♫— ; ; Bumblebee's tanks churned roiled in protest to his space bridge travel. It had been a long, long while since he traveled back to Earth, or even talked to anybody; rebuilding Cybertron was something he threw himself into, working tirelessly solar cycle after solar cycle. Things were coming along quite nicely, considering Cybertron was actually habitable now and there wasn't a massive war going on. Bee still found his spark aching at what had to be sacrificed for the planet's revival, yet he knew it was worth it in the end.
But now he found himself standing on the outskirts of Griffin Rock, audials filled with the sounds of ocean waves crashing into each other and dragging against the coastline. The salt in the air was already clinging to his plating and he could feel it, a sort of thin but comforting layer. It had been a long time since his last visit... As the space bridge winked closed behind him, Bee fell down to the ground in his alt mode and took off. Thinking it'd be a nice surprise, he hadn't sent a message to the Rescue Bots team to warn them of his visit. As he drove into the more populated area and passed familiar buildings and shops, Bumblebee felt his spark thrum excitedly.
The firehouse was the most familiar, of course. Bumblebee parked right out front, letting his engine idle quietly. The morning sun warmed his frame for quite a while as he sat in silence. Bee figured a small warning at first would at least be a nice precursor to the grand entrance. Well, as grand as he could make it. So he let his EM field unfurl and pulse outward in a familiar greeting that only a little blue bot would recognize. And then his radio switched on, full volume, as he transformed into bot mode.
≫ GOOOOOOD MORNING—͢͡҉ —͢͡҉ good morning, good morning, what a wonderful day—͢͡҉ —͢͡҉ ≫