#blasterbee

Part 1 <<<

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"Its suspicious"

"What?" Jazz replied, walking side by side with Prowl.

The mech questioned let out a vent. Their situation had been incredibly hectic recently, the decepticons had caused casualty at one the few hidden towns in the surface, the residents had taken refuge on Iacon.

Dont blame Prowl—too much— for thinking its yet another work for Optimus and his team. Optimus would've more than willingly taken them in, he's been kind and strong as he can be for his people as the new prime whilst actively at war on the surface.

Anyway, what has been really bothering him lately is this... new recruit. Goldbug, as the records say, of course, he already ran a thorough background check on him but +nothing seems to be all that odd, except the fact that he was registered too recently.

"Aw, c'mon Prowl! We also have just gotten our register for real because of sentinel! The mech probably got stuck on some rubble for longer" Jazz lightly nudged his side.

'Really, that's it right??' He figured Prowls intense interest towards the guy is honestly weird, he's basically obsessed! He can't say that out loud though, as the head of the special ops, he should be as cautious as him! Probably! Not on fellow autobots though!

Well whatever. All he knows is the mech is pretty chill, quiet, efficient and just the ideal autobot, he's like Prowl, but kinder in a way that he keeps his opinions to himself.

He'll admit Prowl's strange fixation towards Goldbug—a credible autobot who's been proving himself recently +AND is one of their talented medic's mentee—is entertaining. It makes him wish a tad bit that there really is something more about him.

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It's been a few months since Goldbug joined (read: rejoined) the autobots,having spent his time training and learning under Pharma's guidance. Still, his peers seem to be wary of him, glancing at him wherever, treating him with caution. It's so ironic he could laugh right now.

"Hey Gold!!" Suddenly, a strong voice echoed through the hallways, the owner of it sliding through Goldbugs side. Blaster, currently the Communication Officer of their prime that is able to transform into a cassette player—like Soundwave.

Great. He was just about to head to his Mentor too, with how loud the mech is, Pharma would've heard him a mile away...

That was an exaggeration, nevertheless, he can't let this bot disturb the doctor.

"Where you headed to? Mind if I join you?"

Yes, he does.

[No, I am on my way to the cafeteria.]

"Ahh, to get some energon...yeah, I could get some for myself too. I haven't gotten some fuel since this morning."

Blaster smiled, it's not every cycle he gets to see him with just them both, he's getting better though. 'Still, he's got a knack in appearing wherever, whenever he wants. He must really dislike socializing, cant blame him'.

Goldbug speeds up, wanting to set some space between them, also to get +to his "destination" quickly. Blaster keeps up.

"Say Gold, have... Anything interesting happen to you lately?" He chuckles, he sounds desperate, is he?? No. 'This is awkward.. it's fine, it's for the sake of our friendship!!'.

[Not in particular, also, please don't call me that.] Goldbug replied.

His smile gets crooked but Goldbug ignored it. Ever since they were paired up for a task, the music loving mech would talk to him from time to time. Seemingly trying to get his attention any chance he gets—by seeing him, which is... Two times a month.

Goldbug goes with the flow to find out what his intentions are, entertaining his talks as much as he can while not providing too much information about himself.

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+bonus

This is just a rendered version of my first post, I liked the sketch of him there :33

My Tfone design for Blaster is ASS, but like... Whatever man ..,.

Part 2<<<

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What if B-127 since he's been stuck in sub level 50 for so long, has trouble reading, writing and generally negotiating??

Theres time where he fails to sort things— like deliveries— fails to talk to people in a yknow negotiating way for a union and stuff.

Optimus has trust in him, aswell as Elita, but it all came to a point where that trust slowly turned into disappointment.

Elita was the one to tell him about it, and it hurt him like HELL. He tries his best to learn to be better but in times of war where as much as hands are needed.

He doesn't get the time to focus on it; which still results in failures and hard times trying to help others— they think he's useless and a nuisance, rumors about him already circulated — which in turn just pushed him away.

He doesn't get to see Optimus and Elita much anymore since they're busy with more important stuff, he sometimes talks to Jazz and Prowl, but he notices the glares Prowl sends him sometimes. Okkk now hear me out, idk WHICH character but likeee an evil medic notices everything and offered to help Bee.

He was caught off guard and yet was so happy and thankful. So yeah, yada yada yada he gets manipulated. The medic tells him that the reason he's having a difficult time blending in and learning is because of his isolation.

Assured him that he can lighten it up by tinkering something within him for more focus. Bee reluctantly agreed, even though he was a bad feeling about it, he trusts the medic and is desperate.

In fact the medic could rewrite his processor just to be better! (That, they did)

He did get more focused, could listen to a brief meeting more clearly without his processor rambling But that basically only made him MORE addicted to it, he started to ask the doctor for more changes; Heightened sense in hearing, more coherent when talking, all those small stuff that slowly changed him.

Well, it got to a point where he realized— the medic helped him realize— that if he wants to be better and helpful, and USEFULL, he needs to change.

Change.

Change.

What else could he change?

Right... Theres a lot more.

He's so thankful of his doctor, helping a useless, dense minibot such as him.

He could just ask them right?

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Curious optics lingered around him.

They heard that a new Autobot recruit was coming. Heard that it was a capable mech, with good words from a renowned doctor who supervised him.

They thought that he would also be medic related stuff but looking at him now, it doesn't suit him. Despite being classified as a minibot, he was a bit taller. With black metal plating partnered with blue on his helm and sevos.

You would think he was decepticon, but the autobots insignia assured them—still the scepticism lingered.

He walks with purpose, half of his face is covered with a visor much like Jazz does. His helm has cylinder horns poking atop, and a small equipment poking out in the side of his face.

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So yeah, his bubbly personality disappears, he calls himself Goldbug without anyone else knowing who he really is.

He covers his face with a visor But also has a lower face mask.

He doesn't speak, or like doesn't speak with his voice and instead could communicate with a different sort of robotic voice through a speaker.

He wanted to change his voice directly but his doctor refused, saying that he could use it to talk to people he trust.

Based on a scene of my Goldbug AU on Bsky!!

(I posted it here now too! )

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Gonna start posting here my art aswell!! I have no idea how tumblr works and only really use it to search for some Bumblebee rarepair ship crumbs xD

More Blasterbee loll

I already have a Jazzbee comic about my AU but I have to post the backstory of Jazz and Bees friendship before posting it here huhu