautiful here. The metal was shimmering from love and care while the streets were clear of any trash. It was utterly spectacular. He saw many Cybertronians that would eventually become similar to some of the Autobots and Decepticons that he knew. They all looked peaceful and content. 

Then he stepped into Kaon. 

It instantly felt like he had been transported into a different world. The buildings were dull grey with burn marks on them. Trash covered the streets along with an overwhelming number of injured and neglected Cybertronians. It was truly sad that just steps away Cybertron was flourishing while Kaon was drowning in pain and despair. The mech’s dark aura penetrated his surroundings and any that might have caused him harm, cowered away from him. 

He went to visit the Gladiatorial pits to see if Megatronus was there yet, or if he was too soon in the timeline for the mech. Or maybe it was in the small window of time where Megatronus was no longer fighting but was not yet the Decepticon leader. Dreadwing wished that he might be able to save another universe from total death, but with having only saved about ten percent of the universes that he visited, the mech was wary about interfering for good or bad. He also did not want to give in to the temptation of simply… ending the wars before they could get out of hand. So he half-convinced himself that he was just going to observe this new universe, try to not interfere in the politics of it. 

Orion means well and this is also true, they are better working together but what does Orion really know about slavery? Being the subject to scrutiny by many.

In the Pits, is where he has the control…

Pulled away from his progressing thoughts, he heard Orions inquiry, Megatronus must of misheard Orion because it finally made sense to him when he tried to separate what he thought he heard and reality.

What was more so, is a peculiar mech with optics deep as the cosmos, something about the mech was off, he never recalled knowing an insolent mech as the one that simply referred him as having a couple of loose nuts and bolts.

A grin forms from Megatronous, standing to his full height to gaze at an insolent stranger, who appears to know him.

“I know every mech on this sphere and you-my shady brother, I have no recollection.”

Metatronous tilts his sliver helm, thoroughly amused at this brazen mech. “Do tell us. I am awfully curious in oddities like yourself.”

Dreadwings ire become increasingly known, his verbal assault directed towards them, Megatronus had heard quite enough. Electric hued optic glow in set determination, their cause isn't going to break apart because of an outlier.Dreadwing kept on talking as if things were or have come to pass,the mech on a roll with tirade.

"Enough of this mockery." Megateonous intones out to a growl. "Orion and I didn't get this far just to have an outlier sabatoge everything!" His face was set in a stone, it was set on equally statuesque shoulders, his optics gave a chilly warning. "He should be detained and questioned by our very best, Orion." Megatronous didn't look at the other mech but kept his optics trained on Dreadwimg.

"I want answers."

Closed starter with @rebelbee Dreadwing had recently been given his new Matrix of Darkness. He was in a faction all to himself. The mech did not believe that he was fit to be around others. Even Decepticons were ‘lighter’ than what he was now. He had an aura around him that pulsed with Darkness and hatred. If another Cybertronian was around him for too long, they could get Dark Energon poisoning from his Matrix, though according to Unicron, the Dark Energon would not truly infect them, just make them feel weak while they were in his presence. It was another thing that Unicron felt he needed to do to protect his first, and only, Prime. A Prime he had stolen away from Primus as a reward for saving the being from insanity. Of course, it kind of helped the celestial being’s case that he had been merged with the Decepticon Prime during the battle and subsequent imprisonment. And he had not even taken over Dreadwing’s body by force, the mech had freely invited Unicron to inhabit his body… mainly because he knew that he would not stand a chance in a battle against Primus. 

Now, the Dark Prime was wandering a completely new world. It was one that he had never visited before, at least that he could remember. Cybertron was beautiful here. The metal was shimmering from love and care while the streets were clear of any trash. It was utterly spectacular. He saw many Cybertronians that would eventually become similar to some of the Autobots and Decepticons that he knew. They all looked peaceful and content. 

Then he stepped into Kaon. 

It instantly felt like he had been transported into a different world. The buildings were dull grey with burn marks on them. Trash covered the streets along with an overwhelming number of injured and neglected Cybertronians. It was truly sad that just steps away Cybertron was flourishing while Kaon was drowning in pain and despair. The mech’s dark aura penetrated his surroundings and any that might have caused him harm, cowered away from him. 

He went to visit the Gladiatorial pits to see if Megatronus was there yet, or if he was too soon in the timeline for the mech. Or maybe it was in the small window of time where Megatronus was no longer fighting but was not yet the Decepticon leader. Dreadwing wished that he might be able to save another universe from total death, but with having only saved about ten percent of the universes that he visited, the mech was wary about interfering for good or bad. He also did not want to give in to the temptation of simply… ending the wars before they could get out of hand. So he half-convinced himself that he was just going to observe this new universe, try to not interfere in the politics of it. 

Orion means well and this is also true, they are better working together but what does Orion really know about slavery? Being the subject to scrutiny by many.

In the Pits, is where he has the control…

Pulled away from his progressing thoughts, he heard Orions inquiry, Megatronus must of misheard Orion because it finally made sense to him when he tried to separate what he thought he heard and reality.

What was more so, is a peculiar mech with optics deep as the cosmos, something about the mech was off, he never recalled knowing an insolent mech as the one that simply referred him as having a couple of loose nuts and bolts.

A grin forms from Megatronous, standing to his full height to gaze at an insolent stranger, who appears to know him.

“I know every mech on this sphere and you-my shady brother, I have no recollection.”

Metatronous tilts his sliver helm, thoroughly amused at this brazen mech. “Do tell us. I am awfully curious in oddities like yourself.”