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50 Stellar Cycles have passed since they've awoken from Stasis. Orbital Cycles, or in this case, months to a year have passed since they've been on Earth, in The City of Detroit. The Autobots have been named heroes on Earth and in Detroit, stopping both earthly villains and Decepticons, protecting the organic humans and The Allspark. A few weeks have passed since they first got in touch with The Elite Guard, Ultra Magnus with them. After saving the day once again, proving Megatron was still indeed online and thanks to Starscream dropping in, The Autobots continue to remain on Earth as its protectors, to continue stopping the Cons at work and to stop Megatron. 

To think that they were once a simple Spacebridge Repair Crew. Being a hero may not be in any of their programming, but they don't need to have that to keep saving the day.

Optimus Prime, doing all he can as a leader to lead his team to victory, making sure the bots he calls family are safe & full of hope.

Ratchet, doing all he can to continue providing medical aid for the team, despite his constant grouchy attitude.

Prowl, the ninja-bot who helps fight with great skill and learns all he can about organic life.

Bulkhead, the giant sweetspark who does all he can to not break things in sight....though, breaking stuff can be pretty fun.

Sari, while not being neither a bot nor an adult, the 8-year-old has been a great help by being a guide for The Autobots on Earth, and she's there to give them a fixer-upper with her Allspark Key. Even though her father, Professor Sumdac was still missing, she tried to make the most of it.

Then there's Bumblebee, the young speedster and scout of the team. He gives it his all to save the day, though his obnoxious personality can get in the way of that. Bee enjoys the feeling of being a hero, it fuels his hopes and dreams, to become an Elite Guard. Until then, he tries learning to take it day by day, and enjoy these moments on Earth with his team. Today being one of those days.

It was early morning in Detroit, the sunlight beaming through the old, cracked windows of the abandoned warehouse, where the Autobots are staying at their secret base. Bumblebee was in his room, asleep on his berth as the sunlight shines through the window, hitting his faceplate. Bee groaned and turned over, putting the pillow he was laying his helm on, over his face to block out the sun. Unfortunately, his processor began to run, waking him up even more. Bumblebee sat up and yawned, stretching his joints a bit as his gears began running, he rubbed his optics as they came online. 

Bee blinked a few times, more thoughts running through his processor, that's when his optics got wide with a huge silly grin growing on his faceplate. Bumblebee immediately jumped out of bed and headed out of his room, trying to be quick and as quiet as possible. Grabbing a bucket and filling it with cold water, a few long pieces of wires, and made his way to Prowl's door.

'This is gonna be hilarious...' Bumblebee thought to himself as he struggled to place the bucket on top of the door. Once he set up his master plan prank, all he had to do was wait for the ninja-bot to walk out. He quickly went around the corner of the hallway, peaking and watching. After what felt like stellar cycles, Bumblebee heard the door to Prowl's room slide open. Bumblebee watched with a silly grin as Prowl stepped out of the room.

However, the ninja-bot moved quicker than the falling bucket. Prowl gracefully yet swiftly did a back flip and kicked the water-filled bucket away, barely any drops of water hitting him. Prowl stood back up and Bumblebee was jaw dropped, coming out and groaning.

"Come on! You always gotta ruin the fun!" Bumblebee whined, pouting as his fun little prank had backfired. Prowl ignored Bumblebee's expression and started walking down the hall, passing him.

"Maybe instead of wasting time acting like a sparkling, you could use that time to learn something useful." Prowl spoke, Bumblebee got more upset at his comment.

"Hey! I am not a sparkling!" Bumblebee scowled, Prowl smirked a bit.

"Then start acting like a grown mech. Maybe when the day comes for when that happens, I might consider treating you like one." Prowl calmly spoke, feeling a little humor from seeing Bumblebee get more upset at him. Bumblebee groaned and just made his way over to the couch, turning on the TV and his video games to play. 

He put his focus on the video game, forgetting about his failed prank and just distracting himself. The others started coming out of their rooms, Optimus and Ratchet discussing some important stuff that Bumblebee didn't really care much about. Bulkhead came out to drink some oil and come over to sit next to Bumblebee, watching him play and make small talk with his little buddy. Sari soon coming to join Bumblebee to help out, but also to try and kick his aft in the game. 

After a few breems, the alarms went off. Criminal activity was happening in Detroit, the team had to get ready to tackle whatever was coming their way. Optimus checked the monitor screens and messages, seeing what the situation was about.

"Seems like Nanosec has made a return. We better get a move on before he outruns us." Optimus explained, seemed strange though since the last time they saw the speedster human, he was grey, old, frail, and could hardly walk. Bumblebee thought this would be an easy job then, just catch an old guy right?

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Nanosec was dashing through the streets of Detroit, having just committed theft and robbery within the blink of an eye. He dashed and slid down the roads, leaving nothing but dust and an orange blur.

"That's right! Nanosec is back baby! Hand rested and rit!" Nanosec yelled, smirking and continued dashing through the streets. The sounds of police sirens and loud honking from a fire truck started coming closer his way. Nanosec looked back and saw a well-known familiar set of vehicles chasing after him, it was The Autobots, here to try and stop him. It was a surprise to see the speeding villain so young and normal again after the last encounter with him months ago.

"How come he looks young again?" Bumblebee questioned, Sari was in the driver's seat and buckled up to him.

"Hmm, Wrinkle Cream?" Sari replied, just as curious and wondering the same thing as Bee. Questions would have to wait though, Nanosec started speeding up ahead, dashing in front of other vehicles, making them crash in an attempt to slow down The Autobots. The team drives past the crash scene, still pursuing Nanosec.

"A high-speed pursuit is posing a dangerous pursuit to innocent organics." Prowl had noted.

"Agreed. Bumblebee, take a side street and circle back to cut off Nanosec's path to escape." Optimus ordered, but the yellow & black car ignored his order and sped up ahead, following behind Nanosec at high speed. Sari was confused by his action. 

"Um, Bumblebee. Hello? Prime said-!"

"I don't need some fancy flanking maneuver. I got the speed~." Bumblebee was confident in himself, feeling determined and so sure that he was gonna catch Nanosec before the speeding villain even knew it. After all, he is quite the star, the fastest mech on the planet Earth. He totally got this one. However, Bumblebee failed to notice a beam being shot towards him, hitting him and Bumblebee started to slow down, unable to move and unable to do a thing. Almost seemingly offline.

"I'm either faster than I think or that gearhead is slowing down." Nanosec spoke to himself and dashed away. Bumblebee's sudden stop made the other Autobots nearly crash into him, they all slammed on their breaks, but still crashed a bit into each other and what was around them.

"Hope you lame-o's are insured!" Nanosec shouted to them as he made his getaway and escaped. After a few nanokliks, Bumblebee slowly came back to, his systems and gears working normally again. He drove a bit in front of the team, feeling a bit nervous as he know he screwed up again, but didn't know what happened.

"Oh, those outta buff right out." Bumblebee nervously commented, The Autobots transformed back into their robot modes, Bumblebee staying in his vehicle mode. Optimus was understandably disappointed with the speeding scout.

"Bumblebee. You disobeyed my order. I called for a flanking maneuver, we're supposed to work as a team." Optimus scowled at Bumblebee.

"Well, team's gotta go with the best player, right? Or at least the fastest~." Bumblebee replied.

"Then why did you hit your breaks?" Prowl questioned, to which Bumblebee didn't know how to answer.

"I didn't...I'm...well, I'm not sure what happened. But if you hadn't been tailgating me, you wouldn't need to have those dents pounded out!" Bumblebee answered, he didn't know what caused him to just shut off like that, but it wasn't his fault. Optimus rolled his eyes, shaking his head at Bee's reasoning and excuse, not believing it.

"Mhm, so now you're shifting the blame to us?" Prowl asked again, he also didn't really believe Bumblebee's reason and excuse. 

"Alright, we're heading back to the Plant. I'll alert Ratchet that he's got some repairs to do, including a full diagnostic on your drive train." Optimus said and pointed at Bee, Prowl & Bulkhead looked at him too. Bumblebee couldn't believe it.

"What? You think this was my fault?" Bumblebee asked, Optimus didn't look his way and transformed back, not answering him, and Bulkhead & Prowl followed Optimus' lead.

"If the hubcap fits." Prowl commented, continuing to follow Optimus in their vehicle modes back to the base. Bumblebee watched them drive away, feeling upset and embarrassed. Bumblebee didn't know what happened and he was this close to stopping Nanosec, sure he disobeyed orders and caused the others to crash, but it wasn't his fault.

"Fine...then I'll just go find Nanosec on my own." Bumblebee spoke to himself, feeling a bit hurt. Sari was silent throughout the ordeal, just now speaking up.

"But, you guys are a team." Sari stated, hoping Bumblebee would understand.

"Which is why I can't let them think their star player is losing his touch." With that said, Bumblebee sped around and drove in the opposite direction, now determined to find Nanosec and prove he's still the best.

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The whole day had passed, the same problem was becoming reoccurring, and clearly intentional. 

The second time happened when Bumblebee was on pursuit to try and stop The Angry Archer, only to be hit with the strange unseen beam again and being shut off. When coming too again after Angry Archer made his escape, Bumblebee still didn't know what happened, neither did Sari.

Then it happened again when facing and attempting to stop Professor Princess, the bratty little villain got away after another mystery beam hit Bumblebee to make him stop and come back on nanokliks later. This time, Sari did catch a glimpse of it, now knowing somebody was sabotaging them and helping the other villains get away. Sari suggested they get the others to help out, but Bumblebee was determined to do this himself. He had to prove he still got it the best and was the best.

Night came, Bumblebee and Sari managed to track down the suspect behind the mystery beams that slowed him down, a new villain by the name of Slow-Mo. Slow-Mo had one of the Allspark Fragments, which she was using as her own weapon to cause Bee to slow down, getting the other human villains together to form a team, The SUV. However, that wasn't all that was going on in the night.

After another pursuit and stalking down the group, watching from a distance, they see the villainous group making some sort of contraption, a machine for who knows what. Listening as best as they can and watching, they see that their little getaway vehicle is actually a Decepticon. Swindle, an Intergalactic Arms Dealer Con who will sell and trade anything for the right price, and one of Megatron's best suppliers. This was not good.

"Their getaway car is a Decepticon? We gotta call Prime, get some backup!" Sari said with worry, watching with Bumblebee from afar.

"You're right, right. Yeah I'll do that. But first I'm gonna take these creeps down myself!" Bumblebee smirked and was ready to jump into action. Now was his chance to show he's not a screw-up. He quickly and quietly grabbed Sari, transforming into vehicle mode and driving to the scene of the crime, up the building. Bumblebee couldn't get close though, as Slow-Mo was shooting her slow-down beams to try and stop Swindle, but it was no use and the beams bounced off of a protective shield he had around him. As Bumblebee backed away for safety, Sari jumped out and hit his car door.

"Ok, no more arguing! You either call for backup or I do it for you!" Sari fussed at Bumblebee, as he transformed back, but didn't call for backup.

"Sari, I can handle this. Just trust me. I don't need backup." Bumblebee argued back, before Sari could protest, Bee was already running out to stop Swindle. Sari groaned and pulled out her phone, dialing for Optimus and the others immediately.

"Now, I really don't want to ask again for that timepiece!" Swindle yelled at Slow-Mo, aiming his canon at her, ready to fire. Slow-Mo refused to hand it over though.

"You wouldn't risk blasting me and destroying this!" Slow-Mo yelled back at the Con. Swindle hummed and soon smirked.

"Good point." Swindle then raises his other servo and activates another module installed on him, using it to quickly take the fragment from Slow-Mo, leaving her shocked.

"But now~..." Swindle aimed his canon again, charging it up and blasting at the ground, making Slow-Mo fall through as she screamed, joining the rest of the villains down below. Swindle turns to the machine, ready to install the fragment into it, but his hand gets blasted by bolts of electricity. Swindle hisses as the Allspark fragment is knocked out of his servos, he turns to see a shiny yellow Minibot aiming his stingers at him. Bumblebee was in battle stance, ready to fight.

"So how much would it cost for you to go away? Or come surrender before I fry your circuits?" Bumblebee joked and tried saying it cooly, standing epic and doing his best to look intimidating. Swindle was annoyed, but couldn't help laugh at how ridiculous the Minibot looked. This tiny Autobot? Trying to stop him? Stand up to him? How laughable. Bumblebee didn't appreciate being laughed at though. 

"Haha! Now now, I'm sure we can work something out~, just walk away before I accidentally step on you little guy. Let the grown-up get his work done." Swindle insulted and joked back, Bumblebee glared at him.

"The name's Bumblebee! Now stick them up!" Bumblebee yelled at Swindle, charging up his stingers. 

"Now I really don't enjoy it when small nuisances waste my time, but since you insist~..." Swindle raised his servos up in the air, only to lower his right one quickly and blast his canon at Bee, who quickly jumped out of the way. Bumblebee tumbled on the ground, quickly getting back on his peds and firing at Swindle. Swindle used his bubble shield to protect himself, keeping it active, and started making his way over to the Allspark fragment. Bumblebee couldn't let him grab it, he quickly dashed and shot his bolts at the fragment, moving it further away, giving him time to hurry and grab it.

"Oh no you don't little guy!" Swindle lifted his canon again, charging it up and firing to slow Bumblebee down. Bumblebee quickly dodged, but stumbled and fell face forward on the ground. Swindle lifted his left servo and used his magnetic module again to grab the fragment. Bumblebee got up on his peds and shook his helm, trying to focus and looked over at Swindle, without much thought, he quickly dashed over to the Con.

"Gonna take a lot more than that to stop me!" Bumblebee shouted, jumping at Swindle, who swiftly dodged out of the way, watching with amusement as Bumblebee collapsed.

"Honestly, don't you know when to pick on something your size? Or is your ego that much bigger and taller than you?" Swindle teased the Minibot, aiming his canon at Bumblebee again, ready to fire, but the scout moved faster. Bumblebee quickly got back up and rolled out of the way, aiming his stingers and shooting at Swindle again. The bubble shield was still active, however, the electric shot bounced off the shield, bouncing off a few more objects, and finally hitting the machine. Swindle was jaw dropped, the machine now destroyed, circuits frying and catching up into flames. Swindle glared back at the Minibot.

"HA! How's that for size!?" Bumblebee gave a slag-eating grin, feeling mighty confident about what he done. Swindle was pissed, he was so close to getting a good deal with his favorite & best customer, and this Minibot just had to ruin it.

"First you interrupt my work before I can even sell this baby to my best seller! Then you ruined it after all thay hard work! You want this timepiece so bad!? Come & get it!" Swindle waved the fragment in his servo, teasing and tempting Bumblebee to just try doing another stupid move. 

Bumblebee didn't hesitate, he was gonna stop Swindle, he was gonna prove himself. One way or another. Bumblebee dashed towards Swindle, firing and shooting more electric bolts at Swindle, even though the bubble shield was still protecting him. Swindle aims his canon at the charging Minibot and starts firing, Bee is quick on stabilizers and dodges the beams. Bumblebee runs circles around Swindle, moving faster & faster, even transforming into vehicle mode to do donuts around him.

"Try keeping up, ya buckethead looking fragger!" Bumblebee taunted, getting a good chuckle as he kept swerving around the Con, getting Swindle dizzy & distracted.

"Ok, now your playing dirty!" Swindle tries to hit Bee with his canon beams, but he kept missing. The amount of shots had builded up quite a cloudy & dusty scene, making it impossible to see up close, but Swindle soon notices that the minibot had stopped running circles around him. Swindle thought he managed to hit Bumblebee, lowering the bubble shield to look & see if he gotten rid of the Minibot. 

Unfortunately for Swindle, that gave Bumblebee the chance to strike. He shouted and pounced onto Swindle, trying to take the fragment from his servo.

"Agh! Ew! G-get off me!" Swindle shouted, trying to shake and slap Bumblebee off him, but it was no use. Bumblebee charged up his stingers and shocked Swindle's servo, making him hiss & drop the fragment. The Allspark fragment had fallen onto the ground and gotten kicked away, causing it to fall off the edge of the building they were on. The 2 immediately stop their struggle and rush over to where the fragment had fallen.

It fell off the building and onto the empty street, bouncing and rolling off the sidewalk and near the edge of a sewer drainage. Both mechs watch with worried wide optics, praying to Primus the Allspark Fragment doesn't fall....unfortunately, it falls down into the sewers. The Allspark fragment was now lost somewhere in the filthy sewers, both mechs couldn't believe it. All of that struggle and hardwork, just for it to fall down the drain. Literally. 

"Well...that ruins my evenings plans." Swindle commented, but unlike him, Bumblebee however still had a chance to make it right by stopping Swindle still, to capture him into Autobot custody. Before either one makes a move, sirens were approaching their direction. It was the police & the Autobot team rushing to the crime scene. Swindle could take them on if he wanted, but he didn't want to get his servos dirty. Besides, time is money, and he couldn't waste anymore of it. 

Swindle immediately stood up on his stabilizers, grabbing Bumblebee roughly and looking him in the optics, giving a bit of a smirk despite being upset with this evenings fiasco. 

"As fun as this was, I gotta bounce, and so do you. Next time though, actually buy something." Swindle teased and tossed Bumblebee off the building. Bumblebee screamed as he fell, hitting the ground pretty hard, groaning in pain. Swindle quickly & swiftly transformed into vehicle mode, using a gadget to turn invisible, and driving away.

The Aubobots & Cops arrived, Fanzone telling his officers to hurry & catch the human villains while they still can. Meanwhile, The Autobots transformed and rush over to Bumblebee.

"Bumblebee, are you alright?" Optimus asked with concern, Bumblebee groaned & sat up, rubbing his helm. 

"Y-yeah Bossbot, I'm good." Bumblebee reassured him, standing up on his peds and dusting himself off. Ratchet did a quick checkup on him, just a few dents, but nothing too serious thankfully.

"What exactly happened little buddy?" Bulkhead asked, before Bumblebee could answer, Prowl spoke up.

"And where's The Decepticon? Sari called us for backup, but didn't get time to explain." Prowl asked & explained, that's when Bumblebee realized his mistakes. How was he gonna explain this to the team? 

"I'll tell you what happened! Since he rushed off to go handle this all by himself!" Sari yelled, rushing over to the group after finding her way to them.

Bumblebee was fragged. Sari explained everything, of what she saw and what Bumblebee did. Needless to say, the team grew less concerned and more upset. Swindle had gotten away. The Autobots couldn't stop him in time. While the so-called, "SUV" was captured and taken into custody by Fanzone, it still wasn't a pleasant victory for them. Bumblebee looked at his team with a nervous sheepish small smile, he could feel the anger just dripping off them. Even Sari was upset at Bumblebee, but not as much as the other mechs.

"Soooo...I call that a win, haha...I mean, sure could've gone better, lost an Allspark fragment in a sewer drain, Swindle got away, but the day is saved, so-!" A loud clank rang out, as Ratchet smacked Bumblebee in the back of his helm, hard enough that he could've left a dent, but enough to make Bee shut up.

"Can it already! What were you thinking!? Why didn't you wait!?" Ratchet fussed at Bumblebee for acting so careless.

"I did what I thought was best! You guys are too slow! I was the only one here, somebody had to do something!" Bumblebee argued back and defended himself.

"So you thought the best response was to act illogical and be egotistical? Cause your choices let Swindle get away and lose an Allspark fragment." Prowl commented, clearly annoyed at Bumblebee too. 

"Cut me some slack will ya! We can still get the fragment and who cares about Swindle!?" 

"Because that's another Decepticon on the loose! Swindle is a Intergalactic Arms Dealer and one of Megatron's suppliers! Can't you think of anything useful in that processor of yours!?" Ratchet scowled and countered back at Bee's argument.

"B-but I-!" 

"Look, little buddy, you should've just waited for us. You really put yourself at risk and let him get away." Bulkhead calmly explained, Bumblebee couldn't believe it, even his own best friend argued against him.

"Still though! I did what I thought was best! He could've left with the fragment!" Bumblebee yelled, throwing his servos up in exaggeration.

"Yet you thought juggling and running around in circles with that weirdo was a good plan?" Sari stated, not helping Bumblebee out with this one.

"I just thought-!"

"Enough. Bumblebee, when are you going to take this seriously? I am not pleased with how you handled today's situation. Not just with Nanosec, Professor Princess, Angry Archer, nor with this now Slow-Mo, but the fact you poorly took on a Decepticon knowing there wasn't a good chance at winning. You may have stalled and gotten the Allspark Fragment away from him, but that doesn't excuse the fact you let your ego get the better of you and let poor decision-making get out of hand." Optimus glared and spoke in a serious tone, expressing his disappointment and just how upset he was.

Bumblebee was jaw-dropped, hurt, embarrassed, and was mad. He did his best, he did what he thought was best, he couldn't let Swindle nor the SUV get away with their crimes. What else could he have done? He wasn't one to wait, sit, and watch. Bumblebee just acted, he thought he did well enough, why couldn't his team see that?

"...B-But, I just-!"

"Just save it. No excuses, no buts, it's, ands, or's, nothing. I expect you to be a better team player next time." Optimus said, turning around and transforming to head back to the plant. The others following his lead, and Sari getting into Bulkhead's vehicle.

"And YOU are going to be the one to find that Allspark Fragment in the morning!" Ratchet fussed at Bumblebee, saying it as a form of punishment. Bumblebee watched as they all started driving away, not following them immediately and staying behind.

Man...did that hurt.

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A mega-cycle had passed as Bee made his way back to the plant slowly in vehicle mode. He transformed and wanted to go inside, but he couldn't bring himself to do so. Bumblebee was still mad at the others, a mad little at himself, but he still didn't think he was wrong.

Just who did they think they are? Somebody had to be a hero, Bumblebee is a hero, and he acted like one. Sure, he got a little in over his head, got made to look like some fool in front of Swindle, lost the Allspark Fragment when it fell into the sewers, and Swindle got away....but he did a good job....right? Bumblebee vented deeply, he looked up at the doorway to the base, he didn't want to go inside, even if the others were possibly already in recharge, he didn't wanna be near the same spaces as everyone else.

Bumblebee turned around and sat down on the ground, thinking to himself and looking up at the stars. Maybe he should've waited, maybe he should've done something else, maybe his team was right. That he let his ego get the better of him and screwed up big time. Acting egotistical, illogical, made everyone disappointed in him. Not even Sari would back him up. Bumblebee frowned and looked down at the ground, closing his optics for a brief moment. 

Soon, a loud rattling and shuddering sound was heard, Bumblebee looked back and saw Optimus coming out. Optimus was about to go out to comm link and look for Bumblebee since he thought he hadn't returned yet, but was surprised to see the scout was outside. It was...awkward, to say the least. Tension in the air.

"Um, hey." Optimus awkwardly greeted Bumblebee, who gave a glare and looked away from Prime.

"Hi..." Bumblebee replied grudgingly, as a now tense and awkward silence formed between the 2. Optimus debated if he should leave Bumblebee alone, but he did wanted to speak to him about today.

Bumblebee stayed in place, looking up at the stars, looking back down at the ground, and back up at the stars. Optimus took a deep yet quiet vent, looking at the scout, wondering if he had been too harsh on him. Optimus stood there for a few nanokliks, before he started moving towards Bumblbee, standing behind him.

"Um...may I join you?" Optimus asked, trying to sound casual. Bumblebee just shrugged.

"Do what you want." Bumblebee replied, sounding a bit bitter, clearly still upset over what happened today with the SUV team, with Swindle, and with his team. Optimus sits down next to Bumblebee, glancing at him, looming at what's around them, looking at the stars, and then glancing back at Bee. 

"Do you...want to talk about what happened?" Optimus asked, wanting to see if Bee needed to vent it all out, if the scout would talk about it at all.

"About what? About how I screwed everything up cause of my "egotistical" and "illogical" behavior? That Swindle got away cause of me? Or cause you just want to keep scowling me for all I've done wrong today?" Bumblebee replied sarcastically with a harsh tone, very much upset just having to remember what the others had bashed him for earlier, and wondering if it really was his fault. Optimus was silent for a few nanokliks, trying to find the right words to say before speaking up.

"Bumblebee...maybe we were too harsh on you, you didn't deserve that and it wasn't your fault...but you should've made better choices." Optimus reassured and explained, but it didn't lighten Bee's mood.

"Yeah, sure, better choices as in hide and call for backup while they got away with everything. I just wanted to show that I can handle things on my own. I'm not a screw-up, ok?" Bumblebee raised his voice, now looking down at the ground, his digits playing with the tiny pebbles and rocks. 

"I'm just saying things could've gone differently is all, but it's not your fault. You acted and did what you thought was best. Yes, Swindle got away, but you did catch the others. Besides, we were all just worried about you, facing a Con on your own and making dangerous, risky choices on your own, you could've gotten hurt, or even gone offline." Optimus explained again, not trying to sound like he was scowling or telling off Bumblebee. Bee groaned and thrown his servos up in exaggeration.

"I know and I get it! Just, y-you didn't have to go off on me like that, none of you did! I get it, it was stupid! But somebody had to do something! Even if it was me and me alone in the moment! Isn't that what heroes are supposed to do!? Or...am I not cut out for it?" Bumblebee went quiet, frowning, he slowly looked up at Optimus, who could tell this was bothering the scout a lot. Optimus thought to himself, they are suppose to be a team, he's suppose to be the leader and set an example.

What if Bumblebee wasn't learning that well cause of him? Thinking if he needs to train him more, teach him more. The speeding scout is young, but still is grown enough to know better. Optimus placed a servo on Bee's shoulder and did his best to give a meaningful look, to show he understands.

"It's never easy being a hero. It's not in any of our coding. Yet, were still standing and were still here together as a team. You're a hero Bumblebee, you just made a few mistakes, but nothing you can't learn from. I'm proud of you, I'm sorry if I don't say it enough, and I'm sorry if I don't set a good example for you. So I will take responsibility for what happened today, alright?" Optimus spoke, making Bumblebee surprised. Did Bossbot really think he wasn't a good example, not a good leader? He didn't mean to make him feel that way.

"N-no, I...it's my fault. I could've done better. I'm sorry, Bossbot. You're a good leader, I just don't listen when I should." Bumblebee said, admitting his wrong. Bee won't learn overnight, but he knows he could've done something else when facing Swindle.

"Still though, as the leader, I need to set an example and teach you more. Just know that I'm glad you're safe and ok, but let's not repeat today. And I promise the next time you do something reckl-! Um...unplanned, I won't get mad." Optimus promised, using his other servo to gesture a cross over his spark. Bumblebee couldn't help but smile a bit.

"No need to be cheesy, but...thanks. And, sorry, again." Bumblebee apologized once more.

"No worries...you wanna come inside and recharge? It's pretty late." Optimus offered, but Bumblebee shook his helm no though.

"Nah, not yet at least. Just wanna stay out here a bit longer." Bumblebee looked up at the stars. Sari once told him that scouts use the stars to navigate their way through the areas they were in once nighttime came. Bumblebee thought it was silly, but it was still nice & calming to look at. Optimus looked up with him, making small talk about the stars with Bumblebee. It was peaceful, most of the tension was gone, but some of it still lingering in the back of Bee's processor.

Bumblebee knew he wasn't the smartest, knew he didn't make the best choices, knew he was young and inexperienced with all this now hero & war stuff, but he wanted to be there to help the ones he loved & cared for the most. To hopefully live up to his dream as an Elite Guard, maybe rub it in Sentinel's stupid big chin aft face, and prove he is still gonna be the best star player.

Yeah. Bumblebee totally got this.

Chapter Text

A few weeks have passed since the incident with Swindle & the Allspark fragment, though the following morning wasn't as fun when having to go into the sewers to retrieve the fragment. Bumblebee knew the team was never gonna let him live this down. Quite a lot happened within the weeks passing though. With the reveal of Wasp, a former Autobot who had been accused & arrested for working for the Decepticons. escaping the High-Security Autobot Stockades. Black Arachnia had caused more trouble while getting The Dinobots, and Meltdown in the mix of it. Then The Construction Bots managed to cause havoc in their secret base, but thankfully stopped by Sari, while the rest of the team dealt with Blitzwing in downtown Detroit.

The Autobots in the meantime were still trying to stop Megatron and his Cons from completing the Space Bridge he was constructing. Hoping to stop The Tyrant from completing his plans.

The Autobots currently were their secret base, watching Bulkhead paint, or attempting to paint Sari, who was trying to be as still as possible while posing.

"Needs more color. Something bold." Bumblebee commented, standing next to his giant green friend with a smile.

"Oh, bold~." Bulkhead listened and dipped his brush into a brighter color of paint.

"But not so bold that it gives me a processor-ache!" Ratchet added, standing behind Bulkhead and looking grouchy as always.

"Oh, too bold." Bulkhead replied, dipping his brush into the paint again and kept painting, adding and mixing the colors together.

"Or perhaps some trees, nature can be very inspiring." Prowl suggested, also standing behind Bulkhead with his arms crossed.

"Oh trees..." Bulkhead muttered, focused on the painting and adding the details.

"Maybe it should have a caption, you know so people can tell what it's... suppose to be." Optimus suggested as well, standing on the other side next to Bulkhead, not trying to show his confusion or judgment on the painting. The others doing the same. Bulkhead was getting a bit frustrated though, painting more and more.

"Caption, uh...ah..." Bulkhead stopped and leaned back, looking shocked, with the Bots looking at the canvas with confusion, shock, and a bit of regret for implying and suggesting. The canvas had what was supposed to be Sari on it, with it now looking like some brightly colored version of what she would look like crooked up, a strange mangled body.

"Ugh, maybe I was wrong about the color..." Bumblebee quietly said, judging the painting his friend made.

"And the trees." Prowl added, not trying to judge.

"Now I think it needs a longer caption." Optimus also added, trying not to judge as well. Bulkhead frowned, got up and started walking away, about to leave the base. Sari stopped posing and reached out for the giant Bot.

"Bulkhead! Where are you going!?" Sari asked, looking worried to see Bulkhead look so down.

"To find another canvas, this one's ruined." Bulkhead said, heading towards the entrance and leaving. Sari frowned face quickly turned into a glare and looked back at the others.

"Way to go guys." Sari then went after Bulkhead, following him, the others staying in place and watching. Bumblebee felt a little bad, Bulkhead is his friend, he should be supportive, not judging. Even if Bulkhead's paintings did look like a bunch of....ugly squiggly blotches. The others went back to doing what they were doing before, so Bumblebee decided to go after his friend too and catch up.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Bulkhead and Sari walked through the park together, talking as Bulkhead vented to her, with Sari trying to give him some comfort and advice as best as she could.

"I just want them to like my work." Bulkhead said softly, frowning and looking down at Sari, who gave a reassuring smile to the big green Autobot.

"But artists are supposed to paint what they feel. You can't worry about what other people think." Sari said, doing her best to support Bulkhead.

"I'm not sure if I can do that..."

"Well I think you should listen to Sari!" Bulkhead and Sari turned around, seeing the voice approach them, an all too familiar yellow car stopping in front of them. Bumblebee transformed and approached his friend.

"If you wanna paint a bunch of ugly squiggly blotches, then who am I to tell you that it stinks?" Bee tried comforting and reassuring Bulkhead too, but it came out more insulting than reassuring, making Bulkhead frown more.

"You really think it stinks?" Bulkhead asked, Sari glared up at BumbleBee.

"Not helping..." Sari said to Bee, before more could be said between any of the 3 however, a cannon beam flared up and fired down at them. The 3 were shocked and caught off guard, the beam barely missed as it hit right in front of them. They look up and see a massive Helicopter flying over them, they all knew it was the evil Tyrant Warlord himself...

"MEGATRON!!!" Bumblebee shouted out. Sari glared at the Decepticon, but she looked up at the windows of the cockpit, noticing something inside of it. Tied up, mouth taped shut, sweating bullets out of fear for the 3 of them, especially for Sari, was Professor Sumdac himself. Sari's glare softened, seeing her dad for the first time after months of not knowing where he was or where he had been held captive at.

"Dad?..." Sari whispered, she couldn't believe it. Megatron fired another beam at them, all of them splitting up and running out of the way.

"He's alive...my dad's still alive! Megatron must've been holding him hostage this whole time!" Sari shouted, running out of the way from the destruction and trying to hide somewhere more safely as Megatron kept firing. Bumblebee wasn't that convinced, since Sumdac did help rebuild Megatron, even if the professor was fooled by him.

"Or working with him this whole time!" Bumblebee shouted back, running to Sari and grabbing her quickly off the ground, dodging another beam shot down at them.

"What!?" Sari glared at the Minibot, Bumblebee just looked back over his shoulder and kept running, having a bit of a smile on his face.

"Well, I'm just saying!"

"My dad would never!" Sari argued back, Bumblebee looks back at her, still smiling. Bulkhead catches up with them and starts running beside Bumblebee.

"Can we talk about this later!?" Bulkhead shouted at the 2, as they kept running. The 3 were unaware that Megatron flew ahead of them and transformed, landing hard on his peds in front of them, blocking their path. Megatron smirked at them, Professor Sumdac tied to his chassis, like some sort of shield despite how small he was compared to the giant grey mech. Of course, it wouldn't do anything to protect him, but Megatron knew it would get the Autobots to not attack him since they cared for this human so much.

That didn't stop Bumblebee however, he quickly put Sari down and aimed his servo up at Megatron, pulling out his stinger and charging it up, ready to fire at the Warlord. Even if it didn't do much damage, Bumblebee wanted to do something to slow Megatron down from whatever he was planning.

"NO! Don't shoot! You'll hit my dad!" Sari shouted, waving her arms up at Bumblebee to get him to lower his stingers and to stop him from attacking.

"She's right!" Bulkhead agreed, looking at Bumblebee and hoping his little friend wouldn't act on impulse. This didn't stop Bumblebee, as he acted and did what he thought was best.

"Then what are we supposed to do!? Fight him with snappy comebacks!? We have to stop Megatron though! I won't hit him!" Bumblebee argued back, before Sari or Bulkhead could stop him, Bumblebee shot his stingers at Megatron. The bolts hitting right below where Sumdac was tied up, Sumdac sweating and flinched as the shot barely missed him. This of course didn't really hurt Megatron, but he did get annoyed by the pathetic move. Megatron fired up his cannon and shot at them again, Bulkhead this time picked up Sari and both Autobots dodged out of the way.

Bumblebee knows he'll have to make it up to Sari for nearly hitting her dad, but right now, Megatron needs to be stopped. As Bumblebee dodged out of the way, he heard and noticed a light blue and black car speeding in his direction. The same speed racing car from the night he was in Master Disaster's illegal racing game, while the car did save him from Blitzwing, it didn't stop Bumblebee from assuming that this was another mech in disguise, one possibly working for the Decepticons.

"The Blue Racer? I knew it! He must be working with Megatron too! Moving to intercept!" Bumblebee said aloud, quickly acting once again and transforming to vehicle mode, dashing towards the speeding car. The speeding car stepped on its brakes hard, screeching to a stop as Bumblebee blocked their path, trying to stop this "Decepticon".

The speeding blue car immediately turns around and speeds off, Bumblebee following in hot pursuit, leaving Sari & Bulkhead behind to deal with Megatron. The 2 vehicles dashed back into the main streets of Detroit, Bumblebee behind the speeding racing car. Bumblebee wasn't about to let them get away this time.

"Pull over! NOW!" Bumblebee shouted at the speeding car, now bumping into their side to make them wreck. It took a few hits, with Bee having to switch sides, but he managed to get the speeding car to swerve and crash. The speeding car crashed hard into a lamp post, Bumblebee quickly transformed and moved his servo to try comm.linking Bulkhead.

"I just nailed that lousy Decepticon! How you holding up Bulkhead!?...Bulkhead!?" Bumblebee couldn't get a response, but soon heard a Helicopter taking off. Bee turns around and sees Bulkhead, knocked out in the air and being taken away by Megatron. Bumblebee could do nothing but watch as his friend was taken away. Bee became upset, turning to the speeding crashed car and aiming his stingers at it, ready to fire.

"Alright Zippy! Start talking!" Bumblebee demanded, but he wasn't expecting the speeding car to transform and reveal himself. Let alone wearing an Autobot symbol on him.

"Firstofall, thenamesnotZippy! Asamatteroffact, Idon'tbelieveI'veevermetanotherbotnamedZippy, soonecouldonlyassumethatyoucameupwithZippyinrefrencetomyspeed, whichmaybetechnicallyaccurate, butlacksacertaincreativity." The Blue Mech said so fast that Bumblebee couldn't process what just happened, let alone couldn't believe his own optics, he was just speechless. Bee lowered his stinger as the Blue mech continued speaking.

"Moretothepoint! Thename's, Blurr! I'manAutobotIntelligenceAgent, senttothisplanetbytheEliteGuardtokeepaneyeonthisplanetaswellasOptimusPrimeandhiscrew, aswellasmoderntheDecepticonactivity, ANDYOUmyfriend, havejustblownaDecacycleofcovertsurveillancedesignedtouncoverMegatron'splottoconqureCybertron! EverythingwasgoingaccordingtoplanwhenIinterceptedacommunicationbetweentheDecepticonleaderandanunknowndoubleagent! TheywereinthemidstofplottingtheabductionofanunsuspectingAutobot, whichnow, fromthestatusofthe currentgroundsituation, appearstohavebeensuccessful. Gotthatsofar?" Blurr finished speaking, Bumblebee was still in shock and processing all of this, just jaw dropped.

"Uh...Could you repeat the last part?" Bumblebee nervously smiled and asked.

"Whichlastpart?"

"Oh, everything after the name's not Zippy?"

~~~~~~~~~~~

Bumblebee and Blurr went to the secret base to inform the others immediately, though Sari was mad at Bumblebee once again for nearly hitting her dad, and how he left her & Bulkhead behind. Bumblebee tried saying sorry, but Sari didn't wanna hear it. He seriously needs to make it up to her. As Blurr explained what he discovered, with Mgeatron's hideout, the double-agent, Bulkhead somehow being the Galaxies Best Space-Bridge Expert, to which they still couldn't believe, he soon began to blame Bumblebee again for interfering with the plan earlier.

"WhichiswhatbringsustoarguetodaywhenIattemptedtothawMegatron'splanswhenthemissionbecamefatallycompromisedwhensomebotthewayand-!"

"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry!? Man, talk about beating a dead spark plug! Besides, if you would have told us who you were from the start, none of this would've happened!" Bumblebee defended himself and cut Blurr off.

"And I still can't believe you nearly hit my dad! I want him back! Safe, sound, and alive!" Sari fussed at Bumblebee, who turned around and gave her an apologetic look.

"I was just trying to stop Megatron. I didn't hit Sumdac and knew where to aim at." Bumblebee defended, but Sari crossed her arms and looked away.

"Wait, you nearly caused harm to Professor Sumdac?" Prowl questioned Bumblebee's choice.

"In an attempt to stop Megatron? What were you thinking!?" Ratchet scowled, making Bumblebee glare at the older bot.

"I thought about slowing him down, then Zippy here showed up-!"

"Forthelasttime, mynameisBlurr." Blurr added.

"Whatever, I just thought Bulkhead could handle it while I stopped, BLURR here." Bumblebee crossed his arms, frowning and glaring at the ground. Optimus sighed and rubbed his faceplates, now wasn't the time to scowl & lecture the scout to do better.

"We'll talk about this later, right now the important thing is to rescue Bulkhead!" Optimus said, ending what would've been another heated argument, but he would seriously need to speak to Bumblebee about his behavior and choices later.

"Ratchet, head for the ship and try to get them back online one more time. Take Sari and the Allspark fragments with you and keep them safe. The rest of you are with me and Blurr. Transform and-!"

"WAIT!" Sari shouted, cutting the Prime off from his command and giving his usual roll-out phrase. Sari ran up in front of Optimus, giving a serious expression.

"You guys really don't think my dad is working for Megatron, do you!?" Sari demanded for an answer, hoping they didn't really think or feel that way.

"He's gotta be! I mean, he's-!"

"I'm not asking YOU!" Sari cut off Bumblebee, who quickly quieted down and looked away. He shouldn't have spoken up, knowing Sari was still mad at him.

"Look, to be honest Sari, I don't know what to believe." Optimus answered, Sari looked up at him with worry and sadness.

"Just promise me you'll get him back here alive!" Sari practically begged, Optimus looked down at her with reassurance and hope.

"I promise...Lets go." Optimus ordered, the others following his lead. Sari quickly went to Ratchet to leave with him, Bumblebee wanted to apologize, but now wasn't the time. The Autobots transformed and rolled out.

~~~~~~~~~~~

The team drove deeper and deeper into the nature-filled forest, heading straight to Megatron's secret location and base, Blurr leading Optimus, Bumblebee, and Prowl. Ratchet and Sari were at the Autobot ship, trying to jump-start the ship and get Omega Supreme to online again. They knew they were heading into a danger zone, but were ready to face whatever came their way. They soon reached the entrance of the mines that led to Megatron's lair, walking inside and going deep into the mine. The 4 reached the main area, multiple other tunnels, all seemed cleared and ok though.

"The area is clear. No sign of any Decepticon energy signal." Optimus spoke, the Autobots looked around, but they failed to notice that they were not alone. An icy beam had shot at Bumblebee and Prowl, but the 2 managed to dodge in time. 2 heavy flying missiles aimed at Optimus and Blurr, both managed to dodge out of the way.

"Unfortunately, the same cannot be said for your energy signals, Autobots." Blitzwing spoke, approaching them with Lugnut by his side.

"The signal damper created by your human professor has become quite useful." Lugnut spoke as well, both Cons ready for combat. Bumblebee quickly acted and pulled out his stingers, charging up and ready to fire. Blitzwing quickly stopped him by shooting an icy beam at his servos, Bumblebee yells as he was sent back flying into the wall, servos and stingers frozen in solid ice. Optimus shouted and charged at Blitzwing with his axe, swinging at the Triple-Changer. Blitzwing caught the axe though, stopping Optimus' attack and smirking at the Prime struggling. Blitzwing's faceplate switched to Hothead, charging up his cannon again.

"Is it hot in here!? Or is it me!?" Hothead taunted, tossing Optimus away and having ahold of his axe. Blitzwing aimed and shot flaming hot fire beams at them. The others quickly dodged out of the way, Bumblebee wasn't as fortunate, the fire barely missing him. Bumblebee was left a bit burnt, but the fire had melted the ice around Bumblebee's servos and stingers. Bumblebee smirked and was ready to fight back.

"Thanks! Blitzbrain!" Bumblebee yelled and jumped back into action with his stingers. Bumblebee charged up his stingers once more and fired right at Blitzwing, who dodged and jumped out of the way. Blitzwing switched to his Icy persona and immediately fired ice onto the ground, making Bumblebee and Blurr lose their pedding, and sliding onto the icy ground.

"Wanna play Autobot?" *Switch* "Because I love playing tag! MUHAHAHA!" Random laughed and cackled, immediately charging after Bumblebee, who quickly got back on his peds and made a run for it, dashing down one of the mining tunnels.

"Bumblebee-!" Optimus tried going to help the scout, but was punched away by Lugnut. He would have to deal with the brute first before he could get to the Minibot, same with Blurr and Prowl, he could only hope that Bumblebee could outrun the crazy triple-changer.

Bumblebee transformed and rushed down one of the mine tunnels, Blitzwing still in hot pursuit behind him, as the giant Con also transformed into Jet mode to chase Bumblebee.

"Knock it off and give it up Blitzbrain!" Bumblebee yelled and insulted at Blitzwing, who just laughed at him and kept chasing.

"No way! This is the most fun I've had in ages! Especially with you~, little bug~!" Random laughed more and more, still chasing Bumblebee. Blitzwing fired up his cannons and shot both fire & ice at Bumblebee, trying to stop him or make him crash. Bumblebee had little room to dodge other than to simply outrun the shots, he saw he was approaching the end of the tunnel and quickly transformed back, basically flying out and landing roughly onto the ground.

"Oook, ow...never doing that again." Bumblebee groaned and rubbed his helm, he quickly stood up and continued running, Blitzwing transforming as well and continued chasing him. Bumblebee pulled out his stingers, charging them up, he thought about firing at Blitzwing, but he saw up ahead what appeared to be an old minecart railing with some carts full of boulders. Bumblebee quickly shot at it and made it collapse, he quickly dashed in front of the falling debris so it could land on Blitzwing instead.

Bumblebee smirked, looking over his shoulder to see Blitzwing get crushed by the falling rocks & cart. Blitzwing quickly acted, using both his cannons and shot at the rocks, burning & freezing them enough to make them break on impact, Blitzwing punched a few out of his way and destroyed the cart. Bumblebee's optics grew in shock & fear, but he couldn't stop running as Blitzwing continued to pursue him. Bumblebee sped down another tunnel, getting down onto the old tracks and using his wheels to move as fast as possible.

"Hey! No cheating! *Switch* GET BACK HERE YOU PUNY INSECT!!!" Hothead shouted, taking control and starting to pick up the pace, determined to catch the brightly colored scout. Bumblebee kept going, getting a good amount of distance to lose Blitzwing, maybe he could hide and Blitzwing could pass him? Bumblebee looked ahead and quickly halted to a stop, standing on his peds and looking around. It was a dead end.

"Oh come on!" Bumblebee cursed himself, he didn't have much time. Quickly looking around, Bumblebee noticed a small rocky gap in the wall next to him, quickly moved and squeezed himself into the cracked wall, seeing it lead down another tunnel. The sounds of scrapping were loud, his armor getting cut up now as he squeezed through the gap, but he couldn't stop now.

"I am so gonna need a nice wash, paint job, and polish after this..." Bumblebee muttered to himself, hearing the sound of large stomping peds coming to a halt. He couldn't turn his helm around all the way, but he could look back enough to see from the corner of his optic, that Blitzwing was at gap, and trying to reach him.

"I will be scrapping more than just that fragging paint job of yours! COME HERE!!!" Blitzwing shouted, trying to grab the Minibot, but failed as his giant servo couldn't even reach near an inch into the gap. Bumblebee vented and reached the other side, falling down and looking back, smiling confidently in victory.

"HA! Good luck grabbing me now Blitzbrain!" Bumblebee yelled, getting a good chuckle as Blitzwing struggled, getting more angry. Blitzwing took that personally, balling up his servo's into fists, as he smashed at the wall, breaking it apart within just a few hits. Bumblebee was shocked, yelping as a few heavy rocks came landing on him, unable to move out of the way in time. Blitzwing then grabbed both ends of the cracked wall and, with his strength, managed to tear the wall apart, more rocks falling down as dust filled the air. Bumblebee was trapped under the rocks, trying to squirm his way out, but it was too late.

"Still want to run Autobot!? Mock me!? *Switch* Or will you accept defeat? Then again, not much of a choice, now is there?" Icy spoke and approached the trapped Minibot, easily picking him up and holding him close so he wouldn't escape.

"Let me go! I swear I'm gonna turn you into a pile of scrap metal!" Bumblebee struggled, swearing and shouting, but it was no use. Soon, the mines started shaking, the sound of a loud yet distant explosion could be heard, both Mechs looked down the tunnel in curiosity, wondering what that was. Blitzwing then received a comm.link from Megatron, listening to what his leader had to say. 

"Come now little sparkling, I must go assist Lord Megatron. *Switch* We'll stop for Energon Goodies! HAHAHA!" Random laughed, happily running with the captive scout close to his chassis. Bumblebee kept struggling, groaning in annoyance. Could this day get any worse?

~~~~~~~~~~~

Ok, spoke too soon. It can get worse. The Space Bridge had been successfully made and ready for use, all thanks to Bulkhead and him not realizing he could've helped Sumdac sabotage it.

Blitzwing went to free Lugnut from the stasis cuffs he was trapped in that the Autobots put on him. Having to listen to Lugnut rant about wanting to offline Bumblebee. Then turns out that the explosion came from Starscream and his clones attacking Megatron, Mix Master and Scrapper helping him out, before Lugnut and Blitzwing came to help. Blitzwing tossed Bumblebee to the side and froze him again, freezing his whole body except for his helm. Bumblebee struggled to escape the whole time, but was unable too. Prowl did manage to free him so Bumblebee could help, but the escape and fight didn't last much longer as they were recaptured again. Blurr was knocked out and trapped in cement, Optimus, Prowl, Bulkhead were unable to move with Stasis Cuffs on him, and Bee was once again trapped in ice by Blitzwing.

Starscream was ALMOST successful once again with offlining Megatron, the clones having been too much and holding Megatron down at first, but Sumdac managed to get ahold of The Warmaster Head Megatron used to threaten Bulkhead with. While Starscream was taken care of and now just a helm without his body, Sumdac didn't have much time to fight Megatron himself, as Megatron tossed the clones at Sumdac and shot off his head. Starscream screamed as his body crushed and trapped him, demanding the clones finish off Megatron. Yet, just as deceptive and traitours Starscream was, so were his own creations, as they sided with Megatron instead and left Starscream under his body.

All seemed lost. The Decepticons were gonna win. 

Prowl started humming, his engines softly running as he tried to use his ninja technique to free himself from the stasis cuff. Bumblebee found it annoying.

"Will you stop that stupid humming?" Bumblebee whispered to Prowl, glaring at the ninja-bot.

"This 'stupid humming' is a focusing technique. A trained cyber ninja can use Processor Over Matter to remove these cuffs." Prowl quietly explained, Bumblebee rolling his eyes at the ninja though.

"You can really do that?" Bulkhead asked quietly, cause this could be their way out to stop the Decepticons.

"In theory....and I actually completed my Cyberninja training." Prowl quietly replied.

"Ugh, can you do something actually useful and not go by theory? In case you haven't noticed Prowl, we're slagged." Bumblebee complained, Prowl getting annoyed at the scout.

"I AM trying to do something, and not just whine like some sparkling." Prowl insulted and threwback at Bumblebee, making the minibot more upset.

"I am not!" Bumblebee raised his voice at Prowl, getting Megatron and the Decepticon's attention. Megatron approached the Autobots, staring down at them with those dark red optics.

"No use on bickering and pointing fingers, for your fate is sealed, Autobots. While your Elite Guard forces are preoccupied with the Decepticon uprisings at the rim of the galaxy, I will use this Space Bridge to transport MY Decepticons back to New Kaon, and to rise up my army once more into something more...powerful." Megatron explained his master plan to the trapped Autobots and Starscream.

"You actually believe that ridiculous plan would work!? New Kaon is-!" Starscream shouted, but soon is silenced as Mix Master shot cement at Starscream's mouth, shutting him up.

"It will be a simple matter to transport, all Decepticon forces will unite and take down Cybertron once and for all." Megatron smirked, imagining the victory now of regaining Cybertron once they've gathered all that is needed.

"And I have your expert Space Bridge Technician to thank for it." Megatron smiles down at Bulkhead, gesturing his hand out to him, for doing the one thing he's good at while being a fool.

"I still don't understand where this 'expertise' came from." Optimus looked at Bulkhead, curious as to how Bulkhead was an expert.

"I had a lot of time to study Space Bridge schematics back on the Energon Farm. I just had a knack for them I guess." Bulkhead explained, frowning. 

"Ok, but why would you build one for Megatron, Bulk? That's just as bad as Sumdac working for Megatron! Well, that's just great 'cause the one thing you're good at is gonna hand Cybertorn over to the Decepticons!" Bumblebee complained, now upset that his friend actually did this, but Bulkhead started getting upset hearing him being compared to Sumdac.

"Hey, don't compare me to the Professor. The Space Bridge is useless without a receiving code, and for that Megatron would need to have somebody already on Cybertron. So don't get you're circuits in a bunch." Bulkhead explained, but it didn't stop Bumblebee from going on.

"Well I'm just saying, you pretty much did just give Megs here the upper hand. Plus, the transmission we picked up that Blurr told us about, the spy back on Cybertron, Wasp being loose- Come on, it makes sense!" Bumblebee fussed and explained.

"No need to come at me like its all my fault! Besides, at least I did something I was useful at instead of jumping head in." Bulkhead argued back, didn't sound the best when coming out of his vocalizer.

"Bumblebee, enough." Optimus ordered, trying to focus on the situation in front of them.

"What!? I'm just telling the truth!" Bumblebee argued.

"Ah yes, the truth about everything, like the spy Wasp WE caught, Bumblebee." The voice got the Autobots attention, especially Bee's. It was Shockwave, transmitting a call through a screen near them.

"H-How do you know my name?" Bumblebee nervously asked, Shockwave simply lifted one claw into the air and wiggled it.

"Ah ah, that is OUR secret. One you will find out soon enough." Shockwave teased, if the Con had a mouth, he sure would've been smiling about it.

"No better than Sumdac?" Bulkhead quietly commented, clearly referring to Bumblebee. Oh, that struck a nerve.

"Hey! I've actually been trying to be a hero here! I ain't working for no Decepticons!" Bumblebee argued back.

"Well, maybe you should make better choices. Nearly hitting Professor Sumdac, ramming Blurr, now saying your own teammates are just as bad?" Prowl joined back into the argument, calling Bumblebee out.

"I did what I thought was best! Cut me some slack!" Bumblebee yelled at Prowl.

"Bumblebee. Enough." Optimus ordered again, now getting upset as well. The Decepticons watching this fallout in the team happening.

"Oh do they ever shut up?" Megatron muttered to himself, Lugnut hearing him and stepping forward.

"I shall silence the Autobots my lord!" Lugnut offered, ready to pound their helms in to stop their bickering.

"Hold it Lugnut. I am enjoying this, let's see where it leads to, it's quite amusing." Shockwave chipped in, watching and listening to everything. The Autobots continue to argue, mostly Bee. Starscream was annoyed, his clones also annoyed, Scrapper and Mix Master wondering how much longer this was gonna take, and Blitzwing watched silently. His optics on Bumblebee the whole time.

"Is it my fault for doing something and pointing out the obvious!? I am actually trying to be a hero here for Primus' sake!" Bumblebee yelled at Optimus, who argued back and expressed his disappointment to the scout.

"Well instead of arguing with us, try doing something now and focus on the problem! Don't point digits and make snide comments!" Optimus yelled back at Bumblebee, the 2 getting so upset it seemed like they were gonna fry their own circuitry. 

"Its not like I'm blaming anybot here! So get off my back bossbot! What happened to not getting mad at me over my mistakes and choices!?" 

"I am your leader! Its my job to be on your back to make sure you don't do stuff like this! When are you going to learn Bumblebee!?"

"Maybe if you actually taught me I would learn!" That had done it for Optimus

"You are a grown mech! You should know better! You should start actually acting like a team player and not make it seem like its everything else's fault other than you're own! I am VERY disappointed in you! When are you going to grow up and stop letting your ego speak for you!?" Optimus shouted, venting hard as he tried to cool down. Bumblebee was shocked, hurt, and angry, even Bulkhead and Prowl were taken back by what Optimus had said. Optimus never yelled at him this way, never said those things before. Bumblebee didn't know what to say, but he did feel oil rising in his optics. He was not about to cry in front of them, all Bee could do was look away, glaring at the ground.

"I hate you...." Bumblebee whispered quietly, he thought no one would hear the words come from his vocalizer, but they did. Optimus's anger slowly faded, hearing those words come from the Minibot, felt like he slowly got stabbed in his spark. Optimus couldn't speak, he didn't mean to lose his cool, but right now he didn't think there was much else to say. Silence filled the room, before Megatron spoke up.

"If you're finally done, we can move things alone. Shockwave, start the code and-!" Megatron was cut off by the sound of loud massive cannon shots being fired from above. It was Omega Supreme, inside was Ratchet and Sari, coming to the rescue. Megatron groaned in annoyance, quickly turning to the other Decepticons.

"Mix Master! Scrapper! Clear the rubble from the Space Bridge!" Megatron ordered, the 2 Construction Bots transformed and went to work.

"The rest of you, attack that Autobot ship while Shockwave gets the coordinates ready!" Megatron ordered, the other cons following his command, going to attack Omega Supreme. While handling that, Megatron made sure The Space Bridge was still functional, as Shockwave got the coordinates and coding ready. Bumblebee stayed quiet, for once it seems, Optimus wanted to talk to him, but what could he say? Then Prowl started humming again, attempting to use Processor Over Matter once more to free himself. Blurr was still unconscious throughout all of this.

"My Lord, everything is ready, but there appears to be not enough power in the Space Bridge." Shockwave explained, making Megatron growl, but thankfully, he had an alternative.

"Clearly this Allspark fragment is not powerful enough. Fortunately, I happen to have another." Megatron made his way over to Starscream, grabbing his helm and tossing him to the Construction Bots. Starscream shouted and yelped as his helm was forced into small port with the other Allspark fragment. This started to make the Space Bridge go into overdrive, making it become more stronger, bigger, as it began to slowly suck everything in like some black hole.

"Great, now you overloaded it! Do I have to do everything!?" Bulkhead complained, the Space Bridge becoming more unstable.

"My Liege! You must hurry! The destination code will be deleted from this excessive overdrive!" Shockwave warned Megatron, who quickly comm.link the other Decepticons to come back to access the Space Bridge. While distracted, Prowl successfully freed himself, quickly freeing Optimus & Bulkhead from the cuffs.

"Bulkhead! Get Blurr and Professor Sumdac! Prowl, free Bumblebee! Flee the mines once you do! I'll stop Megat-!" Optimus was shot down and hit with a beam from Megatron's cannon.

"You aren't getting in the way this time, Autobot!" Megatron shouted, firing at the Autobots to slow them down. Bulkhead quickly freed Blurr and carried him over his shoulder, using his wrecking ball to smash Sumdac free and grabbing him, making a run for it to get them to safety. Prowl used his shurikens to free Bumblebee, but both had to dodge out of the way to avoid getting shot at by Megatron. Prowl quickly transformed and followed Bulkhead, doing what Optimus told him. Bumblebee wanted to follow, but he couldn't leave Optimus behind.

"Ayo I am out of here! Didn't sign up for this!" Mix Master complained, fleeing the mines with Scrapper behind him, heading out the same way as Bulkhead and Prowl. The Clones, Lugnut, and Blitzwing came back as ordered.

"Quickly! Into the portal!" Megatron ordered as more and more debris was being sucked in, the Soace Bridge was going to explode. Megatron stepped into the portal, not looking back now letting anything stop him. The clones all went into the portal, Lugnut happily following his leader's lead and command, even Starscream's helm flew in as he screamed. Blitzwing didn't go in just yet however, once again had his eyes on the brightly colored Minibot.

"B-Bossbot! We have to go!" Bumblebee helped Optimus up, pushing him to the exit.

"Y-You're right. Come on, stay by me-!" Optimus was cut off when he heard Bumblebee shout behind him. Optimus turns and sees Blitzwing having ahold of the scout, Random on his faceplate.

"Sorry! But I'll be taking this lovely souvenir! MUHAHAHA!" Blitzwing shouted and quickly flew backward, flying to the Space Bridge. Optimus' optics became wide, he quickly rushed on his peds and ran to rescue Bumblebee. He shot out his grabbler to grab Bumblebee, it was so close, but failed to reach.

"NO!" Optimus shouted, trying to get closer, but Blitzwing fired his cannons at him, slowing the Prime down with a hot firey blast. Optimus fell down, unable to get back up in time.

"BUMBLEBEE!!!"

"OPTIMUS-!" Bumblebee's scream was cut off, having gone through the Space Bridge with Blitzwing. 

"NONONO!" Optimus cried out, the Space Bridge soon closed and exploded, Optimus shielding himself from the blast, but he didn't care about that. Bumblebee had been taken. It brought back the memories of when he failed to save Elita. Primus...why? How? How did he fail again? The mine shaft was collapsing, Optimus forced himself onto his peds, transforming and fleeing. Optimus drove and met with the others, even Omega Supreme was online, yet, he couldn't find it in him to be happy about the giant mech. Ratchet was making sure everyone was okay and patched up, Sari and Sumdac were having a reunion.

"Bossbot! Glad you made it out! Where's Bumblebee?" Bulkhead greeted him, Optimus transformed, the horrified look on his face was enough for everyone to know something was wrong. All Optimus could think about was how Megatron and his Cons escaped. They destroyed the Space Bridge, but failed....and Bumblebee was taken by the crazed Triple Changer. Optimus fell to his knees, his stabilizers having gone weak. He failed. He failed again. He was right there....right there and so close. Why? Why didn't he move faster? It was the same as Eilta-1 all over again...

"Prime! Speak to me! What's wrong!? Where's Bumblebee!?" Ratchet kneeling next to Optimus, scanning over him to make sure he was okay, but still demanded an answer. Optimus didn't know how to answer. Could he even answer?

"Optimus? B-Bumblebee is fine, right?" Sari reached her arm out to the Prime, wanting to know where her friend was, even if she was still mad at him, but noticed her elbow looked....strange. What should've appeared to be a simple scrap or small injury on her arm, clearly something that should've been human, her elbow was black with blue lining. It looked...Cybertronian. Everyone was shocked, Sumdac looked guilty and tried reaching out for Sari, who backed away in fear. 

So now it was 2 things that need serious answering. What is Sari? And where is Bumblebee?

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Art Piece of Blitzwing kidnapping Bee:

Chapter Text

It was cold. It was dark. Laying down on something so uncomfortable he thought his joints would give out the moment he moved. Bumblebee let out a static-like groan, his optics coming online, sitting up, feeling his whole frame and processor ached. Bumblebee looked around, it was pretty dark, he was in some sort of locked room, the walls and floor jagged up, definitely uncomfortable to lay on or against. Bumblebee could barely make out his surroundings with how dark it was, his optics quickly adjusted though, and he saw a door across from him. Bumblebee quickly stood on his peds, walking over to the door. It was a giant steel door, one that looked like it could only be open from the other side. There was a small window on top, shining a little bit of light into the room. The Window was not big enough for Bee to squeeze through, but enough for him to look around. 

Bumblebee grunted as he jumped up, using what little strength he had at the moment to pull himself up far enough to look out of the window. Bee couldn't get much view of the outside, it looked almost the same as the inside of the room, but it was more lit up. Bumblebee huffed and vented, struggling to support himself, so he jumped back down. After venting and letting his servos rest a bit, he jumped up again to try looking around more, only to be greeted with a black face with red optics and a sharp red pointy smile.

"PEAK-A-BOO~!" Random greeted, laughing hard. The Minibot let out a startled scream, falling down onto the ground, groaning in pain, but he backed up against the wall as the steel door slid open. Blitzwing walked into the room, smiling down at the Minibot, the door closing behind him. Bumblebee stood up, trying to pull out his stingers, however, he couldn't.

"What the....?!" Bumblebee kept trying, but it was no use. Repeated codes kept popping up on his HUD, saying 'Deactivated' each time. Blitzwing switched to Icy.

"Don't even try, little one. Your weapons and T-Cog have been deactivated for the time being. So good luck trying to fight or run away." Blitzwing explained calmly, though it only managed to make Bumblebee panic even more.

"W-where am I!? Let me out!" Bumblebee yelled, demanding answers. 

"I think you know the answer to that *Switch* After all, Megatron did happily declare with treats for everyone! MUAHAHA!" Random laughed, it took Bumblebee a klik to think about it. The realization was enough to make him purge.

"N-No...I-I don't believe you! You're just messing with me!" Bumblebee shouted at the Triple Changer, who switched to Hothead.

"Don't yell at me! It's true whether you take my word for it or not! I only came to give you this, take it or leave it." Blitzwing opened his subspace and almost carefully, pulled out a small plate. On the plate was meager rations and a tiny bit of oil. 

"Megatron doesn't want to waste the resources we have for now, so be a grateful little insect. *Switch* Does the little sparkling want me to feed you like a Carrier~?" Random teased, Bumblebee glared and scoffed at him. Bee looked at the rations and oil, it looked...gross. No, it looked contaminated, it made him cringe. Dried up, soggy, and bitter. There was no way he was refueling with whatever this was in his tanks, thinking he'd purge up this poison before he could even swallow or taste it.

"I am NOT eating whatever the hell that is..." Bumblebee glared up at Blitzwing, backing up as much as he could now, his back pressed against the uncomfortable wall. Blitzwing switched back to Icy, stared down at Bumblebee for a nanosec, but just shrugged and put the plate back in his subspace.

"You can be that way. Though, I recommend refueling when given the chance, because you won't be getting much. Now, get comfortable if you can, you won't be going anywhere for a long time." With that said, Blitzwing took his leave, of course, the scout tried rushing past him to get out, but Blitzwing saw this coming and roughly pushed Bumblebee back against the wall. Bumblebee groaned in pain, thankfully it was just a few scratches and a dent, but by the time he got back up, Blitzwing was already gone. He was locked in this supposed prison cell again.

"Great...now what do I do?" Bumblebee muttered to himself, he needed to find a way out. Blitzwing's words replayed in his head, they were actually on New Kaon? The horrible, petrifying, eerie Decepticon Colony?....No. No. Bumblebee won't believe a single word of what Blitzwing said. He won't believe a filthy Deceti-creep like him nor any other Con!

"New Kaon, yeah right...just wait till I'm out of here. I bet the others come and get me, no way they'll forget their team star player~." Bumblebee smiled smugly, but then the events of what happened with the Space Bridge came to his processor. Bee frowned, why did he have to run his mouth like that? It wasn't his team's fault, certainly not Optimus'...Oh Primus, he said he hated Bossbot!

"H-he knows I didn't mean it. He'll come get me, they all will! Just gotta play the waiting game, or find a way out." Bumblebee reassured himself, he had nothing to worry about. He was confident his team would be here in a day or 2. Just gotta wait or find an opportunity to outrun these Cons. It won't be long now.

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Waiting and sitting around was never Bumblebee's thing, then again, the scout failed to realize he had no way of telling how much time was passing. Mega cycles must've passed by now. Bee tried stretching and running around in the small room, looking out the small window on the steel door, constantly trying to pull out his stingers, trying to get his comm.link to work, trying to transform, just anything. Recharging was a pain, he couldn't get comfortable at all, the walls and floor were painful, unbearable to lay on or lay against. Bumblebee was so annoyed and frustrated, how did he fail to notice Blitzwing grabbed him when the Space Bridge slag happened? He didn't even realize he was knocked out before reaching the other side.

Bumblebee groaned, he was lying down on the uncomfortable jagged up floor, trying to recharge, he was tired, not only that he was also hungry. His tanks needed a refuel, but he didn't want whatever Blitzwing tried giving him. He wouldn't rather starve, just eat something more bearable. Bumblebee tried distracting himself from the red warnings filling his HUD, thinking where his team was. He'll do anything to see them right now. Take a 100 smacks against the helm from Ratchet, watch Prowl's boring nature shows, paint or sculpt with Bulkhead, monitor Duty for a whole month ordered by Optimus, and do whatever Sari says. Just anything for Primus' sake.

Bumblebee was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the steel door sliding open, sitting up and seeing Blitzwing walk in again, he looked a bit dented up this time.

"If you're wondering, just a few dents from setting a few mechs straight. *Switch* So don't worry that pretty little helm of yours~!" Random joked, smiling more as the Minibot scoffed at him.

"As if I worry about you, they should've dented up that faceplate of yours, but guess they couldn't pick which to make even uglier." Bumblebee smirked as he insulted the Triple Changer, trying not to cringe as his tanks rumbled for refuel.

"Keep throwing petty insults and I'll let you go to bed hungry, little one~." Blitzwing once again pulled out a tray of meager rations with a tiny thing of oil from his subspace again, offering it to Bumblebee. Bee felt his tanks rumble again, he was in need of a refuel so bad, but he wouldn't give in. 

"No way. Bring me back a 5-course meal and then just maybe I'll take it." Bumblebee smirked in pride, seeing Blitzwing switch to Hothead was worth it.

"Listen here you little pest, I am trying to keep you alive! You've already cost me enough trouble just by bringing you here! You can at least take the damn thing!" Blitzwing shouted at him, but Bumblebee stood his ground. He wasn't gonna take it. Blitzwing let out a low growl and quickly left, locking the steel door behind him. Bumblebee was alone again, sitting back down, groaning as more red warnings popped up in his HUD. 

He can get through this. He just had to stay strong.

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Falling into recharge was difficult, but somehow by some miracle, Bumblebee managed to slip into recharge for a brief period of time. Mega cycles passed again, Blitzwing having not shown up yet, each breem, each nanosec was agony. Bumblebee was so uncomfortable, his tanks churning and rumbling harder in need of a refuel so bad. Bumblebee cursed and swore at himself multiple times, he tried staying occupied with something, but all he could do was stretch, think, look out that tiny window, attempt to recharge, and wonder in his processor. Primus, he felt weak, he felt useless, and he needed to find a way out somehow. Bumblebee tried thinking about how the frag he could get outside of this cell, it was hard to think due to his aching tank, the uncomfortable feeling of the jagged floor and walls, the arguing outside his cell.

Wait, arguing?

Bumblebee sat up and looked towards the steel door, hearing the sounds of the argument getting closer and closer. Bumblebee got up on his peds and walked to the door, listening closely as best as he could. 

"I can take guard! I'll do anything for the magnificent Lord Megatron~!"

"Why do you have to be such a suck-up for the fragger!? It's bad enough I have to work for the pathetic Tyrant!"

"Then let me take guard~! I will happily do so for my gracious lord~!"

"Ugh, why am I even arguing with myself!?"

No doubt, it was the Starscream clones, 2 of them by the sound of it. The bootlicking one and the one who thinks he's better than the actual Starscream, even Megatron. Bumblebee wondered why they were arguing about taking guard, and then the 2 managed to stop in front of his cell door to continue arguing. 

"Come now Thundercracker, we can switch places~! Pretty please~!?" The suck-up one begged and pleaded with Thundercracker, who only scoffed and was considering beating this other clone to a pile of scraps.

"For the millionth time, it's a no! If I want to work my way up to the top to take the actual Starscream's place and soon offline Megatron, then I need to do it my slagging self Sunstrom!" Thundercracker shouted at Sunstorm, who only smiled and bowed down.

"Why of course~! If you want to be as great then why not say so~! I will happily follow your lead and Megatron's lead~!" Sunstorm once again, as always, bootlicking and following the first superior lead he sees.

"Good! Now go away! I am taking charge here!" Thundercracker shouted, ordering Sunstorm. Bumblebee knew this was his only chance to escape, as Prowl once said, he was gonna use his obnoxious personality to get himself out. Before Sunstorm left, Bee jumped up to the small window to make himself present.

"Well, I rather have stuck up here take guard rather than you!" Bumblebee claimed, grabbing both Seeker Clones' attention.

"Oh my primus, a mech who sees me as worthy of the job~!? You're far too kind, sweet Minibot~." Sunstorm walked over to the cell door, giving a small bow to Bumblebee. Thundercracker growled and turned to the prisoner who dared spoke up.

"WHAT!? NO! I need to earn my way up to the top so I can overthrow Megatron! Do what the 'REAL' Starscream couldn't!" Thundercracker shouted, glaring daggers at the Minibot, who was getting a processor ache from the clone's shouting, but kept up his taunt and act.

"Hmm...isn't that what the real Starscream did? Seems like you're only setting yourself up to fail down the same road he took." Bumblebee remarked, smirking as Thundercracker got more upset, Bee swore he could hear the clone's denta grinding together.

"Why yes, yes, it's true! If you too wish to be great and glorious then you must set up a different plan of action~! One I will be more than happy to help you with~." Sunstorm said as he encouraged Thundercracker, but the clone was still very upset.

"Oh yeah!? I can make a better plan than that failure! One of which will have Megatron realize I am the superior one! ME!" Thundercracker claimed, Bee smirked harder. Got them right where he wanted them.

"Well, if you wanna be better than suck-up here and better than Megs or Screams, then you should start by opening this cell door! Both of you can prove it here and now!" Bumblebee smiled, Sunstorm was about to obey, but Thundercracker stopped him.

"HA! As if I'm a fool to fall for that! We're not opening this door just so you can escape!" 

"Escape? Nooooo~, I would never~, I'm saying open the door to prove ME wrong. Opening it can be the first step to be the better Starscream~."

"Absolutely not!"

"Alright then....coward." The moment that word left Bee's denta, Thundercracker looked as if he was ready to pummel him into the Well of Sparks.

"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME!?" Thundercracker shouted so loudly, that his vocalizer sounded a bit static.

"You heard me. At least suck-up here has the ball bearings to do it. So he should be in charge." Bee smiled, Sunstorm grinning with glee from his comment.

"Oh, you are so kind~! Giving me the honor, and to say I am capable of this task~! I shall happily follow your lead~!" Sunstorm praised and reached out, tried opening the door again, but Thundercracker stopped him again, smacking his servo away.

"You think you're so clever!? You think you know better than me! I AM the better Starscream! I will not go down the same path as that pathetic excuse of a bot dammit!" Thundercracker yelled once more, Bee huffed and tilted his helm away.

"If you really are, then prove me wrong right now!" Bee yelled back, Thundercracker grumbled many obscenities, before stomping to the door and letting it slide open.

"There! I am better!" Thundercracker shouted, about to close the door, but Bumblebee raised his servo and wiggled his digit in front of them.

"Nope. Not done. Suck-up here is still better, he'll do whatever it takes, even come into this cell if I say so, something you can't do either." Bumblebee stuck out his glossia and pointed it at the 2 clones, he kept up his taunts, if he could just get them to walk in...

"I will be more than happy to obey your command!" Sunstorm obeyed and walked into the cell, walking past Bumblebee.

"Oh yeah!? Watch me!" Thundercracker stomped his way into the cell, shoving past the Minibot. Now was Bumblebee's chance. Bee walked out of the cell calmly, not rushing things just yet, he turned to the 2 clones and grinned.

"Oh, by the way, he called you a Slag-Eater back on earth." Bumblebee lied and pointed at Sunstorm, Thundercracker's rage now on the clone, ready to berate him as Sunstorm tried defending himself. Bee quickly got the steel door to slide close and lock it, immediately rushing down dark rocky prison halls to find a way out. 

"Ha! Too easy! I'll be out of here in no time!" Bee happily celebrated, though he stumbled a bit when his tanks began to rumble again, reminding him of his need to refuel. Bumblebee would have to eat later, right now, he had to get out of here. Bumblebee kept running down the dark halls, with lots of mining carts and boxes around too, it made Bee somewhat hopeful, thinking he was still on earth, in the mines somewhere. Though, the boxes and carts were strangely large, but probably used for the usual heavy shipments and for the robots in Detroit to use.

Bee just kept focusing on how to get out, the place was like a damn maze though. Bumblebee was growing frustrated, but tried to stay level-headed, he soon heard more talking down one of the halls. Bee slowed down to a stop and hid behind some of the boxes, peaking around them and seeing 2 large strange mechs walking down another hall, more Decepticons, talking about something. Strange, Bee has never seen Decepticons like that, they were wearing a certain style of plating on them, sorta patrolling, take guard perhaps?

"What is going on?" Bumblebee muttered to himself, questions were now running through his processor, such as why were there more Cons on earth? Where was he? Where was his team? Bee shook his helm and waited for the 2 guards to walk out of sight, taking his chance to hurry along out of hiding and go in the direction they came from. Wherever they came from has gotta be the way out of here. As Bee kept running, hiding and peaking around corners to see if more guards were around, he soon felt a breeze nearby. Breezes in caves and tunnels often meant the way out was near.

Bumblebee smiled widely, finally, he was home free. Bumblebee turned the corner and was ready to follow the feeling of the breezy winds, but stopped dead in his tracks as Blitzwing himself stood right in front of him. Blitzwing was walking down the halls to make his way to Bumblebee's cell to try and get him to refuel again, so he was more than shocked to see the scout was running out and about. Bumblebee backed away slowly, Blitzwing approaching him just as slow and reaching out his servos. Blitzwing switched over to Hothead.

"How did you get out!? Why are you even out!? *Switch* Come with me slowly. No other mech needs to know you escaped. Don't make this harder than it needs to be." Icy spoke, trying to give Bee a more peaceful option, but the speeding scout wasn't falling for it.

"Gotta catch me first, Blitzbrain!" Bumblebee darted and sprinted back to the direction he came from, hearing Blitzwing's faceplates shift behind him and hearing heavy peds chase after him.

"COME HERE NOW!" Hothead roared, chasing Bee down the halls, his shout alerting other Con Guards nearby as well. Bumblebee did his best to outrun and maneuver his way through, but with each corner and hall he went down, a guard was in the way to try and catch him. A few guards even tried pouncing onto Bumblebee to catch him, tried attacking him, or at least corner him, but the Minibot was quicker and ran past them all

"GIVE IT UP ALREADY!" Bumblebee shouted at them, now having the massive Triple Changer and multiple guards after him. Blitzwing switched to Random, laughing insanely as he aimed his cannons, charged them up and fired at Bumblebee. Bee managed to avoid getting burned, but he couldn't avoid the ice. The ice beam hit his right stabilizer, causing Bumblebee to yelp as he fell onto the rocky floor, not having time to get up as 2 guards pounced on him, stopping him from moving entirely. Bumblebee struggled, yet it was no use, Blitzwing then grabbed ahold him and lifted him up into the air.

"Are you done playing little one~!? We can play games later~! HAHAHAHA!" Random cackled, soon switching back to Icy, holding Bumblebee tightly in his servos, carrying him back to his cell with a few guards behind him just in case. Bumblebee struggled, squirmed, wiggled, yet nothing worked, soon slouching down in defeat. His escape attempt had failed and Bee was being sent back to his cell.

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After getting Thundercracker and Sunstrom out of the cell, Blitzwing tossed Bee back in there without another word said, sliding the door shut and locking it. Bumblebee let a frustrated sigh, jumping up to the window and yelling at the Decepticons, demanding to be set free, but he was ignored as they all left. Blitzwing didn't even attempt to offer the rations and oil this time, perhaps as some sort of punishment, but it only made Bee more angry.

Bee wanted out. Bee needed to get out. He couldn't stand being in this cell for another klik. He was tired, he was hungry, he was frustrated, annoyed, pissed, disappointed. All Bumblebee could do was sit and rant to himself. Time passed by itself without him noticing.

"Unbelievable...first I get kidnapped, now I can't get any decent refuel, can't recharge, can't get out. What's next that's gonna send my processor into a migraine!?" Bumblebee ranted on and on, trying to think of other ways to escape. The sounds of the steel door sliding open though, had caught Bumblebee's attention, snapping his helm over to the door and seeing an all too familiar, egotistical, narcissistic, cowardly, ugly-faceplated Decepticon walking. The actual and real Starscream, having his head back on his body, the Con looked down at the Minibot.

"What the frag? How did you get your body back!?" Bumblebee shouted at him, demanding for an answer, Starscream scoffed and waved his servo at him, as if to brush Bee off.

"I have my way with words, especially after you tricked 2 of my clones into letting you out. Megatron has more use for me, rather than waste time on some slagging glitches that got tricked by an Autobot." Starscream answered, approaching the Minibot and locking the door behind him.

"Not to mention, it will be ME putting YOU in your place, for causing such trouble and wasting time!" Starscream raised his servo and smacked Bumblebee, sending him flying to the other side of the wall. Bumblebee yelled and groaned in pain, trying to get up to defend him, hoping he could pull out his stingers, but the Deactivated message from his HUD reminded him otherwise. Starscream grabbed Bumblebee by the next, lifting him up into the air, Bee struggled and kicked, trying to slip free.

"You know, all you have to do is beg for my mercy, just show me how sorry you are, and I'll take it easy on you." Starscream grinned before throwing the Minibot again to the other side of the cell. Bumblebee screamed and moaned in pain, feeling the jagged walls scratch up his plating a bit deep, making a dent or 2. No way was Bee gonna get pushed around.

"Beg? T-to you? Not even if Megs pointed his cannon at my helm all charged up. Stupid slagging wannabe!" Bumblebee argued and insulted Starscream, making the Seeker angry. Starscream approached Bee and stomped down onto the Minibot, listening to the sounds of the armor being scrapped even more as Bumblebee yelled in pain.

"You will beg! You will submit! I am the one in control here! Not you!" Starscream pressed down harder, Bumblebee groaning and trying to vent as he felt himself slowly being crushed by the large Con. 

"N-no! M-might as well o-o-offline me! I r-rather die!" Bumblebee yelled, the giant ped soon was off him, he didn't have much time to get up. Starscream grabbed Bumblebee by the neck again, lifting him up and slamming him against the jagged wall. Despite the pain, red warnings in his HUD, fear and anger, Bee kept trying to fight back.

"I would be careful with your choice of words Autobot. The ONLY reason you're still only is cause that useless triple changer begged so, though I have no problem breaking you here and now." Starscream hissed, tightening his grip on Bee's neck, choking him slowly, making Bumblebee struggle more.

"Just beg. Submit. Call me your new leader and obey me!" Starscream yelled directly into Bumblebee's face, waiting for an answer, losing his grip a bit to let the scout speak. Bumblebee vented as best as he can, looking Starscream dead in the optic, soon giving a smirk.

"Ya know, y-your very existence is proof failure d-does have a sense of humor. If I won't b-bow to Megatron then I won't bow down to you...you'll never be as f-feared nor as respected like your 'GREAT' and 'GLORIOUS' warlord..." Bumblebee groaned and spoke, static breaking up his words a bit, but it was worth it. Seeing the Seeker grow tired of him already, seeing him get more furious at him, it was very much worth it. 

"Do you ever SHUT UP!?" Starscream shouted, lifting Bumblebee higher, making him face the wall, and then slamming him down. Bumblebee's face hitting the jagged wall very hard and very rough.

*CRACK*

Bumblebee cried out loudly in pain, energon spilling from his helm, flowing down and dripping onto the floor as it covered his servos. His right horn had been chipped and his right optic had broken badly, attempting to look at anything made it worse, all he could see was static out of the optic. Bumblebee shouted and cried, his pain sensors kicked up in levels like crazy, red warnings filled his HUD, but Bee couldn't pay mind to anything else. His helm, optic, and processor hurt so badly. Bee couldn't stop the tears from flowing from the severe pain, he wanted it to stop. Starscream rolled his optics and started stomping out of the cell.

"Oh quit crying! You'll be fine!" That was the last thing Bumblebee heard as Starscream left him in pain. Bumblebee was trembling badly, trying to ease his venting, but he couldn't. His processor was going through a terrible migraine, making him whimper and cry more. Bumblebee tried to stop the energon from pouring even further, but it only covered his servos more and touching his helm sting. Bumblebee tried not to move, but the throbbing pain did not make it any easier. 

All Bumblebee could do was sit there, crying and hoping the pain would stop. Hoping his sensitive horn wasn't broken, hoping he could see out of his cracked and broken optic, but he prayed to Primus for all of this to just be some sort of terrible defragging nightmare. Bumblebee wanted to wake up and be with his team again. 

"Primus...please...oh primus it hurts so bad...." Bumblebee whimpered, still shaking, trying to stop crying. Bee laid down slowly and easily, his venting becoming more unsteady as he tried to calm down, his armor rattling from the shaking and unsteady venting. He would do anything to make it all stop. Just anything....

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Bumblebee wasn't aware he slipped into recharge, not until he was awake by the sounds of the steel door sliding open with heavy peds walking inside. Bumblebee onlined his optics slowly, but his right optic ached when trying to online it. All he saw was static out of the optic. The ache then moved to his processor, returning the feeling of the processing migraine he had before. Red warnings filled his HUD, but Bumblebee couldn't even see those clearly either. Bee sat up, groaning and trying not to cry, but he couldn't stop the quiet whimpers coming from his vocalizer. Everything hurt so bad. His pain sensors were all over the place.

Blitzwing stared down at the Minibot, seeing the small bright mech tremble wasn't enjoyable to watch. Why was he so fixated on this small Autobot again? Why did seeing him hurt bother him when he's never been bothered by other mechs that have been hurt? He also felt anger, towards Starscream, did he really need to hurt the Minibot to this extent? Blitzwing vented, opening his subspace and pulling some stuff. The tray of oil and rations, a microchip, and a roll of bandages. Blitzwing took a seat next to Bumblebee, the scout now noticing his movement towards him, tensing up and trying to back away.

"Calm yourself. I am not here to harm you. Just let me at least ease some of your pain." Blitzwing calmly spoke, but Bumblebee was hesitant. He didn't want to get hurt again, but his pain sensors were at their highest with his processor aching so badly. Bumblebee just wanted it to stop, so, he pushed his feelings aside and put his trust into Blitzwing.

Blitzwing waited for a few kliks before bringing the microchip towards Bumblebee's helm, Bumblebee didn't know what it was, but allowed Blitzwing to insert it into his helm port. At first, Bee felt nothing, wondering why Blitzwing did that, but soon he felt his pain sensors slowly die down. A few lines of coding were activated and the migraine was now just a small processor ache. Bumblebee vented in relief, the pain was subsided for now. Blitzwing then uses the bandages to wrap it around Bee's broken optic and horn, at least enough to make sure no more Energon is leaked from the wounds. Bumblebee hissed from how tight the wrapping was, but let Blitzwing finish while offlining his broken optic.

Once that was done, Blitzwing then once again, offered the tray of refuel, as Bee's tanks once again reminded him of how he needed to refuel immediately. Bumblebee didn't want to, but at this point, there was no point in arguing or fighting. Bumblebee slowly yet hesitantly took the tray from Blitzwing, he looked at the rations and oil for a few kliks, before he slowly picked up a small bit of the rations with his digits, and slowly ate it. 

It...didn't taste bad. Not great, but not bad. Bumblebee couldn't hold back, he just started devouring the rations and instantly jugged down the small amount of oil. He was so hungry, needed to refuel so bad, he wished there was more, and he wished that he didn't start crying. Bee didn't know why he began to cry, was it from the refuel? The fact Blitzwing aided him? Homesickness? He didn't know why. Blitzwing didn't speak a word, just stayed by Bumblebee, not judging him in any way, and Bee was grateful for it. Even with the oil and rations now devoured, Blitzwing took the tray and just stayed by Bumblebee, no words were exchanged, Bee did stop crying though at least. For once, Bumblebee didn't mind the company, but he still wanted to go home. 

After what seemed like Megacycles, Blitzwing got a ping in his comm.link, he once again needed to go. As Blitzwing stood up to leave, he turned to Bumblebee and looked down at him, Bee looking back at him.

"...Just to be clear, I can't give you anything else to relieve your pain sensors if they begin to reach high levels again. Though, I will continue to bring you rations. Now I recommend getting some rest and not go causing any more trouble." With that said, Blitzwing left, locking the door. Bumblebee was left alone once again in the dark cell. Bee frowned, raising his servo up to his bandaged optic and horn, even with the bandages on, the slightest touch caused a stinging sensation, it made him hiss in pain. Bumblebee started to think about all that's happened so far again, remembering back to what Megatron said about the Space Bridge. 

He didn't want to believe Blitzwing, but was he really on New Kaon? Is that why his team hadn't found him yet? The guards, what Starscream said, the other prison cells, the giant carts and boxes. There was too much to not deny it, but....

....No, no, he still wasn't gonna believe it. Blitzwing may have been nice enough to aid and feed him, but he still was gonna keep hoping that Megatron failed. That they were just somewhere else. Bee just had to keep hoping and stay strong. No matter how much pain he goes through, he is going to get out of here. One way or another. 

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Chapter Text

"We can't stop looking! We just can't! Please, I'm begging you-!"

"Quit you're whining Optimus, it's really pathetic to see you like this!" Sentinel Prime shouted over Optimus, just to make him stop talking, showing little care of how much stress his old 'friend' was in. Optimus didn't care, he just didn't want to stop searching for Bumblebee, not this soon.

Many weeks have passed, at least 2 to 3 Orbital cycles since Megatron had succeded, weeks since Bumblebee was taken, and within those weeks the Autobot team was under so much stress & panic. When news got back to the Elite Guard from Blurr, they came down to Earth with Ultra Magnus about the news. Optimus had pleaded with Ultra Magnus to help them search for the lost scout, though there was little Magnus could give. If Megatron had truly succeded in his plan, then there was little chance Bumblebee could be rescued. Hell, there might not even be a chance that the Minibot was still online. The team wasn't doing so well either, currently back on Cybertron to ask, or in this, beg for more help to find Bumblebee.

Ratchet was furious and demanded more be done to find Bumblebee. Prowl tried keeping his calm composure, yet it was clear he was just as upset and nervous for his annoying teammate, Jazz seeing it the most from Prowl. Bulkhead was very nervous and worried for his best friend, hoping that Bee would just pop right back up without a dent and everything would be fine again. Sari, despite her discovery about being half Cybertronian and the talks/fights she had with her dad, was also just as worried for her best friend, wanting more to be done to bring him home. 

Optimus though, was the worst of all. He was so upset...no, actually, he was furious. At himself most of all. First Elita-1 and now Bumblebee, the one he saw as a little brother, as a son sometimes. Now he lost someone else close to him, someone whose last few words to him were that he hated Optimus....and Optimus wouldn't blame him for it.

"I'm sorry Optimus, but we can't do anymore other than to wait. If Megatron did complete his plan as you reported, then we have to put our focus and worry towards him. You're lost Scout will be labeled as M.I.A for now." Ultra Magnus calmly stated, also unphased by the panicked Prime, though tried sounding as sympathetic as possible. 

"LOAD OF BULLSLAG! You can do more! You just don't want to waste any precious resources! Just like how you damn bureaucrats couldn't even bother to help up here on Earth when we did say Megatron was here until Blurr came around to confirm it!" Ratchet yelled, not giving a damn that he was yelling at Ultra Magnus, he knew how things worked within the council with how old he is. Ratchet knows better than anyone that once a mech is M.I.A, there's no point in searching anymore, not like they bothered searching to begin with unless it was a mech with a high-ranking title or if they carried important information with them. For all anyone knew, mechs that went M.I.A are also labeled as offline, it would be a waste to search for a body that's already beyond rusted.

"Watch your tone Medic! Don't go harassing our leader just cause we're choosing to follow the necessary protocols to protect Cybertron! We can't waste any more time looking for a simple Minibot!" Sentinel barked at Ratchet, but the medic was not backing down that easily.

"That Minibot is a valued member of our team! A bot who has more ball bearings than you could ever have Sentinel 'Prime'!" Ratchet argued back, the 2 about to get in each other's faceplates like mech animals fighting, but Jazz stepped between them.

"Whoa, cool it mechs. Look, I get y'all upset, Bumblebee is an important mech, and as much as I hate to say it, SP and Magnus are right. Megatron is the bigger issue right now." Jazz tried cooling the fire, but it looked like Ratchet was about to set his own circuity into flames. 

"Surely there must be more that can be done at least. Maybe if we find the double spy or find out who they were, we could have better chances at finding Bee and stopping Megatron." Prowl spoke up, trying to keep his equanimity, offering options that could benefit both sides, though he mostly wanted his teammate back safe and sound.

"As I mentioned before, I have already run through the Cybertrionan Network. We have no leads and it's possible they made a get-away already, most likely thanks to the works of the Decepticon, Shockwave." Longarm walked forward, having been standing by the sidelines with Blurr. When Blurr gave his report to Cybertron, Longarm, or in this case, Shockwave, immediately covered his tracks, secretly pleased to know Megatron had succeeded, although, he definitely didn't think that glitched-bolted idiot Blitzwing would kidnap Bumblebee. He quickly set up a few codes that would cover his tracks almost instantly, that way he wouldn't be exposed and still be here to access the Cybertronian Data Network to assist Megatron. Then thanks to his lovely assistant, Blurr, he was able to cover it easier, while he had planned to dispose of the speeding mech, he decided not to and to keep him around some more~.

"LongarmPrimeiscorrect. Iamsorry,butwhatelseistheretodo? Wedon'tknowwhereNewKaonislocated, andevenifwedid, itwouldbesuicidetogotherejusttorescuehim." Blurr spoke up, following Longarm's lead to stand beside his boss.

"He's our friend! We can't give up yet!" Bulkhead chimed in, willing to take any offer. Ultra Magnus vented quietly, thinking about this, Optimus and his team weren't going to stop so easily.

"Look, that little fragger isn't the first nor last to go M.I.A, as far as I'm concerned, whether he's found online or not, wouldn't make any difference other than to spare your pathetic feelings right now!" Sentinel shouted, his words only angered the team more, Optimus turned to him with a heated glare.

"Sentinel, you can do this ANY other time, but I am not putting up with your attitude and choice of words right now. My teammate is missing, at the mercy of Megatron and his Lieutenants, all I ask is for him to come back to us safely. No matter the cost." Optimus argued back, trying to keep control over his temper.

"Well maybe if you weren't in charge of these lackeys repair bots and left to deal with Megatron, then this wouldn't have happened, now would it?" Sentinel hissed back, both Primes were about to argue with each other, but Longarm stepped in again.

"May I offer a suggestion?" He asked, trying to keep up the good little Autobot appearance. Ultra Magnus turned his Head of Intelligence bot and nodded.

"Perhaps we can continue searching, but we would have to label Bumblebee as M.I.A for now. I understand how you all feel, I do consider him a good friend of mine, and I hate knowing he was taken by the hands of that crazed Triple Changer, Blitzwing. In the meantime, we can still search for more evidence of the Double-Spy if any, while trying to locate New Kaon. I would hate for us to give up now, we can search, but Bumblebee cannot be the main priority. We are at War." Longarm explained, his explanation and offering managed to calm the other bots from strangling each other, though tension was still very high. Ultra Magnus closed his optics and nodded in agreement.

"We shall continue the search for your scout, Optimus. Though Longarm is correct, there is not much else we can do and we have a more concerning issue to handle. As Longarm suggests, we keep searching, but he shall be labeled as M.I.A."  Once decided and said, Ultra Magnus turned around and gestured that this meeting was over. Optimus wanted to ask more, but he knew there was no point. Team Prime all frowned, heads down, and walked out of the meeting room, Sentinel, Jazz, Longarm, and Blurr behind them. The Jettwins were standing outside, waiting for Sentinel and Jazz's return, hearing most of what was said.

"This isn't right...Bumblebee is of utmost importance. He helped us take on Megatron and his Lieutenants, why treat him like he's not worth the time!?" Ratchet barked, mostly at Longarm, glaring at him.

"Bee IS important, but with the rise of The Decepticons uproars and with Megatron on the loose, we cannot do much else. I am only providing a logical point." Longarm defended himself, though secretly, he felt somewhat pleased with the fantasy of knowing that the Minibot was probably suffering right now.

"We understand that, but why not do more?" Prowl questioned, Jazz going up to his friend and placing a servo on his shoulder.

"Resources are getting a bit tight and we need all we can to prepare for a War that's about to start again. We can search, question, and interrogate, but that's it. I'm sorry mech." Jazz answered, trying to reassure them, but it didn't do a thing.

"And since you all were partially responsible for this, it's only fair you all chip in to fix it." Sentinel ordered them, his words once again bringing up anger toward the group, Bulkhead glared down at the blue and orange Prime, stomping towards him.

"Well maybe if you bothered to listen to us and bothered to actually help when we said Megatron was there, then you're just as responsible too! So why not chip in to fix it yourself!?" Bulkhead argued, the giant green mech was mad, why did Sentinel have to be such an aft?

"Don't blame me for your failures! And I suggest backing up a few steps before I make you learn the hard way!" Sentinel glared and yelled, before Bulkhead could lose his cool, Optimus stood between them, getting in Sentinel's face.

"Well, he's not wrong, if you did care or actually listened for once instead of letting your ego get the better of you, this argument wouldn't be happening. Is it too much to ask for the safety of my teammates? What if it was one of your own? Jazz? The Jettwins?" Optimus spoke as calmly as possible, feeling the anger rising in him again, Sentinel scoffed at him though.

"Then oh well, things happen, we keep marching forward. That's how it works and always will work. Then again, I don't have to worry about that cause I at least can keep my team in line." Sentinel answered, shrugging and looking away. Jazz cringed at his answer, Jetfire and Jetstorm looking at each other before Jetfire spoke up.

"So, Sentinel not care if Jettwin leave?" Jetfire asked, Jetstorm also speaking up.

"We replaced?" Jetstorm asked, both of the twins frowning and turning to their commander for an answer, Sentinel sighing and rubbing his faceplates.

"Look, I don't have time for this. If we're done here, we got work to do. Move out now!" Sentinel dodged the question, barking his order and stomping away, ignoring the glares from Team Prime.

"I'll...talk to ya later, alright? Come on you 2." Jazz gave his goodbyes and left, the Jettwins following him.

"I should also take my leave. Ignore Sentinel's words, I believe you of all know mechs know he's always like this, right Optimus?" Longarm spoke up, approaching the red and blue Prime. Optimus vented, looking down at the floor. Optimus couldn't stop the feeling of guilt and shame, feeling as if he should be punished for failing, for failing Bumblebee. Sentinel was right in a way, he wasn't fit to be a leader, and it was his fault Bee was taken...

"Yeah....I just want Bumblebee back." Optimus spoke quietly, Longarm patted his shoulder and gave him a sympathetic look.

"We will find him....take care of yourself now." With that said, Longarm left, Blurr following him as he silently said goodbye with a sympathetic look as well. Blurr did look back, seeing the 4 Autobots left standing there, now quietly speaking among themselves, he couldn't help but frown. 

Sure, Blurr and Bumblebee didn't have much of an interaction per say, then he hated to admit it that he didn't understand what was so important about the scout. Yet, the more Blurr thought about it and saw how hurt Team Prime looked, the more he could understand. They treated each other like a family and clearly cared for one another, his time on Earth helped him learn a few things while he was secretly spying on Megatron. Despite the bad start between them with Bee making Blurr crash, his accusations of being a Decepticon, along with how he saved Bee from Blitzwing during that...racing show if he was correct, he still hoped Bumblebee was safe and would be found.

"What are you pondering about, Blurr? I can sense you are uneased." Longarm asked, heading down the corridors with Blurr close behind.

"IwasjustthinkingaboutBumblebee, sir. Optimusandteamareveryupsetatthesituation, Ijustcan'thelpbutpraytoPrimusthattheydogethimbacksoon." Blurr answered, speaking in his natural speedy tone. Longarm always understood him perfectly unlike others, Blurr knows he can be himself around Longarm, despite not knowing the dangerous truth about his boss.

"I understand. Bumblebee was quite a good mech, quick on his peds, although not much for thought, heh." Longarm replied, remembering his dreadful days in Autobot BootCamp, he got damn lucky, he didn't think he nearly get caught, and by Bumblebee of all mechs. Thankfully, the Minibot thought it was another, Wasp, and Longarm had no regrets by putting the blame onto him while deceiving Bumblebee. 

"Doyoubelievewewillbeabletofindhim, sir?" Blurr asked, turning a corner as Longarm stopped in front of him.

"You and I know that once you're labeled M.I.A, chances are little to none of being found. Even if we search, I doubt we will find anything. Oh, I wish we could've found out who Shockwave was Double Agenting as, we might've gotten answer..." Longarm shook his head, placing a servo over his face and appearing to be remorseful over his lost friend, over the double agent problem. Longarm, Shockwave though, could just feel the urge to giggle. Oh how silly this all was, he didn't give a damn if Bee was alive or dead, it only mattered that the Decepticon Legion was victorious, keeping up this stage-playing act can be so humorous. He did find it a bit....cute and amusing to see Blurr falling for his act, he did like the speeding mech, but he had to prioritize his mission for Lord Megatron. Can't be distracted by a cute little bot~.

"Comenow, youarenottoblame. IfanyoneistoblamethenitstheDecepticons. I'msurewewillbeabletostopMegatron, Shockwave, andfindBumblebee." Blurr gave a small smile to Longarm, trying to encourage him and keep him hopeful. Longarm looked at Blurr, returning the small smile.

"I suppose you are correct. For now, let us do what must be done, we can discuss more later. Alone, in my office, before I leave at least." Longarm hinted, smirking as he saw the Energone rise to Blurr's faceplates, making the mech blush~.

"O-ofcourse, sir. Oh, beforeIforget, Imustask, wheredoyouplantogoforthenextfewsolarcycles? Iunderstandneedingabreakasyoudeserveone, butthere'snotmuchtogoto, sir."Blurr asked, cooling down his blush as they started walking again. Longarm simply smiled, the red light on his forehelm glowing a bit.

"Just a nice small place of paradise. I have an old friend to visit there anyways~."

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"AGH! GET OFF ME ALRE- AAAAAAAAHHHH!!!" Bumblebee cried out in pain, Starscream snarling as he pressed down his sharp index digit harder into Bumblebee's cracked horn, and it hurt like the pit for Bumblebee. Starscream was once again tormenting the Minibot, punishing him for attempting to escape....again. Bumblebee has tried desperately many times to escape, but with each attempt, he was caught. Bee hasn't even made it far either, still wandering lost through the prison corridors to escape, he's gotten close a few times, he knew it, but was always caught. 

When you have no way of telling time, the days, hours, minutes, and seconds all seem to blend in together. Bumblebee had no idea how long he'd been in the prison, the only way he could tell was whenever Blitzwing came by to give him rations, but he even lost count of that too. Bumblebee was left rusting bit by bit, his right horn and optic still broken, but no longer in pain at least. Although the pain lasted several solar cycles once the chip's code wore off, the pain finally subsided slowly, yet he still couldn't online his broken optic without seeing static, so he kept that covered in the bandage Blitzwing had given him. However, his horn was still very sensitive and feeling the Seeker's claw stab into it, only made it agonizing painful once more.

"Just say you're sorry and bow down to me! You're only making this harder than it needs to be!" Starscream shouted, pressing into the cracked horn a bit hard, enjoying hearing the scout's cries of pain. Bumblebee kicked, hissed, struggling to get away, but he was pinned down against the jagged floor. Bee had so many new dents, scratches, his paint was slowly peeling off, covered in dirt and dried energon from his smaller wounds, most of which were caused by Starscream himself.

"FRAG YOU!" Bee cursed at Starscream, feeling the Seeker pull away, only to be left venting and coughing hard as Starscream stomped on him. Starscream stomped and kicked the Minitbot a few more times, agitated with him.

"You stupid little slagger! I should just offline you here and now! You dare disrespect me!? I WILL SHOW YOU-!"

"Starscream." Starscream stopped his assault, yet kept his ped on the Minibot, turning around and seeing Blitzwing, who was glaring at him with his Icy persona.

"Enough already. Don't you have anything better to do other than act like some Sparkling throwing a tantrum?" Blitzwing hissed, Starscream scoffed and got off of Bumblebee, letting the Minibot vent.

"Well maybe if you hadn't brought your little toy here and actually disciplined him, I wouldn't have to be the one punishing him! He's caused enough trouble as it is!" Starscream argued, Blitzwing's faceplates switching to Hothead.

"ARE YOU GOING TO KEEP ARGUING OR DO I NEED TO TELL MEGATRON YOU'RE SLACKING OFF!?" Hothead shouted, threatening Starscream to go away. The Seeker was already on thin ice as it is, telling Megatron a few things can have Starscream going offline again by his bare servos. Starscream grumbled all sorts of curse words, stomping out and pushing Blitzwing out of the way, leaving and letting the Triple Changer handle the Minibot.

"Ugh....that stupid...slagging glitch..." Bumblebee groaned, sitting up slowly, his whole frame in pain as he vented hard, but even that was painful to do. Blitzwing turned to him, walking inside and locking the door behind him as usual, switching back to Icy.

"Perhaps maybe cooperate instead of running all the time? He's not wrong, it can benefit you." Blitzwing spoke, sitting next to Bumblebee as usual and giving him his tray of rations. Bee grumbled a few curse words in annoyance himself, taking the tray and refueled on the rations.

This became the norm between the Con and the Bot. Blitzwing would sometimes stay and talk with Bee, it was a bit fun to throw comments back and forth at each other, but of course, Blitzwing had to leave, leaving Bee all alone again. Sometimes Bumblebee would try to run past Blitzwing whenever he was leaving, but each time was of no use as Blitzwing roughly pushed him or grabbed him. Blitzwing still had orders to follow and a job to do, still the same crazed Triple Changing Con he's always been, but Bumblebee still wondered why Blitzwing was....somewhat nice to him and even bothered to "care".

"Why should I? What do I gain by turning my back on my Faction? My team? Friends who I call family?" Bumblebee argued, making a bit of a cringed face as he drank down his oil.

"I mean that prisoners can work their way out of the cells on good behavior, most of them at least. *Switch* Now stop throwing a temper tantrum and be a good little sparkling~! HAHAHAHAHA~!" Random laughed and mocked, even with the information, Bee couldn't care less, but if it was true as to what Blitzwing said, he could escape. Bumblebee just needed to wait, yet waiting was never his thing. Maybe if he got to go outside at last, his team might be able to pick up his Spark Signature.

"I know what you're thinking~, let me guess~! Let me guess!" Random gleefully clapped his servos and bounced a bit with excitement. Bee just scoffed at him, though he couldn't help but smirk at how ridiculous Blitz was being. 

"Nah, it's all a part of my next master escape plan. This time, you all will be eating my dust~." Bumblebee gloated, Random's face frowned and pouted.

"Awww~! Tell me~! I swear I won't say! Not like you can leave though!"

"Nope. Not saying it 3 Faced~." Blitzwing switched back to his Hothead persona and snarled.

"The name is BLITZWING insect! Remember it already!"

"As if hot face, you don't bother with mine, why should I bother with yours Blitzbrain!?"

"In case you have forgotten, I AM THE ONE CARING FOR YOU LIKE A SPARKLING!!! Why should I bother guessing at this point!? YOU RUINED THE FUN!"

"Oh boo-hoo, cry me a river why don't ya!" Bumblebee and Blitzwing just kept alternating with each other, Bee just finished the last of his rations as they kept talking, Blitzwing switched back his Icy persona.

"If you think you're team is going to pick up Spark Signature, then you are wrong. As I've said once, twice, a 100 times, you are not on that accursed Organic Planet anymore. You are-!"

"'On New Kaon. Megatron rules all. Decepticon Colony.' Blah blah blah! I do not care how long I've been in here, I ain't giving up! My team will come get me one way or another, because I am on Earth! I know I am!" Bumblebee stated, still holding onto hope and optimism as tight as possible.  

"You just refuse to accept the fact you're not on that Organic Planet more, will you?" Blitzwing asked, Bee just shrugged.

"You ain't fooling me. I still won't believe a single word you, that stupid aft Starscream, or any other bot says. Might as well let me out and give up." Bee confidentially spoke, even after all this time though he has no idea how much of it has passed, he still held high hopes and refused to be broken. Blitzwing vented quietly and rolled his eyes, wondering why this little Minibot just wouldn't accept the reality of what was happening.  The 2 continued talking and bickering before Blitzwing received a ping, meaning it was time for him to go. He took the now empty tray back, got up, and began leaving.

"Oh and as much as you refuse to listen, being as stubborn as always, you will just have to learn the hard way, kleiner Käfer. Just behave and things will be easier." With that said, Blitzwing left Bumblebee alone once more. Bumblebee gave a confused look, but just rolled his one optic into the back of his helm.

Now being alone again, Bee needed to figure out his next escape plan, but he still ached to do something at least. Being in prison, Bee ached to do something, anything, even if it was to scrub the jagged walls clean. Nothing to do except keep stretching his joints, try to do something physical, look out the small window on the steel door, think and talk to himself. If he was being honest with himself, he did want to believe Blitzwing's words, he was getting more desperate to escape. The more time had passed, the more hopeless Bumblebee felt. He needed to escape, but how? He clearly couldn't wait for his team anymore, if they were even coming or attempting to find him, nonetheless, Bee knew he couldn't give up. 

Bumblebee did think about what Blitzwing said, as much as he hated waiting, it could give him an opening to flee again. So, he just needed to play good little prisoner for now, while hoping he wouldn't get another beating from Starscream. 

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More time had passed, Bumblebee waited and played along, though it was agonizingly painful to do so. Blitzwing still came by to feed him, also hearing that Starscream was just waiting to get a reason to come beat him up even more. The guards were keeping a closer eye on Bee, which was a bit embarrassing at times whenever Bee was talking to himself. Just a bit longer Bee thought, they'll let up and let him out soon enough. 

Bumblebee was lying down, having an unrestful recharge as usual, when the cell door slid open. Bee begrudgingly sat up, thinking Blitzwing was stopping by to give him his usual crap of rations, until he felt something tighten around his neck. Bee gasped and hissed in pain as he was painfully pulled backwards, his servos being roughly grabbed and tied together tightly with something just as painful. Bee hissed in pain, being able to look and see about 3 guards were roughly tying him up with an Energy Leash. 

"Get moving on your peds, Autobot! You have a special appointment to get to~." The guard standing behind him snickered as he roughly forced Bee up onto his feet, pulling the leash as hard as possible, making Bee groan and vent a bit.

"Can't you be nicer about it!? Don't have to choke me to the Pit and back!" Bee yelled, before roughly being pushed outside of the cell.

"If we had it our way, you would've been in the Pit long ago." The Guard behind him joked, or at least Bee hoped it was a joke. They kicked him and forced him to walk along, Bumblebee just tried to ignore them as best as possible, paying attention to where they were going, doing his best to memorize the hallways and layout of the prison, seeing if he could find the exit. He didn't have to look too hard though, they were heading right towards the exit actually. The windy breeze he tried reaching too, the hope and feeling of escaping came back once again, even the feeling of seeing nature again was making him hopeful.

They reached the entrance and stepped outside, Bumblebee groaned a bit and shut his optic from the bright light shining down on him, letting them adjust for a klik or 2 with the guards roughly pushing him still, the one in front roughly pulling. Bee finally managed to online his optics, looking up and ready to see the world, only to be greeted with a horrific sight that left him completely shocked.

Bee was jaw dropped, the sky was a mix of orange and red, everything was just rocks and stones, there were other mechs around them, but all of them were either more Decepticons or more prisoners being forced to work. It looked like the world burnt around them and the mechs were being forced to fix it, Decepticons getting a laugh out of harming others, yelling orders, or just angrily standing in silence.  In the distance, he could see what was clearly some sort of a colony rebuilding itself, other giant structures being made and put together, to make more room from the looks of it. The one thing that stood out though, was seeing it was all just....Decepticons. The Logo, the color scheme, every single mech around him. 

This...this has to be a bad dream, just a terrible bad defrag, just some panic-stricken nightmare. Bee really didn't want to believe it, he couldn't believe it, yet the rough pushes and tugs reminded him. The loud works of metal and fire being molted together reminded him. The mechs guarding and in charge of the area had reminded him. Blitzwing's words in the back of his processor reminded him.

Bumblebee really was on New Kaon.

"Oh frag..." Bumblebee muttered to himself, unable to look more, whether he wanted to or not though, but because the guards continued to force him to walk, taking him aboard to some ship. Where was he going? Maybe he could escape on the ship and fly away? Bee however doesn't get a chance as some sort of metallic bag was tossed over his head. Bee panicked and struggled, before something hard hit him from the back, knocking him out as his body was dragged off to somewhere.

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Awakening slowly to a processor-ache Bumblebee groaned as he onlined his optic, hearing voices.

"....come....Do not....I will hand..." Bee tried to adjust his audio receptors, trying to listen in on the convo. He tried to move, but couldn't. Looking down, he was bounded into a steel chair, his servos, stabilizers, and chassis locked against them.

"For now....and I will release him, once I am finished. Leave me be." Bee heard what sounded like a door closing, hearing heavy peds walk towards him. Bumblebee looked up, seeing a large Con walk towards him. The one, however, instantly made his Energon run cold. It was Shockwave, staring down at him with that single bright red optic.

"Greetings Bumblebee, I am glad you have awakened, I was just getting everything ready for this evening." Shockwave spoke so casually, as if he having lunch with Bee, though the thought of it for Shockwave was a dreadful one, he just could not stand Bee's motor mouth.

"S-Shockwave...." Bee remembered the last time he saw him, seeing him on the comm.link screen at the Space Bridge, a question then came across his processor.

"H-How....how do you know me?" Bee quietly asked, not daring to speak up as who knows what this fragger could do to him. 

"Hmm? Ah yes, suppose that would make sense since those around you were told to remain silent. Though, it does hurt that you don't recognize your, 'old friend'." Shockwave started transforming, going back into 'disguise', showing himself as Longarm Prime. Bee was shocked once more, his supposed 'old friend' back at Bootcamp, the one who helped him 'catch' Wasp as a spy, was the real Decepticon spy!? Although that would also mean Wasp is innocent, he was innocent. Oh Primus, what had he done?

"Now now, don't feel so bad. I just needed to hide myself a little longer while we were at Bootcamp together, you just happened to assist me in doing so." Shockwave said, speaking so calmly as if he was thanking Bumblebee. Shockwave just found it funny, to see the confusion, shock, and regret in the Minibot's single optic. 

"I was informed of what that traitorous Starscream had done to your optic and horn as well. Such a shame, I needed you in top condition for what we're about to do, but oh well~. We can still continue." Shockwave then went to a corner of the room and pressed a few buttons, lights flickering on in the room. Bee blinked a bit, looking around, seeing multiple strange surgical devices hanging on walls and laying on tables, a medical berth having a mix of wet and dried energon on it, a whole science lab with tubes and flasks filled with strange liquids. Bee could feel his spark racing and pounding in his chassis, what was Shockwave about to do to him?

"I ask you to hold still for this part. This might sting a bit." Shockwave walks behind Bumblebee, setting up large tubes connected to large tanks filled with strange experimental fluids, grabbing a few and adjusting the ends. Large sharp needles slowly come out of its ends as Shockwave takes ahold of Bee's helm, making the Minibot go stiff.

"H-hold still for what? What are you abou-!" Bumblebee let out a cry, feeling so much pain as something sharp pierced through his helm. The needle twisted and turned, Shockwave injected it deeper into Bumblebee's helm, ignoring the rush of energon pouring out and the scout's cries of pain. Bumblebee tried to squirm and get away, but the more he moved, the deeper the needle stabbed into his helm.

"Oh for Primus' sake, hold still, otherwise you might damage something. I am poking at sensitive circuitry and wiring right now, I just want to make sure everything goes perfectly." Shockwave groaned, finally having properly adjusted the tube. Bee vented heavily, it hurt so bad, it felt like the needle was stabbing his processor, feeling the energon slide down his back plating. He didn't have much time to do anything else, as Shockwave began to stab another one into Bumblebee's helm, attaching the tube.

"S-STOP IT! STOP! AAAAAAAGGGHHH!!!" Bumblebee cried out, feeling the second needle stab deeply into his helm, adjusting itself, twisting and turning, Bee felt every bit of movement.

"Oh dear, wrong spot. Give me a kilk." Shockwave slowly removed the needling, before roughly jamming it back into Bee's helm on purpose, making the scout cry in agony. He didn't actually miss the spot, he just enjoyed hearing Bumblebee's cries, yet as much as he enjoyed it, he had experiments to complete.

The Decepticon added 5 more of the tubes into Bumblebee, this time on his backplates, into his spinal column and back. Oh sweet Primus, did it hurt like slag. Bee cried out, oily and lubricated tears falling from his optics, the bandage around his broken one getting soaked by his tears. Shockwave made it as painful as he could, stabbing the needles into the sensitive spine, wires, and circuits, helping the needle adjust by twisting and turning it more. Bumblebee's whole backside was covered in energon at this point, he was losing so much of it and the pain was so intense, he nearly blacked out from it. Shockwave made sure Bee didn't though, keeping him onlined for every bit of it and what was to come next.

"Aaaaand, there we go. Good as new~." Shockwave stretched out his arm to grab a nearby cloth on his table, wiping his servos and digits clean of the energon. Bumblebee was left venting hard, barely able to do so as he coughed and gagged. He was shaking and twitching, trying to remain still, the slightest movement was unbearable with the needles deep inside him.

"Now, try keeping still please, I am going to add and remove some substances I have been testing out. I wish to see how you're frame can handle it." Shockwave went back to his panel, pressing a few buttons, and activating the tubes. The liquid from the tanks began to pump into the tubes, sending them into Bee's frame, making the Minibot flinch hard.

The strange liquid flowed in and out of his whole frame, feeling it move through his helm, his back, his spine, even through his wires, all of it was unbearably painful. It was a mix of something freezing like ice and scorching hot, stinging, and numbing pain just as strong as the needles injected inside of him. The scout could feel himself become disoriented from the pain and liquids, whatever was inside of it was doing something to him. Shockwave grabbed a data pad and began to type on it, recording and writing down the readings he was getting, along with how Bumblebee was reacting to it. 

Bumblebee began to cough up energon, pouring from his intakes, the taste of energon on his glossia, new and more energon was even coming out from his wounds. His broken optic was even crying out energon, but it was being soaked up by the bandage. Shockwave just hummed and pressed another button, the liquids stopped before being pumped in and out of Bee again. If Shockwave had an actual faceplate, he would be smiling at the lovely sight. Bee hesitantly looked over at the Con, glaring at him, trying to hold back his tears and to stop the energon from coming out of his intake more.

"W-when....when I- *cough* g-get out...of h-h-here...y-you are so....DEAD." Bee barely managed to get out, choking a bit as he tried swallowing down his energon, trying to vent.

"Oh? That so? Funny how you say that when you're team isn't even looking for you." Shockwave commented, looking at his datapad, paying no mind to the Minibot's change in expression, from a raging glare to a painful confusion.

"W...w-what?" 

"Hm? Oh, that's right, you don't know. Figured since you've been trapped in that filthy cell with no direct way of telling time." Shockwave got in front of Bee and lowered himself to his level, making sure to look him straight into his optic.

"You've been here on New Kaon for 3 Orbital Cycles now. You have been declared as M.I.A, thanks to me of course, so your team isn't coming for you. Not like they can get here anyways. In my opinion, it's for the best, who needs a useless Minibot like you that's only good for being an object of annoyance and pitful entertainment? Honestly, your actions are as bland as that personality of yours. They are better off without you." Shockwave said it so gently as if he was talking to a sparkling, Bee didn't give a damn about that though.

Have they really stopped looking for him? Why? He was alive. He could still find a way out or they could find him. But, has it really been that long already? 3 months? How did he fail to notice? Bee just didn't want to believe it.

"Y-your l-lying...I k-know it..." Bee groaned, Shockwave cooed at him and shook his helm.

"Believe it or not, you are. This is where you will be for the rest of your coming Stellar Cycles until you offline. Welcome to the home of The Decepticons, Bumblebee. Such a shame you can't anymore useful than just a tool." Shockwave stood back up and walked back over to the panel, pressing a few more buttons, making Bumblebee gag as he twitched violently, unbale to speak. So much pain, discomfort, throbbing and aching, all while he was left in a state of fear and becoming discombobulated, only small grunts and whimpers left his vocalizer. Bee couldn't think anymore, not able to think about the information of what he was just given, all he could focus on was this agonizing pain

"Hush now, we'll be done soon." Shockwave reassured, continuing to tap away and record as his dear friend Bee was left withering in pain.

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Shockwave's experiment on Bumblebee:

Chapter Text

Pain. Pain was all he felt when waking up, onlining his optic and seeing he was back in his prison cell. Bumblebee didn't even realize he had passed out, he must've at some point when Shockwave was using his frame to experiment with, or Shockwave may have been merciful enough to knock him out. Bee doubted that though. He slowly sat up, his whole body was in pain, some parts numbing, some parts trying to heal themselves, and some just aching. Bee carefully laid back against the wall, hissing as the jagged wall poked into his still-fresh wounds from the needles, making the Minibot just groan in annoyance.

Bumblebee just tried clearing his mind, trying to remember and look back on all that happened, replaying everything in his processor, that's when he remembered what Shockwave said. Suddenly, Bee felt a new kind of pain, an ache in his spark. He didn't want to believe it, but at this point why should he argue against it? Did....did they really give up on looking for him? I mean, yes, Bumblebee was actually on New Kaon, quite some time had passed, but....this wasn't fair. He was still here, he was online, why was he labeled as M.I.A? Bumblebee thought back on the memories of his team, the team he called family, even Sari and Professor Sumdac were family to him, and they...gave up on him like that?

Bee could feel the tears begin to swell up on his optics, but he tried not to cry. Shockwave's words were getting to him, how they were better off without the scout, how it was for the best. Bumblebee knows he isn't the best, he gloats and lets his ego get the better of him a little too much at times, but that doesn't mean they're better off without him.....right? He thought back on how he used to annoy the slag out of them, how he always tried to outshine them, how he never listened, never learned, always talked and thought it out later, every little thing. Especially when he said he hated Optimus. 

"He...he knows I don't....hate him, right? But...is that why...they...." Bee quickly shook his head, ignoring the quick dizzy and aching feeling from the movement. No, no he couldn't think like that. He knows Optimus, he knows his Bossbot. He knows Ratchet, Bulkhead, Prowl, and Sari. They wouldn't give up on him and Bee knows he can't give up on them. It was probably The Elite Guard. Yeah. They do this all the time, it was probably their call, not Prime or the others. Bee can just already imagine Sentinel being a fragger and saying stupid stuff, thinking he's better than every other bot in the room. 

Blinking back his tears, Bumblebee swallowed down his worries and the feeling of hopelessness. He was getting out of here, he just needed to continue his plan. Be a good little Autobot, be let out to work, then make a bolt for it. Simple. 

"I'll be home soon guys....Primus, give me some strength and luck here..."  Bumblebee muttered, feeling himself grow tired again. As uncomfortable as he was, he managed to sleep into recharge, letting his body and joints try to relax as much as he could.

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Time passed, Bee wasn't sure how long, but he learned to wait. He didn't try anything, didn't say much other than a few words, just appeared to have given up. Bumblebee barely spoke to Blitzwing too, who did try starting conversations with the scout, but Bee couldn't drop his act for not even a klik. 

Blitzwing did wonder why the little Autobot was being so quiet, why he just seemed so limp most of the time now when coming to bring him his refuel. He was waiting for the Minibot to just make a run for it, though, it did seem like he's finally given up. This was good. It can benefit the little bug and he won't be in this cell as much now. Maybe never again if he just behaved. He can also get Starscream and the others off his aft over it. He certainly wasn't happy when Shockwave came to visit and tested on Bumblebee like a science project, thank Primus that one-eyed smart aft had to go back to Cybertron to keep up his disguise.

Bumblebee could feel like Blitzwing was onto him, but he kept up the act. It'll play out in his favor, one way or another.

The 2 were in the cell together, the usual refuel and rations brought for Bumblebee to eat, making little talk, though Blitzwing was doing most of the talking.

"So, I wanted to ask you a question, kleiner Käfer. I would like an honest answer from you." Blitzwing spoke, eyeing the door and hearing the sounds of Bee quietly eating.

"What is it?" Bee asked with his mouth somewhat full, swallowing and about to take another bite.

"...Have you finally accepted the truth?" Blitzwing asked, now looking down at the scout. Bumblebee stopped himself before he bit into the remaining rations, lowering them and looking at the jagged floor. He was going to answer, though had to appear hesitant. Honestly, if his team saw him right now, they probably be impressed that he's been quiet this long and been fooling these Cons pretty decently.

"....I have. Shockwave....told me I've been...labeled as M.I.A...they're not coming are they?" Bee answered and asked quietly, slowly looking up at Blitzwing, who still kept his same Icy persona and expression as always.

"...I am afraid not. *Switch* Such a shame, I was hoping for some more fun~." Random giggled, though Bee remained the same, paying no mind to the Triple Changer's teasing. It was back to silence, a breem or 2 passing, Blitzwing switched back to his Icy persona again, and Bumblebee just finished his rations. With not much else to discuss, Blitzwing just took the tray and began to leave as normal, opening the cell door, but turning back to Bee.

"It's not so bad you know? Just...behave yourself, alright?" Blitzwing soon left, Bee knew what he meant too. He's gotten his pass. Now to wait to be let outside.

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Time passed again, but not as long this time. Bumblebee was stretching, trying to move his joints, despite the aches and the sounds of rust screeching quietly, just something to do. While stretching his servos up in the air, his cell door opened, this time guards entered. Bumblebee knew why they were here, but they were as rough as all the other previous times. They tied energon leashes around his neck and servos again, pulling and pushing him out of his cell.

"About time you do something useful around here, but I wouldn't have a problem leaving you to rust in there." One guard beside him commented, Bee just ignored them and kept walking. They once again reached the entrance and were outside, once again, greeted by the red and orange sky, seeing prisoners and worker bots working on the stuff tasked around them. They walked for a bit, Bumblebee glaring and frowning, he didn't want to look around him too much, not wanting to see suspicious, but he felt as if other mechs were looking at him. Not like he cared, Bumblebee just had to find a path to escape, or at least hide somewhere long enough before making a run for it. 

"Alright, we're here. Don't make us have to do extra work by babysitting you." The guard in front of him turned around and removed the energon leash on Bumblebee, roughly handing him a pickaxe. They were in some Mining Areas, with mechs and bots around them mining the rocks, minerals, and other resources. Bumblebee wondered what were they mining for though, not like they could come across riches unless you wanna count more rock and dust.

"Just mine and fill the cart up. Now get to work." With that said, the guards left to go back to their posts and duties. Bumblebee looked at the pickaxe, it was rusty, dusty, a little chipped, crooked, and definitely looked like it was gonna break after a few hits. Bumblebee looked around a bit, seeing some of the prisoners or working bots looking at him a bit, before going back to what they were doing, paying no mind to the Minibot. 

This was perfect, but Bee couldn't run yet. For now, Bumblebee turned his attention to the rocks and began mining, slamming the pickaxe down and grunting, keeping up the act. Until he can find an opening, he just has to act and obey.

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Days passed, Bumblebee was being let out every day after refueling to go out and mine. It was getting agonizing though, having to deal with all those rocks and dust, leaving his joints aching more than before. Primus, he was dirty too, he couldn't tell what was dust and rust. It would all be worth it though. He found his opening. 

Along the Mining Area, there was an upper hill where the carts were being taken elsewhere, what mostly caught his attention was the fact that he overheard some of the guards and workers talking about what was past it. Apparently, it led to less crowded areas, more spacious places, with a few small ships coming by at certain times to pick up the loads of what was collected and have it sent elsewhere. That was it. Bumblebee just had to be quicker than all of them. After all, he was dying to just dash for it. Hopefully, his tires weren't too worn out just yet, he hadn't used them since the last time he tried escaping, they hadn't popped, but had lost a bit of air and movement in them.

Now, what could Bee do exactly? The only thing given to him was that rusty pickaxe....then again, this might be all he needs other than his speed and tires.

Bumblebee grunted as he slammed his pickaxe down into the rocks once more, filling his mining cart and minding his own business, doing what he was told, but kept looking in the distance to the path when possible. Waiting and watching the guards, seeing some of them have left the spot. Now was the time. Bumblebee stopped working, just standing there, venting a bit, feeling his spark race in his chassis with anticipation and courage, but also fear. This time. This time he's getting out of here. One of the guards nearby notices Bee not doing any of his work, approaching him with a snarl.

"Hey! What are you standing around for!? Get back to work!" The guard ordered with a thick accent, Bumblebee did not turn around yet, gripping the pickaxe tightly. 

"Hey! I'm talking to you little Autobot!" The guard stepped closer and closer, their shouting catching some of the other mechs' attention, making them watch. Bee's servos were shaking, just a bit closer...

"Have you gone deaf!? Turn around you little fragger!" The guard was now standing right behind Bumblebee, so Bumblebee did what was ordered. He yelled and quickly spun around, stabbing the pickaxe into the guard's side as hard as possible, breaking through the armor and frame. The guard shouted in pain as Bee shoved it in further before yanking it out hard, Bee didn't pay mind to anything else, he started to run for it. The other prisoners and workers were jaw dropped at the sight of what had happened, stopped what they were doing, and watched as the Minibot ran to the upper hill path. Some were curious to see how far he could get, not bothering to help.

The guard called for backup and his shouts of pain had gotten other guards' attention, they all ran in to catch the fleeing Autobot. Bumblebee was completely focused, holding the pickaxe tightly as he dodged past guards, outrunning them, making them trip over their own peds, and started making his way uphill. One giant Decepticon guard jumped in front of Bumblebee, ready to snatch him up, and swung his servo down to stop him. Bumblebee quickly dodged, running past them, and using the pickaxe to stab the giant Con's stabilizer. Bumblebee had no time to try yanking it back, leaving it behind in the guard's stabilizer and kept running for his life.

"WHAT THE PIT YOU ALL STANDING AROUND FOR!? CATCH THAT AUTOBOT!!!" One guard shouted at the spectating prisoners and working mechs, some obeyed and some kept watching. Bee now had extra mechs trying to catch him, dodging past more of the guards, speeding past prisoners and the workers. A few were close to catching him, but Bee had been quick enough to make them bump into each other. Bumblebee just kept running up the path, he was almost there. Up ahead, he noticed a few filled-up carts in front of him, being held up in place with just more rocks, guards and workers rushing down to trap the Minibot from running any further. 

The scout ran over to the side and jumped onto the carts, the weight and movement caused by him were enough to push the carts down, those chasing him had to stop or turn back as the heavy carts came rolling down fast, crashing into them or making them fall over one another. Those in front still couldn't catch Bumblebee, he even jumped off the last cart, on a Con's head in front of him,  to jump past 2 or 3 of them, rolling on the ground and quickly getting up to keep going. He was right there, so close, just a bit further, Bee was not about to give up.

Bumblebee then used his worn-out tires to dash a little further, it was a bit difficult going uphill and not being able to use them for a while, but it made him faster. He left the other Decepticons in the dust, reaching the top at last, now he just needed to get further, hide somewhere, or at least take a ship to escape. That was all he needed, not stopping nor slowing down, forcing his stabilizer into overdrive, venting quickly, and trying to not fry his circuits. He was so focused on what was in front of him, that he failed to see the incoming energon whip from his left side, tightly wrapping around his stabilizer, making a gashing wound and making him fall down. Bumblebee shouted in pain, feeling the energon flowing out of him and the painful sting, yet he kept trying to move and get back up, but was being pulled back.

"I GOT HIM! I GOT HIM!" The Con pulling on the whip shouted, a worker bot, pulling as hard as he could, the other guards nearby quickly taking action with the other Cons chasing the Autobot now caught up. Bumblebee panicked, moving his servos down and tugging against the tightly wrapped whipped on his stabilizer, trying to set himself free, but was quickly pounced on by the guards.

"GETOFFGETOFFGETOFF!!! AAAAAUUUGGGGHHHH!!!! GET OFF ME!!!" Bumblebee struggled harshly, kicking and screaming, but soon received a harsh blow to the face. The guards began beating him hard, throwing punch after punch, a few kicks here and there, giving this troubling Minibot a harsh punishment, not letting up till he was limp and unresponsive, and then taking him back to his cell. One of the guards turned to a worker bot, giving him an order.

"Write a report that we had an issue today. This uncooperative Autobot has done enough as it is." With that said, they all went back to work and went to clean up the mess that was made. This was one annoying Minibot.

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New Kaon was slowly growing with each Solar Cycle, with Decepticons coming together under the leadership and word of Lord Megatron. Taking over the Colony was fairly easy, there were a few rebellious mechs, but were quickly put in their place...or sent to the stockades. The ones shown the most mercy were now a part of The Well Of Sparks. Lord Megatron and his Lieutenants quickly ruled over, now planning for their next step of action, living within a Citedal that had been made and still being constructed, just for them, in the center of the Colony. Speaking of his Lieutenants though...

Lugnut was still the same slagging hardwire processing one-track idiot, obeying Lord Megatron and doing all he could to please him, be loyal to him, he would even act like a Cybertronian Hound if Lord Megatron asked him to. The Tyrant Warlord just groans in annoyance every time.

Shockwave was still fulfilling his duties by being a Decepticon Spy, while not physically here most of the time, the highly intelligent mech was still of great use and has never failed his Lord once, never being wrong. Honestly, Shockwave was the only one Megatron could put up with.

Starscream, while he may have been given a second chance, The Seeker was on VERY thin ice. After he begged like a sparkling for his body back, he was now being watched and reported 24/7, in case he tried any slag again. Megatron only chose to be merciful, since he did need the use of the Seeker, and the Starscream clones weren't fully Decepticon material. The only ones of any use were Slipstream, Sunstorm, and even Ramjet surprisingly. The other ones...have been of use for minor things.

Blitzwing, his prized Triple Changing Warframe soilder. While at times it can be hard to deal with the 3 faced Decepticon, whenever he speaks or does too much due to his splintered personality, but has proven to be loyal without question. However, as of recently, ever since taking over New Kaon, the Triple Changer has been covering up and making excuses for one pathetic little thing.

That pesky, loud motormouth, terrible paint job, annoying Primus damn Autobot he brought along. 

Blitzwing has been treating that Minibot like some domestic pet, an untrained one at that. Oh, he's seen the reports and heard the complaints, how the Autobot was constantly trying to escape and failed every time, how he annoyed the guards, how he just wouldn't shut up nor give up already. Even during today's cycle, he caused trouble, injuring his guards and wasting much-needed time. Blitzwing made an excuse each time, how he could convince the Minibot to join them, how he just wanted a plaything, how the bright-colored mech was his personal trophy and souvenir, how he was just bored and needed something to entertain himself on his breaks.

After what had happened at the Mining Area today though, Megatron was not going to give in to any more excuses or reasons the Triple Changer spoke of nor offered. Even if he has to put Blitzwing back into his place after 'fixing' him.

Lord Megatron and The Lieutenants were all in Megatron's Throne room, it had just been completed. A stone and metal throne in the center of the room, surrounding it was a round stone desk to do his work with monitors and datapads sitting on top, the walls painted Tryrian Purple, and covered in Decepticon banners. This was the room Megatron spent most of his cycles in, working and handling New Kaon, being the cold, iron-fisted Tyrant he's always been. Blitzwing was making excuses again, Starscream and Lugnut arguing with him, Shockwave wasn't present on a Teletron Call, but that didn't matter.

"Blitzwing....how many more excuses are you going to make for that Autobot?" Megatron growled, his patience growing thinner as his Triple Changer pleaded. He felt tempted to go down to the Stockades himself and finish off the Autobot if needed to, just to get his Lieutenant to be silent already.

"I am...sure he can bring use to us at least, my Liege." Blitzwing suggested, making another excuse to cover the scout, but also made Starscream snicker.

"Him? Useful!? The only thing that glitch was ever useful for was just to be bait or run that Primus damn motor mouth of his! He should be offline at this point for even existing!" Starscream yelled, being as loud as ever and trying to look good in front of Megatron. Lugnut stepped forward to speak up.

"I do not agree with you traitor, but I must agree. He's been a thorn in Lord Megatron's hardworking servers that know their place! Even Autobots that are in the same position as the Minibot know their place and have joined our cause! If not then they must go offline! Any mech who does not serve our Great and Glorious Megatron is a fool better off rusting away!" Lugnut spoke, praising Megatron as usual, but stating the facts.

It was true and Blitzwing knew it. He couldn't keep risking his aft for the Minibot, he knew what would happen to him and the Autobot both if he kept this up, and he rather not deal with the fury of his Lord. Yet Blitzwing wanted him around still, he never thought it would be this fun to keep an Autobot around, one that could just match his humor, understand him despite their constant bickering, or at least relax in peace being next to him. Ugh, why did he have to be so fixated on that damn scout when seeing him on that accursed Organic Planet!? Blitzwing started thinking of his reasons again, at least one more chance to get Lord Megatron to see the use of the scout. That's when today's incident and reports came to mind, suddenly, he had his reason.

"...Think about my lord. That little Autobot managed to not only injure and hurt some of our guards, workers, and prisoners, but he also outran a whole crowd of them. He may have failed to escape, but he was smart and quick. Fooled me and fooled them, slowing them down and managing to rush past them. *Switch* Almost like a nice game of tag~! He's REALLY good at that! HAHAHAHAHA~!" Random cackled, but he gave his reason. Lord Megatron's expression remained the same, Blitzwing could not tell what his leader was thinking. 

"He got LUCKY was all! The next time I go to the Stockades I will rip out his spark myself and leave his body to rust! It's about time we get rid of that stupid persistent mech!" Starscream argued, Blitzwing's faceplates had switched over to Hothead.

"YOU'RE ONE TO TALK! In case you've forgotten, YOU do not get to talk! You're a traitor that needs to be in the Stockades as well! Or would you prefer to go offline!? I CAN MAKE IT HAPPEN HERE AND NOW!!!" Blitzwing roared at Starscream, watching that pathetic excuse of a once SIC shiver a bit and back up a little, but held up a deadly glare on his faceplate.

"Do not waste you're time and strength Blitzwing! You must save it for when Lord Megatron needs it! Not on this weakling of a traitor!" Lugnut reasoned and stepped up to Blitzwing, who now turned his anger to Lugnut.

"WHO'S SIDE ARE YOU ON YOU OVERGROWN GLITCH-EATING FRAGGER!? Do not disagree and then turn around to defend me like I am some damn weakling in need!" Blitzwing then turned back to Megatron, knowing he needed to cool down and not yell at his Lord, and switched his faceplate back to Icy.

"But my Lord, think about it, if we can...convince him to join, we can put that kind of skill to our advantage. He just needs the proper training and to learn. I mean, if he is capable of doing these types of advantages and tricks, why hasn't he done them before?" Blitzwing explained and pointed out his reasoning, Lord Megatron's facial expression still remaining the same.

"Him!? Training and learning!? Oh now you really have gone mad you slag eater! What makes you think the Autobot would even do such a thing!?" Starscream argued again, but no longer had the ball bearings as Blitzwing switched back to Hothead. The 3 Lieutenants were about to argue again, but Megatron held up his servo, gesturing them to stop.

"Leave me. Now." Megatron growled darkly, a few nanoseconds went by, and the 3 Decepticons obeyed. They all left, though Blitzwing only hoped Megatron showed interest or at least let him keep the scout a bit longer.

Once they were all gone, Megatron vented heavily and slumped against his throne. Training? Learning? Why should he waste his time teaching a mere Autobot the true cause of The Decepticon Legion? After all, the only thing good that Minibot was useful for was just for a good laugh by making a fool of himself. Then again, the more Megatron thought about it, the more he realized Blitzwing had a point. The tiny Autobot did manage to fool his guards and his Lieutenant just by 'playing nice', outrunning them and making them look like idiots trying to catch a runaway Cyberkitten.

As far as Megatron knew from Shockwave, the scout is nothing more than a waste of scrap, better off left to rust, how a mech like him would never learn since he was 'coddled' too much. It had the Warlord pondering a bit, he then decided to give Shockwave a call. He reached over to his desk and dialed the call on one of the monitors, waiting for a few klicks before the TeleTran went through, 'Longarm' picking up the call.

"Ah, my Lord, I wasn't expecting you to call me today. If there anything you may need?" The Double Agent transformed into his original form, presenting as himself and not the little Autobot he was pretending to be.

"I wanted to inform you about a report that had happened this cycle and for your input on this matter." Megatron explained, Shockwave hummed a bit. Megatron only calls or asks for his opinion on certain things if Megatron is thinking it through, undecided, or just needs a second opinion.

"What is it that you would like my judgment on, my Liege?" Shockwave asked, happy to offer his word of advice. 

"That little Autobot Blitzwing brought along, he attempted to escape yet again today, but failed to do so."

"Ah, typical, he just doesn't know when to surrender, unfortunately."

"Yes, however, he took a more.... tactical approach. Unlike his previous attempts, he fooled Blitzwing and the guards into thinking he had given up at last. Only to surprise them with a sudden attack on 2 of them and outran numbers of them. Even some of the Workers and Prisoners tried to catch him, but they all failed until one had caught the Autobot using an Energon whip." Megatron explained and even though Shockwave didn't have a faceplate, the Tyrant could tell his Intelligent Liuetentant was surprised by this.

"Blitzwing is out of pathetic reasons and excuses, however...he did point out that the Minibot just needs to be taught a proper lesson is all, that the bot can be of use. Tell me, do you think it can be possible?" Megatron asked, looking at the one-eyed Con, waiting for his input. Shockwave couldn't lie, if that really was the pestering glitch Bumblebee he had gotten to know, then he might as well let Primus slay him and let Unicron drag him to the pit now. 

Bumblebee? Outsmarting Decepticons? Outrunning them? Causing actual physical harm? Is this really the same annoying slagger from Bootcamp? Shockwave shook his helm a bit, coming back to focus to answer his leader.

"I must say, if you were trying to tell me a joke, you would make an excellent comedian, my Lord. Are you certain this is the same mech? Bumblebee has never taken anything seriously, never has done anything correctly other than to use up his vocalizer to brag till it burned out. He's lazy, whiney, incompetent, he's...he's like Starscream, but on the other side of the electric fence. Although, I rather tolerate that Minibot than Starscream any Solar Cycle." Shockwave vented in annoyance, remembering the 'grim' times of being around Bee in Bootcamp.

"Now no need to make such an insult...the Minibot has proven to be more tolerable than Starscream at least. More to the point, has any mech ever bothered to teach him his place though?" Megatron asked again, Shockwave tapped at his chin, thinking more about it.

"Despite not following basic instructions and commands, I would have to say no. Learning under the Autobots here is different, they expect one to understand and learn from it. It would seem the same way for the scout. Bootcamp was one example, but not learning even when under an Autobots that showed worth of such skills? That is an alternative. Minibots are considered to be seen as lower despite some having proven that they can be of great use, but are overshadowed as usual. Regardless, now thinking back on it, it truly seems no mech had bothered to teach him more, keeping him in some sort of delusional land that's sweetly coated like Oil Cake." Shockwave explained, giving his opinion. Of course, there were still things wrong with the Autobot Council, though that was a topic for another cycle. Megatron had gotten his answer.

"It would seem Blitzwing made his point. This Autobot clearly doesn't understand anything...perhaps he does need to be taught the truth." Megatron spoke, mostly to himself, thinking more on the matter.

"How will you handle it? He barely believed a word Blitzwing and I said when informed of his recent status here on Cybertron, let alone not believing he was on New Kaon." Shockwave stated, once more reminding the Tyrant of how stubborn the Autobot is. 

Well, if he wasn't going to believe either of them, perhaps a mech like himself should do the trick, and he figured it wouldn't hurt going down to the Stoackades to do so.

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If onlining was gonna keep hurting even more than the last, then Bee would rather stay in recharge forever at this point. He was lying in the prison cell, bruised, dented, cut open, beaten, and just couldn't move. Everything was hurting again, even worse than before as he rusted away. Bumblebee felt too exhausted to even care though, laying on the jagged floor felt like a comfort now. 

He failed. He failed again. He was so close and got caught. Bee really thought he would make it. He didn't even try to stop the tears as they came up, choking on a silent sob, he wanted to get out of here so bad. He was desperate. He wanted to go home. Bumblebee didn't want to offline here, not yet, even if part of him wished he didn't online again to be greeted with the pain. He wanted his team. His family.

"Please....I'll do anything....anything...I wanna go home...." Bumblebee muttered to himself, trying to ease his venting and quiet sobs, praying that Primus would show some mercy on him. Bee did think, that if he went offline here...he hoped it would be quick and painless. Bumblebee then heard footsteps approach his cell door, trying to stop crying as the steel door slid open. More guards, Bee thinking Primus just really has it out for him or something. They forced Bumblebee onto his peds, making the Minibot grunt in pain as he was forced to move, it hurt so much being forced to stand up, as Bee now noticed his left stabilizer was seriously damaged. His tires were now flat and torn too, so he wasn't going to run anywhere for a while.

The guards didn't speak, making Bumblebee limp as they forced him to walk with them, this time having a grip on him to make sure he didn't run. Better than an energon leash again. They escorted the Minibot to another part of the prison, one Bee clearly didn't recognize, but he couldn't pay much mind to the scenery around him. The scout thought they were gonna offline him, maybe torturing him even more, or leaving him to rust away slowly for good. Whatever they were doing, Bee didn't like it.

They soon reached their destination, standing in front of a giant steel door, painted with Decepticon logos on them. The guards opened the door and roughly pushed the Minibot inside, making Bee yelp and fall onto the rough floor, hissing as he slowly pushed himself up. The guards closed and locked the door, leaving Bumblebee in the barely lit room. After managing to stand up with the little strength he had, Bumblebee was left standing confused, looking around, barely able to see anything.

"Where....where am I?" Bumblebee spoke to himself, taking a few steps deeper into the room, thinking he was alone, failing to see the dark red optics come online from afar.

"I think the room should be the least of your concerns." The lights switched on, Bee squinting and letting his optic adjust, turning to see who spoke, only to quickly cower in fear. 

It was Lord Megatron. Sitting high and mighty on the other end of the room, a long table in the center, number of weapons and supplies on the walls. Now Bumblebee really wanted to get out, Megatron just chuckled at his fear.

"Oh you have every reason to fear a Warlord like me, little Autobot. I think you know why I am here too, since you've been causing quite the trouble for my men. Unless you have anything to say about it otherwise?" Megatron smiled, staring down at the tiny scout before him, watching as he gulped and kept his glossia still. Bee loved to talk, but even he knew better than to speak up at the Decepticon that eats protoforms for breakfast.

"Good. Then you understand. I saw the reports made about you, how you made many escape attempts, made trouble for my men and Liuetentants, even recently having injured a few and managing to run them in circles. I must admit....I find it mediocre, but impressive." Megatron spoke, but Bee was a bit shocked. Did Megatron just compliment his failure? What kind of compliment was that? No, no, he wasn't gonna fall for it, this was Megatron he was facing after all. Probably just trying to butter him up before eating him like an Energon Treat.

"Normally I'm not one to handle these things nor take such interest in, so I say you should be thankful that I even gave half a thought about you." Bumblebee just began to glare at Megatron from his choice of words.

"Thankful? You gotta be kidding me? Why should I be thankful to you!? You're probably just gonna offline me! Why do you care!?" Bumblebee spoke up, waving his servos in the air in exaggeration.

 "I don't, but if you want me to, I can easily crush you under my ped here and now. I only came to discuss something with you, Autobot. Now i suggest losing that tone with me, or else..." Megatron glared at the Minibot, his dark red optics shooting daggers at him for speaking up in such a manner. Bee quickly quieted down, despite the fear, he was glaring just as hard back at him.

"...talk about what, exactly? I ain't joining the losing side of this war, even if I am M.I.A."

"Ah, yes, you are aware they don't search for bots that are labeled as M.I.A, correct? You're team is not searching and possibly won't be given the supplies needed to continue searching." Megatron explained, now Bumblebee was surprised, to which the Tyrant did take notice of. So the scout really doesn't know anything? How unfortunate for him, sad and pathetic. Just what were they teaching on Cybertron these days?

"I...y-you're lying. Even if I am, they wouldn't d-do that, they-!"

"Believe what you want, but did you forget Shockwave is still there? Head of Intelligence as 'Longarm Prime'? You are trapped here, as stubborn as you may seem, I know you have it through your processor right about now." Megatron stated, making the Minibot go quiet again, so he continued to talk.

"As to what I was saying...none of them are coming, especially to a planet filled with Decepticon warriors that would obey my command and rip out their sparks within mere nanoseconds. That would be suicidal and if I know that they still work the same way, they wouldn't bother looking for a little sparkling like you." Megatron smirked as the Minibot glared at him more.

"Furthermore, the reason I am even bothering to speak with you, is because you have caught my attention....and only a few can do such a thing." Megatron then stood up and slowly walked over to Bumblebee, who cowered more and tensed up, but kept up his glaring hatred filled look.

"You certainly have potential, you just have yet to achieve it. After all, you were apart of that team of mere Repair Bots, being led by a washout Prime. You should've learned something from him, but instead..." Megatron circled around Bumblebee, beginning to lightly kick him as if he was poking at a dead cyber animal.

"You're weak. Undisciplined. Insubordinated. Very immature for your age. Very stubborn. Very small and petite like some helpless Femme. Untrained. Uneducated-!" 

"Ok ok! I get it! Just stop kicking me already!" Bumblebee shouted, pushing the giant ped away, scowling with a bit of a pout. Go from talking to insulting. Classic.

"To think that's only the tip of the iceberg. Now, as I said, you managed to show proper skill and speech to make a good escape attempt, you only failed due to being outnumbered, unfocused, and running out of pure luck. Did that Prime ever bother training you?" Megatron asked, circling around the Minibot slowly still, waiting for an answer.

"Optimus? O-of course he did! Bossbot always promised to train me to better! They all did!"

"But did they ever fulfill it?"

Bumblebee opened his mouth to speak, but then realized he couldn't really answer. Only cause there was no answer. Looking back, did the team ever care or bother to teach him how to be better like they had promised? Something always came up, whether an emergency within Detroit, Decepticons, Elite Guard, having to help repair, or even just doing their simple hobbies they picked up on at Earth. 

Not getting an answer, Megatron took the chance to speak.

"It would seem they didn't bother nor cared enough to do so. You may have been their teammate, but they treated you as if you were the weakest link in the chain."

"T-thats not true, they just-!"

"DO NOT...make excuses for them. From what I know, they had all the time in the world to belittle you. To lecture you. Looking down upon you while coddling you all at once. Never had they help you reach to your fullest potential. And why is that?" Megatron asked, to which once again, Bumblebee could not answer. He didn't want to believe it, not at all, but...Megatron may have had a point. 

Bee thought hard about it, realizing he was just...no more than bait, the distraction, the annoying one who was just a try hard. When did he ever learn? Why didn't his team do more? Was it all just false promises in order to keep him quiet and make him feel better? 

Bumblebee didn't know what to believe now. 

"I am only stating the facts...Autobots always leave the weak out to fend for themselves. It's why so many come to join the Decepticons. To learn the truth and to fulfill more than what those Autobots have promised them....something I want to offer you as well." That had caught Bumblebee's attention, now looking up at the Warlord.

"Considering all I have seen and known so far, you have the talent to make a fine Decepticon Soldier. You just need to learn and train. It won't be easy, I can guarantee you, though, if I was in your feeble position, I would suggest taking it...better than going offline." Megatron explained, giving this promising offer to the small battered up mech. Bumblebee felt a wave of emotions going through him, confusion, fear, anger, shock, more confusion that he wasn't sure if he was just discombobulated. He thought he lost his vocalizer, trying to search for the words to speak up.

"...why are you offering me this?" Bee asked with hesitance in his voice, Megatron smirking down at his nervousness.

"I feel that is unfair. You were never taught to behave. Never taught to be, more, than what you are now. I'm sure you are aware of how under-appreciated Minibots like you are. If the Autobots wouldn't teach you, then I surely can be the one to give you that chance." Megatron was playing his cards carefully and just right. He knew he had gotten through to the scout, the question is, would the scout take the offer?

Bumblebee wasn't sure, he knew he wished he would do anything, as his chances of survival were grim at this point, but...but this? Lord Megatron, a Tyrant Warlord, offering him a place with the Decepticons? Bumblebee tried thinking about it, knowing there was some trick behind it, but what could really do about it? Just seems as if he didn't have much of a choice left at all.

"As...involuntary as it may seem, I can assure you that it will be difficult, it will be violent, though you will learn. Earn a place among my ranks, get the respect you truly deserve, and perhaps...just perhaps, earn back your freedom. Of course, you will have to swear an oath and follow under my rule. It is clear you don't want to go offline, I am giving you this opportunity....why don't you take it?" Megatron offered more, playing with the Autobots' hopes, but there was no lie. All the little mech needed to do was obey, he might die during training, but no losses to it for Megatron.

"So, 'Autobot'...do we have a deal?" Megatron asked with interest, waiting to see if the Minibot would take the bite at his offer. Bumblebee still wasn't sure. He couldn't die, couldn't go offline, not yet. He wanted to see his team again. He wanted payback of some sort or at least some sort of closure. No matter the cost. He didn't want to...but he had to. For now, only one thing ran through his fractured and aching processor.

Survive.

"I....I accept." Bumblebee quietly spoke, looking down at the rough floor, unable to face the Warlord...now the one he bitterly has to call his 'leader'. Oh the thought of even saying it was like tasting rancid acid on his glossia, and he rather taste that then call Megatron his leader. Yet, what's done is done. His fate was now sealed.

Lord Megatron was pleased with the answer. Oh yes, he was going to enjoy watching this now former scout break.

Chapter Text

Lord Megatron had given his orders and command to release Bumblebee from the Stockades, to prepare him for his training, a great start to become a Decepticon. Of course, he couldn't send the battered former Autobot into training while already wounded, so he ordered a few field medics to wield him back together, and get him prepared to look the part. The Medics in question of course, were not pleased to have to be wasting their time repairing a weak little Minibot that was clearly going to get eaten alive the moment he goes into training, but they wouldn't dare disobey Lord Megatron.

Bumblebee did NOT like any of this. He was being forced to lay still on a medic berth while the medics did their work on him, pretty rough though, passive-aggressively picking at the already flaring and aching wounds on purpose. All Bee could do was glare, hiss, and groan in pain as the so-called Medics chuckled at his pain. Bumblebee tries not to focus on them, but rather focus on ANOTHER way to get out of here. He may have given the stupid ego-filled Megabucket his word, but that doesn't mean he had to follow it. Seems like he would have to play good little Decepticon.

Primus almighty, it even sounds horrible to call himself a Decepticon.

He was still an Autobot at spark, till the day he offlined he will always see himself as an Autobot. He was just pretending, just lying, having to call himself a Con to find another way out. Bumblebee now realized he was given some more freedom, maybe he could get out. He just had to pretend. No matter how long it took. Soon, a new Decepticon stepped in, making himself loud and clear.

"Alright, if he's done getting patched up, let me get this over with already. Can't believe I'm doing this damn slag, already wasting time..." The Decepticon complained, letting the Medics finish up their work towards the small yellow mech. Bumblebee looked up and got a good look at this new Con, he certainly didn't look like another Medic-Bot, so why was he here?

This Decepticon was mostly Purple and Green, almost looking like those 2 Construction Bots from Earth, Scrapy and... MasterMix, right? Bulkhead's supposed 'friends' that betrayed them? Bumblebee couldn't be bothered to remember, having an uneasy feeling in his processor about him. Unfortunately for Bee, the Medics were indeed done with patching him up, the majority of him at least, and left muttering to themselves.

Bee was left alone with this giant Con who was about to do Primus knows what to him. Bumblebee sat up as the Decepticon started pulling out some boxes and small tools, what they were for was the thing that had Bee feeling worried.

"Listen up you little RetroRat, the name is Hook and I'm only saying this once. You get hurt, don't come crying to me. I ain't got time to waste on little whiney 'Autobots' like you. You might be Megatron's new favorite, but that doesn't mean slag to me." The giant Decepticon, or now known as Hook, threatened and glared down at Bumblebee, making him shrink, but glare just as hard back.

"First of all, I ain't that slag makers 'favorite'. Second of all, I don't wanna be here either, but it was either this or rust till I woke up in the Well of Sparks. So suck it you-!" Bee didn't get to finish his comeback, as the large servo of the Con roughly grabbed his jaw and slammed him down hard on the berth. Bee's optic became wide with fear, he struggled to get back up, screaming against the Decepticon's hand, but it was no use.

"I recommend watching what you say next before I rip out both your glossia and voice box you damn fragger...don't make me turn you into scrap and serve your energon to those in actual need of it, because so far you have proven to be the biggest waste of time and have been nothing more than trouble....now be a good little mech, shut up, and deal with it." Hook growled, watching Bee slowly nod with fear, and Hook slowly removed his servo. 

Bumblebee tried to sit up and rub at his now aching intake, but Hook quickly held him down again. Hook quickly strapped Bumblebee to the medic berth, making sure it was tight too, the tight straps left Bee struggling to vent, it made Hook chuckle a bit. 

"Now, try to comply, this might hurt." Hook then turned around to where he laid out his tools, grabbing a Denta Mouth Gag. Bumblebee watched, soon groaning in pain as Hook roughly grabbed his faceplates again, forcibly opening Bee's intake by pressing down the sides of his jaw so hard the Minibot thought this damn Con was gonna crush it. Hook forces the mouth gang into Bee's intake, clanging hard against the former scout's denta, the stretch made Bee's derma split open due to how dry they were. 

Bumblebee was tied down, mouth forced open, with a split lip, and an aching jaw. How can this get any worse for him? Bee was even considering of wanting to go back to the stockades, at least he got to be left alone. Hook turned around to grab another set of tools, some sort of cutting saw tool and a scraping tool? What exactly was Hook about to do?

"As far as I was told, I had to give you the nice preparation and give you the 'Decepticon' look. Now, why it had to be me again? Don't know and don't care. One thing is for certain, if you struggle, I ain't fixing any new cuts that you get. So, lets start with the hard part. Hope you don't mind fangs for denta now." Hook smirked wickedly, Bumblebee felt his tanks do flips of fear as his spark dropped. Bumblebee shook his head harshly, trying to protest, but all that he could get out was incoherent pleas. 

Hook roughly held Bumblebee's helm still with his left servo, the Minibot trembling as he watched the Con raise his other servo with the cutting saw tool in hand, and pressed a button. The tool began to rev and came on, vibrating as the blade began to spin, Hook lowered his servo, moving to Bee's top right denta, and began to cut the denta.

Bumblebee shouted in pain, the blade was harshly pressed into his denta, the energon dripping on his glossia, which was pressed as far down as it could go to avoid getting cut as well. Bee could see the smoke from the cutting, trembling harder and crying out in more pain as Hook continued his work. Hook himself has done this plenty of times in the past, being careful with the lining and knowing where to cut, making sure to get the proper curve to make it suitable for fangs. However, the giant Decepticon did cut a little further than he should have, making the Minibot jolt from the harsh pains he was receiving. 

Hook then started on the other side of the cut denta, finishing it up, though he would have to do this 3 more times. Bumblebee's HUD was filled with warnings, some were days to the last deca cycle old, but that wasn't any of concern right now. He wanted it to stop, his denta and derma were aching so badly, the springs in his jaw were protesting and hurting much more, it was making his processor ache. Bee tried not to cry, trying to keep down his tears, thankfully for him, Hook had stopped and pulled away, but didn't let go of his helm.

"There. See? Was that so bad? Just a little energon spilled. Now, let's keep going you damn sparkling, don't cry now." Hook then moved the tool to the bottom right denta, continuing to cut and making Bumblebee tremble in pain once more.

It felt like vorns, Bumblebee's mouth was now filled and covered in his energon, his denta and intake having several small cuts, as Hook gave him his new fangs. Bee's whole intake was just tingling with pain, he wanted to close his mouth shut, and bite down harshly on Hook's hand. He did try, but he only got himself cut more for the saw tool. After Hook was done with his cutting, he used the other tool, roughly scrapping Bee's denta to make the fangs sharper. It wouldn't have hurt as much if the Minibot's mouth wasn't hurting from the cuts.

The rough movement almost made Bumblebee think that all his denta were gonna fall out, he was already struggling not to choke on his energon, he didn't want to horrifically choke on his damaged denta. Hook himself was just annoyed with how whiney the yellow Minibot bot was, wondering how this loud bother was even an Autobot, no wonder Megatron was 'merciful' enough to bother training him properly. After a breem, Hook was finally finished, pulling away and removing the gag from Bee's intake. Bumblebee gasped and coughed harshly, swallowing and coughing up his energon at the same time, accidentally biting his glossia as well from his new fangs.

"Yeesh, calm down, wasn't that bad." Hook rolled his optics, putting the now energon-covered tools away, and grabbing another device. Hook grabbed Bee's helm again, removing the dirty bandage over the Minibot's broken and offline optic. Bumblebee stared at him in horror, not sure what he was gonna do next.

Without another word, Hook lowered the device over Bumblebee's optic and activated it, shocking Bee's helm, and making the former scout yelp in pain. Bumblebee's processor was left buzzing from the shock, he had no clue what Hook had done as he felt the servos and tool pull away from him. Bee blinked a few times and tried to readjust his optics, yet, he became surprised, realizing his broken optic was now back online. He could see again, yet also see all the red errors, warnings, and other messages from his HUD.

"While I was told to give you the start-up, I do have to make sure you're at least decent enough to be sent into training. Shame really, won't be long before you're crushed under some Con's ped." Hook chuckled, putting the tool away before opening his subspace and pulling out some sort of container. 

"Make it come online, but won't fix it fully?" Bumblebee finally spoke up, his vocalizer was a bit raspy and static-like due to the screaming, along with the energon he tried to swallow down.

"Ain't got the necessary tools nor supply. Even if we did, why bother wasting it on a pile of scrap like you? You better be thankful before I decide to make you a one-eyed freak like that fragger Shockwave." Hook threatened again, making Bee go quiet and watch as the Con opened the container. Inside was a bunch of claws, varying in sizes, from big, small, sharp, bulky, thin, and more.

Bumblebee tightly balled his servos into fists, hoping he wasn't about to get his digits cut off and replaced with these monstrous claws. Hook hummed and hovered his digit over them, deciding which ones to pick to place onto Bumblebee. The Con roughly grabbed Bee's servo and forced it open, grabbing his index digit so hard it felt like it was gonna snap in 2. Hook took one claw each by each and placed the claws next to the Minibot's digit, trying to see which looked best as if he was dressing up the former scout like a doll. 

After a klik or 2, Hook picks a set and places the claws on the side, closing and putting the container back in his subspace. Still having a grip on Bee's digit, he grabs one of the claws and places it on the top of the digit. The claw was small, a circular triangle shape with a very sharp tip, violet color, on the bottom were sharp needles. Getting flashbacks to the feeling of Shockwave inserting needles into him, Bee knew what was about to come, and tried to pull away yet to no avail. 

"Now for the easy part. This might sting kid." Hook spoke as he inserted the claw on top of Bee's digit, Bumblebee hissed in pain and shook, it stung a lot. Energon was already slowly forming and pouring from the tip of the digit, the Minibot letting out a yelp as his frame jolted, feeling the needles twist and turn, adjusting themselves into the digit. Bumblebee now had a claw.

It was a numbing feeling, but still very painful. Bumblebee tried to swallow and suck it up, till Hook grabbed his middle digit and repeated the painful process. It felt like his digits were on fire, the claws trying to force his servo to adjust to the painful intrusion, but all it did was make Bee wish Hook did remove his digits. 

Hook just focused on his job, getting a bit of a chuckle out of the few yelps and jolts the Minibot made, though he wished he had piped down already. He added a claw to each digit, even forcibly removing one or two of them to readjust it to his liking. Oh did that make the Minibot almost let out cries of pain, but enough to make him tear up.

Another breem had passed when it was finally done, Bumblebee was now properly clawed and fanged. However, his digits were dripping with energon and his mouth was still covered in energon as well. Hook finally undid the straps and Bee took a long, deep vent, sitting up and shaking. The former scout hissed in pain when trying to support himself up, his whole servos were aching. Trembling as he looked at his now claws, his jaw dropped in shock and tried not to accidentally bite off his glossia from his fangs. 

Once again he reminded himself that through all this pain, Bee needed to get out of this place.  ASAP.

"After you wash up, you'll be sent to the Barracks and go from there. Now scram. Guards are waiting." Hook spoke, waving Bumblebee off and sending him on his way. Bee slowly stood up, trying to keep balance on his peds as he was hit with a wave of dizziness, and began to leave. The guards in charge took him to wash racks, of course, making sure to keep ahold of him in case he tried anything. 

Bumblebee didn't even care that he was gonna get a wash, he hated this. Hated how he gave into Megatron, hated how he was now having to go along and play good little Decepticon, hated this hopeless feeling still lingering, hated how he had to wait for an opportunity. Bee just wanted to go home and get fixed up. He thought about how Ratchet would fuss at him for his stupidity and for this plan that he was making up as things went along. Yet, he would listen to it all just to undo the damage done to him.

Bee just wished he could scream his hatred, for now, he'll have to take the offer to wash up and try getting some rest. He still had a long way to go.

~~~~~~~~~~~

After a quick yet nice wash-up, Bumblebee was sent to the training grounds and to the so-called Barracks where the other Cons in training would be resting. If it was anything like Autobot Bootcamp, Bee knows he wouldn't be able to get a proper recharge, he would have to wake up earlier, or even keep one optic open to make sure no Decepti-creeps tried eating him in his sleep. Who knows what would happen the second he let his guard down?

They soon reached the Barracks, it was a large, barely decent built, almost looked like a shack. The guards forced Bee to go inside, pushing him in the moment the door opened and slammed it shut. Bumblebee scoffed, looking around yet standing in place, as he realized he had become the center of attention.

There were MULTIPLE Decepticons, many mechs and a few femmes, some tall, short though not as short as him, bulky, spiney, maybe 2 sets of twins, some just looked like mutated freaks from overusing modifications, and a few almost...'normal' looking ones. They all were minding their own business and tendencies, now staring in silence with glares and curious sickening grins at the brightly colored aft Minibot. While Bumblebee isn't the first Autobot to turn over to a Decepticon and maybe a few former Autobots were here, it just felt like Bee was a small piece of food that had been thrown into a starving pack of cyberwolves that were ready to pounce on him.

It was an awkward silence for a good klik, Bumblebee gulping in fear as he made the first. Slowly walking forward, his peds practically drifting across the dirty floor, walking past the Decepticons that were still staring down at him with their crimson optics. A few of them growled at him or just looked with curious optics, one even playfully jumped forward on his side, chuckling as Bee flinched a bit in fear. The Minibot couldn't even look up at any of them for no more than a nanosec, slowly making his way past them to reach the other end, though he didn't know what to expect or do exactly. He just wanted them to stop staring.

Once on the other end, standing against the wall, the Decepticons paid no mind to him and continued with what they were originally discussing, doing, and so on. Bee quietly vented, his processor wondering how he was gonna get out of this. Guards everywhere, a room full of Cons that he would have to work side by side with, no bot familiar enough and certainly no bot he could trust. As the former scout kept brainstorming and struggling to keep the hope he was holding onto tightly, he felt a light tap on his shoulder, snapping Bee out of his thoughts and turning to see a mech next to him. 

The mech wasn't as big as a Con, certainly didn't have the paint job to look like one either, optics bright blue. Almost like an Autobot.

"Y-you the yella fella, right? Tha one from tha prison and tha mines that caused such a ruckus?" The mech whispered to him, having a heavy country accent, looking between Bee and the Cons in the room as he shuffled his way next to him, standing close to the Minibot.

"Y-yeeessss...?" Bee quietly answered with a confused expression.

"I-I was there when ya did it. I was also in tha prison, but got let out fur good behaviour. Worked on tha mines before I got sent here too. I-I didn't think they let you out afta that...gotta say, I was rootin for ya, kid." The mech whispered, trying to make small talk.

"Oh, um, thanks?...Y-you an...Autobot or something?"

"Yea....got caught when on a mission with some fellas....I'm the only fella left of the group..."

"...Sorry to hear that..."

"I'm fine...just gotta make it now...c-can we stick togetha? Some other Autobots are here too, but the fellas are only trustin themselves. Somethin about, not wantin to get backstab again?" The mech asked, pointing at the other former Autobots in secret. They too were minding their own business, keeping to themselves, not talking at all, yet didn't bother to stick together. Bee wondered why.

Bumblebee did lighten up a bit at least. This mech next to him was clearly just as scared as him, in the same predicament of trying to survive. Neither asked to be here nor had to any other choice but to be here, and if Bee was honest, it wouldn't be so bad to have someone familiar from the same team.

"Y-yeah, we can....what's your name-!" Before they could share names or continue, a loud slam echoed in the room, and a pretty tall Con walked in, he had spikes on him, long and sharp claws, black and green, his helm in some sort of weird tube filled with green liquid. Bumblebee almost thought it was Lockdown, she looked just as big as Lugnut for Primus' sake. 

"Listen up you weak little slaggers! I am Oilslick! I have been chosen to train you all for this war. The same war you all will be giving your sparks and frames for, even if you go offline. All for the glory for Decepticons." Oilslick shouted as he introduced himself, making it clear he was the one in charge. The Con soldiers got in line and saluted him, Bee and the other former Autobots quickly copying them to not be singled out.

"You all will be training under my ped you worthless pile of scraps! I might only be here for Tier 1 and 2, but don't think that when my presence is gone you can all slack off! YOU RUSTY FRAGGERS HAVE A LOT TO LEARN!!! We start at dawn! UNDERSTAND!?!?" 

"SIR YES SIR!!!" The Decepticons shouted back, Bumblebee and the other Autobots keeping quiet though, new to this and attempting to adjust to it. Oilslick then stepped forward to the back, going to where the Autobots were cornering themselves, looking down at the much smaller mechs before him.

Bumblebee tried keeping his cool and composure, same with his now new mech friend, watching the large mech stare down at them with a blank face. Bumblebee felt like he could see past it though, there was just the look of disgust behind this Con's facade, yet, he also felt as if there was...recognition. Did Oilslick somehow know him? Primus, Bee hopes not.

"You little 'Autobots' got a long way to go and prove yourselves. You're Decepticons now, you better hold onto it because it will be the only thing you have to your sorry designations. Even if SOME of you, got to be labeled as 'favorites'..." Oilslick glanced at Bee, clearly aiming the last part at him. Bumblebee kept quiet and just kept his soluting pose, not daring to speak back knowing it'd end badly. Though he was practically dripping in anxiety and stress from being singled out, thinking he was gonna get crushed any klik now. Oilslick stared for a few more nanoseconds before turning his attention to every bot in the room again.

"Now then, to educate you bots on the Tier listing and Training! Tiers are what you will be ranking up to, the higher the better till you reach Tier 5. Tier 5 is where you get to be as slagging good as me, and prove you are worthy to work under Lord Megatron. Training for this war and to take back Cybertron! Tier 1 will just test you slaggers as to what you're best at, so we can prepare you. Tier 2, that's when the REAL training begins! There will be energon spilled, you might die even, but it will all be worth it. For Lord Megatron and our great cause. If ANY bot here has an issue, I will offline you myself right now." Oilslick explained and threatened as his voice echoed through the whole barracks, he then raised his servo up, letting his acidic chemicals drip off him. The drops of the acid hit the floor and burnt right through, spreading further open, looking around to see who dared to speak up to say otherwise.

No Decepticon spoke up, no former Autobot spoke up. All have seemed to comply for now....or just not taken it as seriously.

"Good...and as for you little 'Autobots'...one ped out of line, one comeback, one false mistake, failed to complete training...you're going back to rust away forever in the stockades. Where you rightfully belong. I'll at least be nice enough to give you a parting gift when it happens, hope you enjoy cosmic rust." Oilslick looked at the former Autobots, glaring daggers yet smiling wickedly at them before making his way to the exit.

"Remember! At dawn!" With that said, Oilslick let himself out, leaving the soldiers to do what they did. The Decepticons once again went back to their talks and things to do, while the former Autobots went back to keeping to themselves. Bee stayed in his spot, so did the mech next to him.

"Gotta say...that is one creepy mech." The mech whispered to Bumblebee, starting up their conversation again.

"...yep." It was the only word Bumblebee could get out. 

"Well....long day ahead of us....we just gotta stick together kid."

"...y-yeah...I got your back." With that said, they continue their small talks, getting to know each other a bit, before having to come to a stop for the remaining cycle once assigned their berths.

Bumblebee's berth was against the wall, middle of the barracks, 2 large cons side by side to him. Probably doing this just to make sure the former scout doesn't go anywhere, yet not like he could get far. The berth itself wasn't the best, but much more suitable than laying on the jagged floors from the Stoackades.

The Minibot noticed how the other former Autobots in the barracks were treated the same way, they all were at least a row and 5 berths apart. Bumblebee again assumed it was just to make sure they didn't try anything, though he would've liked talking to his new mech friend, at least getting to know the bot's name, to which he still hadn't learned. For now, Bee vented and laid down on his assigned berth, staring off into space as his processor wandered around, trying to ignore the sounds of the damn Decepticons in training around him.

These next few solar cycles were gonna be long as hell. 

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Bumblebee slowly onlined, the room was pitch black, staring up at the ceiling. He had no clue what time it was, sitting up and looking around to see every other mech, femme, and bot still in recharge. Bee silently vented, he was still here, not in the stockades anymore, but not home either. The Minibot pulled his stabilizers to his chassis, hugging himself into a ball, thinking of how to handle this situation.

He's trapped and now working under Decepticons, still has yet to find an exit and escape route, has only made friends with one former Autobot like himself, and still doesn't have his weapons activated. Not only that, even if he got out of the Bootcamp, he still needed to get off New Kaon, somehow find his way through the unfamiliar paths of space, stay fueled and repaired enough, and make it back to either Cybertron or Earth. The more logical Bee thought, the more he realized there might not even be much hope of escape. 

Outrunning them is one thing, yet has failed to escape them. Why did Megatron even bother keeping him online? Why did Blitzwing have to take him?

"..p...pss....sssst..." Bumblebee heard a noise, looking up and seeing his mech friend on the other side of the barracks, in his own berth and waving over at him. Despite how dark it was, Bumblebee could see him well enough, though he couldn't help but give a small smile and wave back.

"wha wok...up?" The mech whispered yelled as best as he could, Bee was barely able to hear him due to how quiet they had to be.

"...couldn't sleep." Bee whispered yelled back. For whisper yelling, they sure were being quieter than a retro mouse. If Prowl was here, he might've found this humorous with how quiet his loud-mouthed teammate was being.

"Same...ya thin...any good...to refuel?" The mech asked, Bee had to stop himself from chuckling to keep quiet, but he did crack a smile. At least his friend got his priorities straight.

"Probably just more oil and meager rations like in the stockades."

"Heh...I would lov...right now, with...Rust Bunnies....and Energon Sticks...nice cold oil." The mech was going on and on about what to eat, clearly hungry. Bumblebee himself could use something to eat.

"I would love some Energon Goodies right now."

"So good...tried Energon with...and oil cake?...so good." 

"I can barely hear you and you're making me so fragging hungry."

"Sorry, I'm hungry too." The 2 tried not chuckle, it was comforting just a little bit, but now, the day has only begun.

A loud alarm went off, making both mechs jump, before realizing it was time to get up. The other Decepticons groaned and began to come online, forcing themselves up as quickly as they could, while the former Autobots moved a bit quicker out of fear. The 2 followed along, Bumblebee getting off the berth and standing up, watching to see what to do next. The Decepticons formed a line, Bumblebee and the former Autobots following their lead, and began marching outside. 

Once outside, Bumblebee was greeted with the icy cold winds, he shivered and tried keeping himself warm as best as possible. He is not made for this weather and he always hated the colder seasons, especially on Cybertron. Earth seasons weren't as bad, but he still didn't like it. They all marched for another klik, now reaching the training grounds, and standing in position. Bumblebee had no idea what was happening, leaning back a bit to see if he could see his friend. Even the mech looked at him and shrugged, just as clueless as Bee.

From afar, a few guards and other mechs approached the training grounds, Oilslick taking the lead, there was even a Starscream clone, the femme one. Bumblebee remembered what Oilslick said, this was just to test them and see if they're good enough, if so, then they move onto the real training. If not, the you're out, if an Autobot...

Bee didn't try to think about it, but he knew he would have to actually fight and do what he's told, otherwise his scrap. Oilslick stood in front of the

"Good to see every mech & femme here present! Now, let's see what you all are made of. Today is simple, pair up, fight the bot you are paired with, and you're done. We will be doing this multiple times, switching out pairs, so don't get too comfortable. My assistant here, Slipstream, will be the one to do the pairs, I'll be the judge. Now let us get started~!" Oilslick announced, Slipstream stepped forward and began setting the soldiers into pairs of 2.

"You 2 in a pair! The twins, switch up! Former Autoscum, pair up with that ugly one with the 4 wings and slagged jaw!" Slipstream pointed and yelled, getting them in position. Bumblebee just hoped he be paired with an evenly match partner or-!

"Yellow bug! Pair up with the brute!" Slipstream ordered, Bumblebee looked at who she was pointing too, his frown becoming so downward it was almost comical. The Decepticon was 3x's his size, with a hulking appearance, and looked like he refuels with glass for breakfast. He looked very menacing, no doubt he would easily crush Bee before he could even move.

Once everyone was paired, Bumblebee trying not to shift and shake out of fear, Slipstream began calling the pairs up one by one to fight. It was brutal to watch.

3 pairs ended up knocking the other bot out after 3 steps. One pair roundhouse kicked the other so hard that denta was flying everywhere. Any bot paired with a former Autobot immediately slammed them into the ground. His mech friend and Bumblebee himself also slammed into the ground or were sent flying into a wall when it was their turn. The brute Bee got paired with only had to land one hard blow on him, it was a wrap and the Con didn't at an eye nor bothered to care.

2 whole Megacycles passed between switching up and fighting each other, it was exhausting. Oilslick watched with amusement the whole time, so did Slipstream and the other guards, Oilslick loved it more when seeing that bright-colored Minibot get beaten down. It wasn't like seeing an old former 'friend' of his get beaten down, but just enough.

Bumblebee was eventually paired with his mech friend, both now dirty, beaten up, and having a bit of energon & oil spill out of them from small cuts.

"I gotta say....this ain't for me." The mech vented, trying to let his systems cool down from the fighting and running. Bumblebee vented harder with his fans trying to keep him cool as well, the cold air having turned into a blazing heat with the orbits sun rising, then with his whole frame aching again, Bumblebee wasn't sure how much longer he could keep this up.

"Mee too...how much longer do we have to do this?" Bumblebee wondered, staying close to his friend.

"I ain't sure, but...hopefully soon, kid." 

"...You know, we still haven't told each other our-!"

"MINIBOT & UGLY AUOTSCUM! YOU'RE UP!" Slipstream barked at the 2, they both glanced at each other and stepped up. The 2 got into position, they didn't wanna fight, both could tell and see it, but had to play along.

Oilslick watched this carefully, the Minibot had been paired unfairly to which he will admit, but now he could observe, what he could do and what to improve to face a real Con. To see why Megatron even bothered with this Autobot at all. Bumblebee ran forward to make the first swing, throwing punches, which looked a little sloppy, but when he started kicking, it looked like he managed to land a few blows.

The mech raised his servos to block the punches and kicks, then when an opening came with quick timing, he grabbed the Minibot's stabilizer and sucker punched him in the face. Bumblebee flew back and fell down, grunting in pain, but was quick to get back on his peds. Though it came with some dizziness and an aching processor. 

Bumblebee ran forward, jumping and lounging forward to axe kick him, the mech dodged and lounged at Bee, pinning him to the ground. Bumblebee struggled, quickly raising his stabilizer up to knee the mech on his pelvic plating, which hurt the mech quite a bit.

"S-sorry." Bumblebee quietly apologized and kicked the mech off him, getting back up and taking a fighting stance. The mech got onto his peds, this time being the one to charge at Bee and start throwing punches, Bee tried to block, but it was no use. He was knocked back to the ground, the mech placed a ped on top of him, but not in a rough manner, indicating that he won the fight.

"I win partner. Better luck next time." The mech grinned down at Bumblebee, getting off him and offering his servo. Bumblebee chuckled, about to take the servo to get back up, unaware that Oilslick had gotten up from his spot, looking upset too.

"Stop! Stopstopstop!" Oilslick shouted at the 2, approaching them, both flinched when he yelled and only moved when he began to approach. Bumblebee getting up, standing next to his friend, both now nervous.

"What was that?" Oilslick asked in a displeased tone, looking at them both, neither knew what he meant.

"U-uh...w-what was what?" Bumblebee uneasily asked, Oilslick groaned and rolled his optics.

"The fighting, 'helping' each other up. What was that? This ain't no Autobot Bootcamp you reckless scrap heeps! If you're gonna fight, then fight! YOU had the opportunity to do damage, and you didn't...why?" Oilslick now asked in a dangerous tone, pointing at the mech and asking him. 

"I-I just thought, s-since we trainin....we s-should keep each other in a good c-condition...I m-mean, ya know..." The mech couldn't get any further with explaining, his optics wide open in terror as he gave his reasoning to Oilslick, who just stared down at him with an intimidated expression. 

Suddenly, Oilslick roughly grabs the mech by the back of his neck, letting some acid drip onto him, making the mech shout in pain, before being tossed over to the side Oilslick was just at. Bumblebee tried to help, but he couldn't even take a step forward before Oilslick looked back at him with a burning glare.

"Stay...I'll deal with you in a klik." Oilslick warned Bee, walking over to the mech, who was now on his knees, looking up as Oilslick gave a sinister smile, turned to all the other soldiers and spoke up loud enough for them to hear.

"Let me give you bots a lesson! This mech can fight, can show his worth, but doesn't wanna hurt his comrades 'too much'. I understand, it is just training after all. We need you bots in worthy condition to fight. To win. However...the point of all this, is to make it as real and as messy as actual combat. If we say Energon will be spilled...then let it spill. Slipstream, if you would do the honor." Oilslick stood out of the way, letting the femme seeker approach with a twisted grin.

Bumblebee did not like where this was going, looking at his friend with worry, who looked at Bee with just as much concern. The mech didn't move, watching Slipstream stand next to him, wondering what would happen. Yet, nothing prepared them for what happened, as Slipstream quickly raised her servo in hand with a long and sharp blade, and sliced down. It was so quick...

*SLASH*

Slipstream cut the mech's head clean off. Energon splattered everywhere. The decapitated head bounced away, off the ground, rolling away from its frame. The helm of the mech came to a stop, having hit the peds of a brightly colored Minibot. Offline for all to see, even with his optics offlined, they still stared into Bumblebee's horrified wide optics.

Bumblebee trembled in fear, staring down at the now energon-covered head of his former friend in pure terror. The friend he didn't even know the name of, only met him just yesterday, the only one who could've helped Bee escape as they had each other's back. A fellow mech like him that gave him some hope....and now....he was gone. What was left was just a messy crimeful scene, just to set an example towards the other Cons and formers Autobots, his frame being dragged away to Primus only know where. 

Bee couldn't move, he was left staring at the helm, the world around him fell into a numbing silence. The Minibot wanted to cry, wanted to give his unknown friend a proper goodbye and burial at least. It was the least he could do. Yet, he never got a chance to speak or act, unaware Oilslick approached in front of him and spilled acid on the decapitated helm beneath him, turning it into nothing more than a toxic waste puddle.

The sound of the metal and alloy being burnt, with more energon spilled and mixing with the acid, had made Bumblebee flinch hard. He forced himself to look up at Oilslick, unable to stop his frame from trembling. Oilslick stared down at him with no reaction at the Minibot, yet it was there behind those red optics, Bumblebee could see it. How he was bound to be just like the messy stain on the ground as his friend.

"Incompetence...is not allowed. Weakness...is not allowed. You are on your own from here. Suck it up, before you become wasted scrap." Oilslick threatened, Bumblebee silently gulped and nodded slowly, still trembling from the horror he just witnessed. Oilslick backed away, turning his attention to the other soldiers, some didn't care and some were just as surprised.

"We will continue in one megacycle! Go refuel, grab whatever slag you need, I don't care, but be back here on time!" Oilslick ordered, they all soluted and went do what they needed to do, most went to refuel though. 

Bumblebee was the only one left standing, frozen, shocked, unable to move as his processor attempted to adjust to everything that just happened within no more than 5 kliks. It seemed like his hope faded away more and more just by what he witnessed. 

Dear Primus, what has he gotten himself into?

"As for you....you're coming with me." Oilslick roughly grabbed Bumblebee by his servo and started dragging him away to another part of the Bootcamp. Bumblebee struggled, but had to stop as Oilslick let out a few drops of acid from his servos, making Bumblebee yell in pain. Whatever Oilslick was about to do, was certainly NOT good.

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Slag, forgot to add this, but sketch I made of Bee getting fanged/clawed

And! This comic/Art piece I made!

Chapter Text

Oilslick had taken Bumblebee to a small shack, tossing him inside, Bumblebee stumbled, but did catch himself from falling. Bumblebee looked back at Oilslick, a flurry of emotions consuming him, but didn't know which to react or respond with. Seemed like no matter his choice of words or any action would lead to trouble, and Bumblebee knew he couldn't risk that.

"So...'Bumblebee'? Right? I know you. Well, not exactly KNOW you, but you know someone I do know..." Oilslick casually spoke, smirking at Bee as if he didn't just give the command to murder a mech right in front of him as an "example".

"W-why do you care? You're just gonna sweet talk to me after what you just pulled!? Who does sick shit like that!?" Bumblebee cursed in human language while yelling, not giving a damn and glaring hard at Oilslick.

"Never heard that before, but not important. Your 'friend' was just an example of what weakness is. Weakness isn't allowed. I may not be able to do much damage to you till proven guilty, but I surely can kill any mech or femme I want~. Better get used to it kid~." Oilslick began to slowly approach Bumblebee, who took a few steps back before hitting the wall behind him. Bumblebee tried to think of a plan, maybe he could get past Oilslick somehow? Or fight him? No, he couldn't do that without his stingers. Maybe outrun him? Bee had to think of something and he had to be quick.

"Now, I wanna ask you something....you know certain med-bot? Specifically one on your former team?" Oilslick asks, now standing in front of Bumblebee, the bright Minibot just gives him a confused look.

"R-Ratchet?...W-what about him? H-How do you k-know him?" Bumblebee wasn't sure if he should've been honest, let alone ask what this acidic freak wants with that info.

"Oh, he and I got way back is all...if it weren't for him, I would be offline. As thankful as I am, you should thank him too, without him, I wouldn't be this way~." Oilslick smiled down at Bee, forming acid in his servo, ready to use it on Bumblebee.

"...N-No...No way! You're a Decepticon! A freak! Like he would help damn pit-spawn like you! You fu-!" Bumblebee was cut off as Oilslick grabbed his left servo with his covered acid hand, pressing down hard and letting the acid burn onto the Minibot. 

Bumblebee wailed in pain, struggling to get away from the Con, shouting and kicking, but Oilslick didn't even budge. The acidic liquid was creating a large scorching wound, smoldering through the protoform and alloy of the sub-combact, making the former scout shout in more pain. Oilslick was getting annoyed by his cries of agony, as amusing as it was, he didn't wanna keep hearing it. Oilslick did stop his attack, yet he forcefully grabbed Bee's faceplates with his none-covered acid servo, and made the Minibot look at him.

"You were given ONE chance here. Watch your glossia before I burn it next, or maybe burn your vocalizer and leave you for dead. I'm being nice and letting your petty insults pass this time, but next time I won't." Oilslick warned the panicked Minibot, hearing him let out the slightest whimpers, but did keep quiet.

"Now, to continue..." Oilslick pushed Bumblebee to the floor and removed his now-damaged servo armor, yanking it off harshly. Bumblebee looked at his servo, his arm was covered in burn marks, and damn did it hurt. Red warnings filling his HUD again, he dismissed them, knowing no bot would tend to his wounds. Maybe that Hook guy, but Bumblebee didn't trust him after yesterday's events.

Oilslick tossed the armor piece aside, walking over to another wall and grabbing barbwire. The shack itself is a place to take mechs in training to 'discipline' them, teach them their place and make them sit in pain for hours. Something they all think twice about to not end up in here again, and Oilslick was gonna teach this Minibot that. Although, the mech didn't do anything wrong other than blatant disrespect, this was just for fun. Something he wanted to do to Ratchet, maybe worse, but this was the best he got for now. 

"Don't take it personal...just personal for me is all." Oilslick went back over to the Minibot, barbwire in hand. 

Bumblebee tried to get up and run, but Oilslick beat him by pressing his ped on top of his frame. Grabbing the Minibot's burnt servo and began to tightly wrap the barbwire around his wound, arm, and making sure the metal pierced into him. Bumblebee cried out in pain, struggling, squirming, fighting to get away, but it only made the pain worse in his servo with each movement. 

Oilslick kept wrapping the barbwire tightly, wrapping it around from the Minibot's wrist and down to his elbow. Energon spilled and flowed down Bumblebee's whole arm, dripping onto the ground and Bee's faceplates. There were so many small yet deep cuts, some of it cutting together to make deeper gashes, the barbwire piercing deeper and cutting harder as Oilslick made it tighter. Bumblebee continued to scream in agony, he wished he could pull out his stingers and shock this fragger to get him off, or transform into vehicle mode to get away, yet he couldn't, all he could do was wriggle and thrash like some wild mech animal trying to escape its cage.

Oilslick kept tightening and wrapping the barbwire around the former scout's servo until there was about a foot of it left out, using the remaining of it to place it against the scrapped wall, and using his acid to melt it in place. Bumblebee was left twitching, trying to vent and calm down, with multiple red warnings and errors from his HUD, all the pain sensors in his arms were high, and it hurt like the pit. 

Bumblebee sat up slowly, leaning against the wall with his arm stuck up in the air, energon still pouring out of his servo. Oilslick chuckled and stared down at the pathetic mech before him, crying over a few cuts. How weak.

"Better get used to it kid. I can do SO much worse, no bot will be able to save you. Not even that 3 faced freak or Megatron. Little favorite's gotta learn ya know." Oilslick taunted, loving the vengeful glare the Minibot was giving him.

"I...am not...a 'favorite'...I didn't ask for this!" Bumblebee argued back, Oilslick pressed his ped onto Bee's arm, causing the bright-colored mech to groan loudly.

"But you agreed to this. I mean, rusting away and going offline, it's not fun, I'll admit that. Yet, seeing you Autobots finally get what you deserve is always fun. I may not have a reason to offline you myself just yet, but that ain't stopping me from making sure you learn how to do things the right way." Oilslick pressed harder onto Bumblebee's arm, energon leaking onto his ped as Bee shouted again from the affliction. 

"Though, you are just a kid, you probably don't know much, so I'll cut you some slack for now." Oilslick backed off, the Minibot whined and vented, trying to focus on anything but the pain in his arm. Bumblebee watched as Oilslick began to head for the door, making him panic a little.

"H-Hey! Wait! Come back! You can't leave me here! Not like this!" Bumblebee shouted, conflicted between struggling and staying stiff. 

"I can actually. Don't get too comfortable~." Oilslick teasingly said, opening the door and walking out, closing the door slowly while giving a smug look at Bee.

"Hey! HEY!" Bumblebee's shouts were ignored as Oilslick left, leaving the wounded Minibot. 

Bumblebee was in disbelief, only one day in and he's already treated to this, and for what? Cause this Con was supposed to teach him the 'hard' and 'real' way? Cause he had something 'personal' going on against Ratchet? Why did Bee need to endure any of this? Bumblebee growled and let out a frustrated shout, he tried to break free from his painful bindings, but quickly gave up as he only ended up gashing his still-fresh wounds even more.

He was so angry, so very irritated, filled with so much rage he wanted to cry. Bee knew he couldn't though, if Oilslick came back or some Con walked in and caught him in a more vulnerable state than he already was in, it would end badly for him. Bee slumped back down, staring off into the corners of his processor, thinking back on the poor mech he only met yesterday. He didn't even get a chance to know his name. Didn't get a chance to say or do anything, witnessing him get killed. Just to set an 'example' they said.

"What the hell is wrong with these fraggers?" Bumblebee muttered to himself, frowning hard as the rage just kept brewing inside him, wanting to make these sick Decepticons pay. What kind of training is this? He rather take big-chin Sentinel's slag than this. For now and just like before, Bumblebee sat there, just waiting. Seems like that's the only option he's stuck with, to just wait.

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Mega cycles passed, the sun of New Kaon was already setting as the night cycle began approaching, Bumblebee was still locked in the shack. He had passed out some time ago due to being exhausted and loss of energon, though the wound had stopped spilling long ago. It seemed like no bot cared enough to come and check on him, come get him, or even bother to remember he was there. Then again, he was on a planet filled with Decepticons, since when did the damn Cons care about anything other than themselves or Lord Megatron?

Bee was still slumped in the same position, not having moved an inch since Oilslick left, his joints and bolts aching, especially in his wounded arm. He didn't bother calling out for any mech to come get him, it would only be a waste of words and waste of time. Bumblebee's whole frame felt sluggish, he felt so weak and useless, he wished he could at least move around or something. Suddenly, he heard shouting, it was coming closer, an all too familiar German voice. Primus, he did not want to deal with him right now.

"I do not care if it was for personal reasons, it goes against the training protocols!" Blitzwing, or in this case, Hothead roared at one of the guards, who explained what had happened earlier and where the Minibot currently was. Blitzwing was pissed off about it, he knew the former scout would go through harsh training, but already sent to the shack for punishment just cause that damn Oilslick wanted to make things 'personal'!? Oh, he will be having a few words with him for this.

"L-Lieutenant Blitzwing, its just an Autobot. Oilslick is in charge of t-training the Tier 1 and 2 troops, and-!"

"YOU THINK I CARE!? KEEP ARGUING WITH ME OVER THIS AND I WILL MAKE YOU SUFFER FOR HIS ACTIONS INSTEAD! NOW GO!!!" Blitzwing roared at the poor guard, scaring the mech off as he stomped to the small shack. 

Blitzwing furiously kicked the door open, going quiet as he saw Bumblebee sitting there. Bee looked up at the Triple Changer, glaring at him, not having the energy to give any sort of insult to him. Neither of them said anything, Blitzwing's faceplate switched over to Icy despite still being angry, going up to Bumblebee, and began to carefully remove the barbwire. Bumblebee hissed, yet complied and let Blitzwing continue to free him, his servo was burnt, gashed, punctured, just a complete mess.

Blitzwing glared down at the damage Oilslick had done, carefully removing and slowly taking out each metal pierce from the wrapping, taking his time to not hurt the Minibot anymore than he already was in. Blitzwing thought about taking the Minibot to see the medic, but he was already risking his aft again just to come down to the training grounds to see the bright-colored mech. He just wanted to talk like how they did in the stockades, yet he was now treating his wounds again, just like when his horn and optic broke. It seems like a repeating cycle.

Once all of the barbwire was removed, Blitzwing took out some bandages from his subspace, using it to wrap around the wound. Neither of them said anything still, Bumblebee just watched as the Triple Changer tended to him, the anger he'd been feeling brew all day was starting to stir up just by Blitzwing's presence. Bee blamed him honestly, blamed this psychotic three-faced con for all of this. Bumblebee would probably be back on Earth or on Cybertron, living his life as if was if Blitzbrain here hadn't taken him. He still didn't know why Blitzwing even bothered to keep him alive or around, but for whatever reason, Bumblebee would never forgive him for it.

Heh, forgiving a Con? Now that's hilarious to think about.

Once the bandage was tightly wrapped and making sure no more energon would seep out, Blitzwing backed away, allowing Bumblebee to stand up on his own. Bee grunted quietly, stretching a bit and moving his joints, now standing in a pregnant silence with Blitzwing. Neither spoke, moved, and barely looked at each other. After a klik, Blitzwing made the first move and spoke up to interrupt the silence between them.

"Have...you refueled today?" Blitzwing asked quietly, looking down at Bumblebee, the Minibot was just staring at the ground.

"....no." Bumblebee muttered, he did not have the energy nor could find the mood to say much at all.

"...Come along then. I'll make sure you get some." Blitzwing offered and began to head back to door, Bumblebee glared and frowned harder. Blitzwing was treating him like some damn pet or a sparkling, and for what? Cause he's smaller? Weaker? How dare he even act like he cares. Bumblebee looked over at the armor piece that Oilslick removed earlier, Bee picked it up, readjusted it onto his servo, and followed Blitzwing out.

The 2 walked for a bit, the sky was now a mix of navy blue, indigo, and orange. The winds grew more chilly, but it didn't bother Bee. The soldiers had been sent back to the Barracks for the evening, the only mechs walking around were just the 2 and a few guards nearby. Bumblebee practically ignored it all, being lost in his own quiet rage and too tired to think. Blitzwing took them to The Refuel Hall, letting himself and Bee inside, just the 2 of them there. 

The Refueling Hall had a bunch of tables and chairs, on the other end was the concession stand to get refuel from, behind it was the kitchen. There wasn't much to refuel with other than terrible oil that was soggy, simple rations that dried up too quickly and no good like Energon itself, but it was enough to get by and all the Decepticons had. Blitzwing remembered hearing stories about how some Cons grew so hungry with the need to refuel, they fought each other just to drink the energon from the ones they killed, but it was never enough. He had to admit, he had done it himself a few times, not the best option, but it did remove the weaker ones.

Blitzwing wondered if the Minibot would ever resort to doing such a thing himself, thankfully it seemed like he didn't have to worry about it, the bright mech seemed content with what was given to him for now. The thought of seeing the Autobot resorting to that option disturbed Blitzwing's processor. Now that was amusing.

Bumblebee watched as Blitzwing went over to the kitchen area, not bothering to follow him, just taking a seat at the closest table, waiting again. Bee looked silly sitting there, he didn't even take up half the seat, just a reminder as to why he hated being so small. Bumblebee was always picked on for being just a Minibot, as if Minibot's were the worst frames to ever be sparked. He always tried to be more than what other bots labeled him as, wanting to show he could be more than just some small mech, but he was always treated second best. Bumblebee never really had any bot tell him that he could be more than what he was, no bot to tell him that he can prove others wrong, just always put into a place and told to stay there.

He has the skill, he could do it, but Bee wondered why he was always just treated differently. Bee wondered if all Minibot's got treated this way. Wasp, that Zippy guy Blurr, or was the universe just out to get him?

Blitzwing came back with some oil and rations, sitting across from Bee and sliding it over to him. Bumblebee stared down at the refuel, while his tanks were telling him to satisfy his hunger, part of him just couldn't, not cause it looked gross, but he just couldn't.

"...Well? Aren't you going to refuel?" Blitzwing asked, being genuine and curious, but to Bumblebee it came off as impatient and annoying.

"...I am." Bee answered, slowly but surely, he began to eat, he felt like he couldn't even taste it. Was something wrong with his glossia or did he just not energy to care? Bee wasn't sure, but wasn't concerned by it. The silence grew between them, the only sounds being the quiet chewing of Bumblebee eating, the Minibot was thankful for his new fangs surprisingly, made it more manageable to chew with. Blitzwing knew he would have to start the conversation between them, he just didn't know with what to start with.

"...So, how was training with Oilslick?" Ok, maybe not the best thing to start with, but it was the only thing the Triple Changer could think of.

"Gee, I don't know, where do I start, Blitzbrain? How about with the fact I witnessed a mech I befriended right in front of me get his helm sliced clean off? Or how about the fact I got locked in a shed for mega cycles with my arm falling into stasis lock?" Bumblebee sarcastically replied, giving a blazing scowl towards Blitzwing. 

"No need to have that attitude with me bug. I get that its infuriating, but-!"

"'Infuriating'? Its Enraging actually! How else am I suppose to react? What? Am I suppose to be thankful with sunshine and rainbows!?" Bumblebee cut off Blitzwing, who's faceplate switched over to Random.

"Oooh~! Please do~! We can sing songs about all the wonderful experiences together~! HAHAHAHA! *Switch* I don't expect you to get it over night, but the least you can do is talk to me." Blitzwing switched back to Icy, now glaring back at the Minibot, seeing behind those azure colored optics was just hopefully wishes of him dropping offline right in front of the former Autobot.

"Get what!? Why am I even here!? Why I subjected to this!? From Primus sake, do you just take poor mechs and put them through this kind of slagging bullshit!?" Bumblebee shouted, forgetting about the rations he's barely eaten. Blitzwing switched over to Hothead, now irritated himself.

"You should be thankful that you are still even online! I am risking my aft everytime just to come speak to you! So watch your tone with me!" Blitzwing argued back.

"I ain't watching nothing! I hate it here! I hate you damn Cons! I only agreed to this so I didn't go offline! Why do you care anyways!?"

"I don't care! I care enough to make sure things stay in order! I'M DOING MY JOB AND MAKE SURE YOU DON'T SCREW ANYTHING ELSE UP FOR YOURSELF!!!"

"BULLSHIT! Doing your job my aft! If treating me like some domestic mech animal is doing your job then your doing a real Primus awful fragging job at it! Feeding me!? Talking to me!? What am I to you just some sparkling!?"

"Maybe if you didn't whine all the time then I wouldn't treat you like one! You should be thankful! You agreed to this! So put up with it! WHY DO YOU EVEN CARE ABOUT WHY I TOOK YOU!? NOTHING CHANGES AND NO ONE CARES!!!"

"WELL, I DO!!! WHY DID YOU EVEN TAKE ME!?" Bumblebee screamed at Blitzwing, tears forming in his optics, demanding an answer as to why he had to suffer through this, and it's been no more than a day of all this chaos. 

Blitzwing however, did not have an answer. Sure, he was fixated on the bright little mech...but why? Ever since he first saw him on that organic planet, Blitzwing couldn't get him out of his processor. When they first interacted alone during that organic "human" amusement racing show for the Allspark Fragment, he became more attached to him. He found this little Autobot amusing, found him fun, challenging and annoying sure, but overall, Blitzwing couldn't recall the last time he felt this attached to a mech. 

The Triple Changer opened his mouth and closed it again, trying to find an excuse or reason, but he couldn't find one. Bumblebee glared at him, looking at him as he steamed up in anger, infuriated to not having an answer. Why did he have to tolerate all of this? He could at least know why Blitzwing even bothered. Bumblebee just slammed his hands onto the table, got up and began to walk away.

"Forget I even asked! Just stop acting like you care!" Bumblebee stomped off, heading to the door and slamming it shut behind him. Blitzwing was left alone. 

Blitzwing frowned, he wanted to go after the Minibot or stop him, but he knew better not to. Blitzwing looked over at where Bumeblebee was just sitting, seeing where he slammed his servos at, he managed to leave a dent behind. Blitzwing didn't bother, now snarling and growling at himself, wanting to break something. Primus dammit, the little bug was right. Why did he care? Why did he take him? Blitzwing wished he had the answer himself, but he didn't. The Triple Changer slammed his fist onto the table, nearly breaking it into pieces, his processor thinking about that brightly colored Minibot. 

Why did he care so much? Why did he take him? The more he thought about it, the more frustrated Blitzwing became with himself. A conflict he didn't know how to handle.

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Bumblebee was lying awake in his assigned berth, staring up at the now dark ceiling of the Barracks, unable to fall into recharge. When he made it back, only a few Cons and Bots noticed him, but none bothered to question him or talk to him. For that, Bumblebee was thankful for, he just went to laying down, and had been laying in the same position since. He wanted to recharge, but he still felt too upset to do so. 

Megacycles must've passed by now, the last mech he talked to was Blitzwing, once again all alone. Bee really wished he got to know that poor mech's name, he wished he had a friend with him right now. None of the other former Autobots here were willing to get to know him, Bee certainly knew the Cons weren't even gonna care nor bother at all. Surrounded by all these bots and the Minibot knew he was all alone.

Bumblebee silently vented, he still had to keep up his plan of finding a way out and see if his team did move on. Bumblebee just thought of all the ways he could dramatically return to them, stick it to those who label him as M.I.A, especially Sentinel. Bumblebee also wanted to stick it to the Decepticons for doing this to him, pushing him into this role, maybe getting the other Autobots out of here, and hopefully give his mech friend a proper memorial. That wasn't gonna happen for a long time though.

Bee closed his optics, not offling them, just hoping he could slip into recharge, not sure of how much time had passed, but he didn't care if he lost sleep. He was angry- no, resentful and wrathful. So much damage was done within just a small amount of time, damage done withing this orbital cycle, he didn't know if another had passed or was gonna pass again. Bee still had no way of telling time and he wished he did, each day seemed to get much more difficult. 

He felt like going offline at this point.

Bumblebee shook his helm, getting those thoughts out of his helm, and kept trying to slip into some sort of recharge. After no more than a breem, the alarm went off, indicating it was time to get up for training. Bumblebee groaned and got up, following the other Decepticons just like yesterday as they all woke up out of recharge. Getting in line and walking out, heading to the training grounds, Bumblebee ignored them and ignored the sting in his wounded arm. It was gonna be harder to train while wounded, but he had to suck it up and get today over with.

They all stopped, lined up, and waited. Oilslick, Slipstream, and a few guards coming a klik later. Another day of training had begun.

"Alright! Yesterday was simple, today will be just as simple! We're going to see how fast you bots can move on your peds. Hopefully, we can get through today without any more interruptions." Oilslick smirked over at Bee, who just silently glared at back Oilslick.

"So, lets begin. Slipstream?" Oilslick let the Starscream femme clone take charge again, Slipstream stepped forward and started to give the rundown.

"Pair up, race for a mile, and then we determine the faster from the slowest! We will run and put those peds to use for the whole cycle! If any bot has a problem, you can run a whole 20 miles! Now let's get started with your training! Let's see who's good enough to make it to Tier 2!" Slipstream shouted, beginning to set the mechs and femmes into pairs again, Bumblebee just silently obliged. It indeed was gonna be harder than planned, but Bee kept telling himself it be worth it. He'll find a way out. For now, just don't take it personal.

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The next cycles were tough, to say the least, it was impossible, didn't make it easier that the former scout had lost track of time yet again. Bumblebee had to train and pull through with all his might, constantly fighting, running, jumping, and moving around like a cyberhound doing party tricks. Bee barely spoke to any bot, ever since his mech friend was killed he kept to himself. He tried talking to the other Autobots who were also imprisoned in this position like he was, but they didn't even bother to get to know him, barely even communicating. He couldn't even talk to a fellow Bot that was from the same side of the fence as he was, it honestly hurt and was bothersome.

Bee wondered how much longer he had to put up with any of this. Blitzwing was also being a bother, trying to see him whenever they had a chance to be alone, thankful not as much when trapped in the stockades but still such a pain, mostly in the evening before Bee had to return to the Barracks for recharge. Still, he couldn't even find the energy to put up with The Triple Changer. After all, it was Blitzwing's fault as to why he was stuck here, why Megatron gave him this "opportunity", why he couldn't be back on Earth and enjoy the feeling of speeding on the roads, playing in base, or even talk to his old team. He didn't know why Blitzwing wanted to speak with him so much when there was time for either of them, didn't he have somewhere to be with Hothead yelling at troops? Random creeping mechs out? Why bother him?

The Minibot didn't understand it at all. Then being around a bunch of Decepticons didn't make things easier. Some didn't like being made fools by someone as small as he was, wasn't Bee's fault he got created as a Minibot, but that didn't stop the harsh glares and small threats he got. All Bumblebee wanted was to get training over with for the day, refuel, and then recharge. Let it repeat till Oilslick and Slipstream said otherwise. Bee still wishes he could at least get back at the mech and femme for what they did to his mech friend, what they did to him, but all he could do was shoot daggers back at them through the heated glare in his optics. 

And he could see clearly how amused they were by his rage.

Bumblebee knew he had to stay strong, be serious, it was one massive fragging nightmare, but he needed to keep his circuits cool and not get them in a twist. He had to keep telling himself he would be home soon, he just had to act for now, not run his mouth like he normally does. 

Today was no different from the other ones so far. Early dawn, cold outside as everyone formed a line and marched to the training grounds. Bumblebee wasn't looking forward to any of it, his whole body ached, covered in muck, dents, cuts, and more rust. He was starting to look more like a dusty dry clay color mixed with yellow, almost seemed like he was withering away in a way. Bee mentally noted to get himself a new paint job when he could, he was starting to look dull as the damn soil on this planet. Is there even soil on New Kaon?

The Minibot didn't have time to let his processor roam around, Oilslick, Slipstream, and guards approached. The usual morning routine, the fuel, train, fuel again, and off to sleep in the berths. How much longer was this gonna last?

"Alright, we've studied you pile of scrap wannabes! We will now see which of you has the real ball bearings of being a proper Decepticon in battle with ONE FINAL test!" Slipstream yelled at the bots. Seemed like Bee got his answer. Slipstream started walking up and down the line in front of each bot, being direct and yelling loudly like a sergeant.

"You are all going to crawl your sorry afts through a course we set up just for you! You will run, jump, fight each other, and make it to the end. Does not matter who makes it first or last, what matters is how to use the upper servo to your advantage! Although, bonus points for those who do come in first, those in last are just wasting our time!" Slipstream smirked, walking back to her position. Oilslick then stepped forward and spoke up.

"Let's see who gets to move on to Tier 2. Follow us! Stay in line! Or else..." Oilslick raised his servo and let some of his acid drip, as a warning.

Every bot followed the command, staying in line and following them to the area where the course was set up. Bumblebee followed, wondering if it was simple like at Autobot Bootcamp, run, jump, dodge, and just avoid getting shot at with paint that turned into real ammunition. When arriving at where the course was though, Bee knew he was gonna get fried and left behind.

It was a simple run-through course and it was huge. From start to finish, obstacles to jump over, fire and steel spears to dodge, barbwires to crawl through, poorly made metal posts to climb over, oil and muddy-looking trenches, all the way to the end to the finish line. It was long and looked brutal.

In the name of Primus and Unicron, take him now.

"You all are going to line up and begin on our mark." Oilslick ordered, every mech and femme got in position, ready to run as fast as possible. Bumblebee was in the middle of the group, getting himself ready too. Many questions were running through his processor. 

What if he fails? What if he's sent back to the stockades to offline? Even if passes, what will come of it for his benefit? Freedom like Megatron offered once he 'earned' it....or forever solitude in this nightmarish prison? Dire questions for desperate answers, he needed to know, but he would have no time to ask, as Slipstream began the race.

"Now....GET MOVING!" With that furious shout the femme clone let out, all the bots dashed forward into the course. Bumblebee nearly got trampled and stepped over, yet he kept up as fast as he could to not get squashed.

Now this certainly was a challenge.

They all first had to do a set of high jumps. The Decepticons taking the lead were either quick enough to make the jumps, while some were just too big and couldn't do it without tumbling over, crushing the bars, or even just ramming through them. Piece of cake though for Bee, he jumped over each bar, sure they were a bit higher and a bit larger, much more fitted for a Con, but it wasn't an issue. There were many, but Bumblebee pushed through.

Now was the barbwires. Not the barbwire again. They all had to duck and crawl through, not just that, but also get up in between larger gaps of the wire down the section just to jump over. Bumblebee had remembered the injury Oilslick placed on him, he was not about to get caught in those wires again.

Ducking down and crawling through the dirt, Bee squirmed as fast as possible to reach the end where the first gap was, mechs next to him hissing in pain from being cut by the barbwire, some unfortunate mech was even pushed straight into the wire, causing a world of pain for them. The Minibot kept his focus and kept crawling, he just needed to stay ahead or at least stay somewhere in the middle of the group. Once reaching the first gap, Bee was about to make the first jump, when someone grabbed his foot and made him fall down. He almost fell face-first into a pile of barbwire. 

"H-Hey! What gives you-!" Bee turned around, glaring at the one who pulled him, yet went silent when he saw it was a former Autobot. The former Bot paid no mind to their action and pursued forward to complete the course, having no problem leaving the former scout behind to get crushed or cut up. 

And not even Bumblebee could believe he was betrayed like that. Sure, small, but damn. 

Bee snapped out of it, shaking his helm and got back up, jumping over the wire to make it to the other side at last, crawling again to make it. He practically had to run for his life on this next part, ahead he saw the soldiers in training getting their afts burnt to a crisp, running through trap-activated tiles. Not only flames, but also arrows being shot at them.

At this rate, it's just clear that the higher-ups just wanted them all to die. If Bee had the time to sit and talk about it, it almost reminded him of that Earth game about some woman raiding tombs? But no time for games. Bumblebee fully sprinted through, running faster than the Cons as he narrowly avoided getting burnt and shot. This certainly reminded him of when the machines in the Autobot base on Earth went haywire during Sari's "Slamber-Party". The memory of his aft set on fire made him run even faster, screaming as he dashed through. 

"A-Almost over at least....almost over..." Bee muttered to himself, venting and kept running with the group.

Next was wall climbing, climbing up sharp jagged rocks, objects that look loose from their spots, and it was very high up. At least maybe, 5 stories tall, Bee wasn't sure, but certainly a long way up. Looking up, one of the soldiers had lost their footing as an object came loose from the pressure of their weight, making the Decepticon fall to the bottom. Bumblebee gasped and jumped out of the way, avoiding being crushed by the massive mech as they hit the ground hard. Bee vented and gathered his composure, running up the mech that fell, jumping on and off their body, and gripping the wall.

The Minibot began to climb, suddenly feeling the struggle of having to lift his own weight, whether it was that he was tired already or had gotten that weak from being here in this Death Camp. Despite his struggle, Bee moved briskly, thanks to his small size and weight, he climbed up without the fear of the objects coming loose under him. Some of the Cons he climbed by actually tried to stop him, playing dirty in an attempt to slow down the Minibot, but Bee did not falter nor was he grabbed.

Once up top, he was able to easily climb back down with a sturdy rope tied up at the top, sliding down to the bottom. He cringed in pain as his servos got rope burn, it hurt like the Pit too. Stumbling and falling on his aft when reaching the bottom, Bee got back up and kept running. Just one more and this would all be over. Except when the last course is a Tar and Oil Trench. Coming to a stop at the front of the trench, Bee wasn't sure how to get passed it. The Tar and Oil were bubbling hot, repellent and disgusting. The Cons in front were pushing through the slimy substance, a few having fallen in and purging a bit from accidentally swallowing a bit of the Tar & Oil.

Bee stood still, he didn't have much time so he had to be quick before those behind him caught up and pushed him in. He's barely even tall enough to get through the trench, it would be forever before he reached the end. Looking at the Decepticon Troops in front of him, he suddenly got an idea. Taking a few steps back, Bee charged forward and jumped as far as possible, grabbing onto the nearest mech's back.

"W-what the-! GET OFF! WHAT THE FRAG!?" The mech shouted, twirling a bit and reaching behind him to grab Bee, yet the Minibot was slippery, climbing on top of the mech's head, and jumping off them to hop on the next one. The one he jumped off of had lost their balance, falling into the Tar and Oil, getting covered in it and was very furious.

"HEY! YOU ARE GONNA PAY FOR THAT YOU DEGENGERATE SCRAP!" The Con screamed at him, but Bee paid no mind and kept jumping. The Minibot kept using his size to his advantage, hoping through, on and off of the bigger Cons, climbing onto their backs to jump over to the next one, getting past this section of this deadly course. The giant mechs and femmes were both taken aback, yet pissed off, a Minibot out doing them? Now that was an insult.

Once safely on land again, Bumblebee sprinted to the finish line, reaching the end while struggling to come to a stop, forcing his stabilizers to slow down the adrenaline in his system, venting hard. He wasn't first, but he made it. That's all that matters. 

Oilslick looked at the Minibot with strange interest, having been watching the whole fiasco with Slipstream since the start of the race. He can see why the annoying pest had caught Megatron's attention, he did have it in him. Yet, he doubted the kid would reach tier 2, but it was only a matter of deciding now. Once the rest finally reached the finish line, others were in worse shape, that's when the voting began.

"Excellent work! Seems like you scrap heads did learn a thing or 2." Slipstream shouted at the half-tired group

 "In a few kliks, we will decide who's moving on and who isn't. Those who make it will continue with training and earn their proper rank, those who don't...you know why." Oilslick spoke, turning around and spoke quietly with Slipstream. Pulling out a datapad from her subspace, looking over the names of the troops. 

The tension rose up once more.

Most of the mechs and femmes talked among themselves, wondering who was gonna move on, Bee feeling fear crawl through his system. He needed to pass. 

Passing onto whatever Tier 2 was is just another step closer to freedom, he couldn't bear going back to the stockades. He didn't want to offline, didn't to go back to that dark cell for the remainder of his painful days ahead, Bee needed to get out of this place one way or another. He could not fail, the minibot had to tell himself that he wasn't just doing it for himself, but for his friends, the ones he called a family. Prime, Sari, Bulkie, Prowl, Ratch....he wanted to prove he was alive and still kicking, Bumblebee needed to make sure of that, show stupid chin big aft face Sentinel and everyone upstairs on Cybertron that he could get through this. 

After a short while, Oilslick and Slipstream came back, having made their decisions, Bee felt all of his confidence and hope left. They started to call names up one by one, each call of each name being terrible for the former scout, he couldn't focus nor even bother to remember which names were called.

Called a mech, mech, femme, mech, femme, femme, mech, mech, and so on...

Are they only calling on the names of those who didn't make it? Oh Primus that had to be it, Bumblebee was sure now, that he was done for. Snapping out of his worried mind, the last name was called up...

"Lastly...hmm....'Bumblebee'..." Oilslick spoke with almost distaste, clearly not pleased with having said the Minibot's name. 

Bee gulped in fear, slowly stepping forward, thinking he was gonna get sent back to the Stockades. To rust away. To go offline. Bumblebee still needed to go home, he had to go home, find a way to escape. What about his team? Sari? Cybertron? Although, a part him felt....ok with this? At least he'll finally be at peace, to be free from this universe, and it terrified him even to have these thoughts in his processor of yearning for such a wish.

With each nanosecond ticking by, it grew more tense than the last. Bee just knew he was done for, he knew it and-

"You're all moving on to Tier 2. Those who did not get called, you're out, so try again when you actually got some ball bearings, and if you're an Autobot....the stockades aren't that bad apparently." Oilslick spoke up, the words shocking Bumblebee to his core.

He....he passed? Bee had passed to the next stage of training. Around him, he heard those who weren't called groaning in annoyance as they were pushed away, being escorted out of the Bootcamp. A few gave heated glares at the bright yellow mech, hating how they got outranked by a Minibot.

The former Autobots who weren't called up were in a panic, being tied up with energon leashes and forcefully dragged away to the stockades. Bumblebee frowned, he hoped that Primus would save them....or show them mercy. Part of him wanted to save them, but what could he do? Stingers are deactivated, can't transform, no one to get or comm.link for help at all. He had to force himself to turn the other way, drowning out the pleas and begs as they got further away. After the disqualified were gone, Oilslick spoke up again to grab everyone's attention.

"Now then, as for the rest of your scrap-eating slaggers! Tier 2 is the official training! You all will be put through the pit and back going through these next set of tests, to help improve your skills. With strength, perception, endurance, agility, intelligence, and more as you all run with either all you got or with pure luck. The first course starts tomorrow, don't fail. Now scram!" Oilslick then marched off, going to handle other business as he dismissed the bots in training for today.

The remaining cons went off to do their own things, cheering amongst each other, the remaining few former Autobots just went back to their silent task of looking out for themselves. Bee was left standing there confused.

Why was he moving on? What did he do that captured their attention? Did he actually do a good job? He wasn't sure and while he would normally boost about it, Bee sure didn't feel confident about it. Blitzwing probably spoke up or this was just to punish them more. Hell, he wouldn't be surprised if Mega-Buckethelm spoke up just so Bee could be tormented more. Cause to every bot here, he was just a 'favorite'. Man did Bee hate it.

Whatever the reason was, the Minibot was at least given the chance to keep going. 

Bumblebee eventually managed to force his stabilizers to move, heading to The Refueling Hall to put something in his tanks before returning to the Barracks. Maybe he could get a chance to wash up or something, he hasn't been able to clean himself ever since he got fanged and clawed. No bot has really. Honestly, it wouldn't hurt, it makes the Barracks less musty of dried grease and oil.

Upon entering the Refueling Hall, many of the Cons in training were celebrating a little when learning they had passed. The Former Autobots just ate in their solitude corners, not paying any mind to what's around them. Bee wanted to do the same, just eat in peace and see if he could take a wash before heading back to the Barracks. 

However, the fellow Decepticons in training had other plans than to cheer among themselves. 

Once Bee got his dried and soggy refuel, which was a little more than usual and probably as a small reward for passing into the next Tier, one of the Decepticons shouted over at him.

"HEY! Small yellow bot!" Bumblebee flinched and instantly knew it was him, after all, no other bot would be as brightly colored as he was. Bee looked over on his left, seeing which one of the mechs called out for him.

At the table was the mech who called out, 2 femme twins, a brute-looking one, and the mech that cursed at him when he jumped on his head. Bee felt very nervous as that mech specifically glared down at him, his whole faceplate screaming, "I will murder you and feast you to the cyber-wolves for the humiliation." Overall, just raging.

Bumblebee looked around and sheepishly looked at the mech, who signaled him to come over. Bee quietly and slowly approached, not knowing what to expect. He sat next to him and looked comically small compared to all of them, even the femme twins were taller and slightly more built-in frame than he was. Bumblebee silently gulped, thinking they were ready to pounce on him like hungry cyber animals, mostly the one still glaring daggers at him.

"Gotta say...didn't think a Minibot would make the ranks." Says the one who called the Minibot over, continuing to eat, having an accent that almost sounded like Professor Sumdac. That certainly wasn't what Bee expected while being hit with memories and deja vu.

"Honestly, it's rather cute-" "That a Minibot-" "Former Autobot-" "Even made it this far." The twin femmes commented as well, both speaking one at a time, finishing each other's sentences, and ending them in perfect unison. Have some sort of Russian accent, yet each spoke with venomous grace.

The brute just nodded in agreement, keeping silent as he refueled next to Bee, yet glancing over at the Minibot, as if making his form of judgment to him. The mech that was glaring at Bee just scoffed.

"Oh please, this little fragger got lucky. You might be small and quick, but even that won't last you long. Even if you're Megatron's favorite." The mech hissed in a static tone, it reminded Bumblebee of Starscream in a strange way.

"NOT a favorite..." Bumblebee muttered and began to glare back at the mech, before any tension could build up, the mech next to him kept speaking. 

"So anywho, how did you end up being the so-called 'favorite' that every bot here talks about?" The mech asked curiously, like it was the latest and juiciest gossip to ever hear. It just made Bee all the more irritated.

"Yes, how did you-?" "Little bot-" "Get our Lord's attention~?" The twins asked, elbows on the table with their servos under their chins, both making the same pose and sly smiling expression. Bee didn't really have much of an answer, now also confused if he's impressed or creeped out by these twins.

"I...I didn't even mean to, just...w-wanted to get out was all..." Bee muttered, half honest in a way and hoped they wouldn't ask nor catch on as to what he meant.

"We know, you were the one who caused trouble at the mining sight." The mech stated, which surprised the former scout a bit. Ok, so they caught on and rumors must spread fast on New Kaon apparently, which is only more of a reason to keep a low profile now. Lovely.

Oh, Bee loved rumors, all the latest gossip and shit talk was so fun to hear or discuss, he even had a few moments of becoming the topic of gossip....only when he did something stupid of course. However, he was on a planet full of Decepticons who had nothing better to do other than kiss MegaBucket helm's aft and do work, which makes sense as to why they would gossip and talk about it when there is nothing else other than depression, war, and hatred for everyone next to you.

"Yeesh, relax, you ain't the first one to do that. Nothing special." 

"Yes, not the first, which only proves how pathetic and desperate you Autobots can be." The grumpy one spoke, insulting Bee's attempts to escape.

"Can you blame me? I'm not "Decepticreep" material like you, and calm down. I can hear the springs in your jaw locking in place from that ugly mug you're making on your faceplates." That insult from Bumblebee seemed to have gotten the mech to shut up for a bit, though the con was more grudge-looking than before. It got the other Decepticons at the table to laugh.

"Well, you're here now, so you're either gonna die or show everyone you got tough alloy kid. Minibots here don't make it that far." The mech next to him explained, making Bumblebee gulp as he felt troubled by that info.

"W-what do you mean?" Bee asked, unsure if he should.

"Isn't it obvious?-" "You're small-" "Fast, but fragile-" "Smart, but weak-" "No match nor fit for a Decepticon." The femme twins pointed out, showing their 'pity' with cooing faces for the poor bright colored mech.

"On the bright side, with lots of work and effort, you could. A few made it to Tier 2, but they were offline in training or got sent away. Minibots just don't make it far, but I got hope for ya little guy." The words of encouragement from the mech went deaf to Bee's audials. That information was not pleasing to hear whatsoever. 

Yes, he had to witness his only mech friend so far die on the first day of training as an 'example', but he thought Oilslick and Slipstream had done it out of hatred toward Autobots. The fact that many die in training if they weren't qualified enough or just not skilled enough for the challenges put on them was....scary. Sure the mech next to him only mentioned Minibots, yet that was enough to give Bumblebee the hint that it wasn't just Minibots, but rather every mech and femme. Even if they were Decepticons.

Bumblebee didn't really have much else to say after that, the rest at their table went on with their conversations, to which he was thankful. He just forced himself to finish refueling, sitting in silence. 

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Mega cycles passed, Bumblebee managed to get that wash he wanted, washing off the dirt and grime. Primus, during the whole wash he was just filthy, even when removed so much his paint job had peeled or rusted away, mostly his peds and servos. He didn't have much other than lukewarm warm solvent showers and a rag, but better than nothing. Bumblebee was just glad to have been able to clean it off him, though he would prefer a relaxing oil bath. Oh, he would fight for it if needed to. The Minibot was the last one to enter and leave, only cause he wanted to be left alone while doing so, so the rest of the troops and Cons were already sleeping into recharge most likely.

The Minibot was about to head back to the Barracks like he normally does, recharge and prepare for tomorrow, walking slower than usual. All he had to do was make a turn and he would be heading straight to the Barracks, however, he took in his surroundings really quickly. It was very dark, not many out other than a few guards patrolling, and around him were plenty of places to hide or run to. One of which is an alleyway just straight ahead of him. 

He could escape. Now was a better time than ever.

Bumblebee looked around and began to speedwalk, trying to act natural and not get spotted, hurriedly walking to the other side. There was a pathway that led to somewhere, not sure where, but if it was a way out then Bee would take it. Reaching across, 2 guards on patrol had noticed him from afar, quickly catching on that the Minibot was up to something, quickly following him to investigate without Bee even knowing. 

Bee reached the end of the pathway, immediately making a sharp turn without looking, just going with his gut. He kept marching, walking as fast as he could with fear and adrenaline ready to kick in his circuits, he had no idea where he was going, but if it led somewhere then Bee would march on. Bumblebee reached the end again, making another sharp turn, only to bump into something pretty big. He groaned and looked up, becoming off guard as it was Blitzwing. Why was the crazed Triple Changer out in the middle of the night in a spooky back alleyway? Bumblebee wasn't sure if he wanted an answer to that.

Blitzwing was just as surprised to see the Minibot running around this late, he should be back in the Barracks recharging at this scheduled time. Was he trying to escape again? Seems like this bug can't get it through his processor that he can't escape. Before either one could speak up, lights behind Bumblebee flashed on both of them.

"Hey, what are you doing running around? Get back to the Barracks or else..." It was the 2 guards that followed Bee, flashing their light on the former Autobot and almost ignoring the Lieutenant behind him. Bee was slagged and he knew it, he was gonna get punished, or worse. That's when Blitzwing spoke up, placing a servo on Bee's shoulder.

"It is alright...he was under my supervision. We are just discussing a few things about his current progress. Megatron's orders." Blitzwing lied to the guards, shocking Bee entirely. Why was Blitzwing covering his aft? He had no problem leaving him to rust and not tend to his injuries, so why lie for him? Regardless, his plan to attempt to escape was foiled....again.

The guards looked at each other and back at the pair, coming to a collective silent agreement. Not wanting to argue with their Tyrant Leader and the Triple Crazed Lieutenant, they took the explanation and began to leave in silence, showing full trust with no questions asked. Once gone and out of hearing range Blitz switched over to Hothead, spinning Bumblebee around and got all in his face.

"You are VERY lucky I was coming by to see you Primus dammit! Why in the pit are you out this late!? Do you have that much of a death wish!?" Hothead shouted, making the Minibot glare up at him, unfazed by this hot-tempered side of him.

"This whole planet is a death wish! What!? You expect me to be jumping in joy with Energon Treats!?" Bee argued back, Hothead switched over to Random.

"Ooooh! Yes please! All happy and fun times! Let's enjoy some nice Energon Lollipops with it! MUAHAHAHA!" Random cackled, Bee was not amused, now pouting with his arms crossed. He couldn't believe he got caught AGAIN. Random switched over to Icy, sighing and getting on Bee's level.

"I meant what I said however, I was coming to speak with you, I also had to take the backways to be avoided. It's easy for word to spread around this wasteland of a colony you know."

"That I did learn today..." It went quiet between them, Blitzwing hated it and so did Bee. However, Blitz just hated not being able to conversate, while Bee wanted space and wished to go back to the Barracks now. Blitzwing cleared his vocals and started the conversation again.

"So...you have reached Tier 2? Impressive you made it that far, but you still have a long way to go." Blitzwing spoke, making Bumblebee scoff.

"Long way to go? Sure, if I'm even gonna be left online or left with a few missing parts from my frame. I don't even know why I was picked..." Bumblebee complained.

"As strange as it does seem, they do have to pick carefully and thoughtfully, even if it is bot they do not want in their ranks. I went through the same treatment. *Switch* But I got a free pass to the big rides when Megatron made me his prized weapon! HAHAHAHA!!!" Hearing that made Bee cringe a bit and show a tiny bit of pity.

"That sounds...very painful."

"Oh it may have been, but it was all worth it~!!! *Switch* I get to crush peasants where they stand! I get to show my authority without being pushed over! I earned my rank and if they have a problem with it then I will send them straight to the well!" Hothead gloated on, Bumblebee rolling his eyes.

"Ok, now I don't care anymore, but I have to ask...why did you lie?" Things got quiet again between them, as many other times before, Blitz did not have an answer.

Why did he lie and make an excuse again? He has been doing this for Orbital cycles and at this rate he seems to get nowhere with understanding his processor and emotions. The Triple Changer had to take make warnings and a few consequences for his choice of words. Facing their leader was not exactly pretty either. Without much reason or anything to answer with, Icy took control and spoke up again.

"Listen to me, kleiner Käfer. As much as I want to, I cannot keep looking out for you. You need to accept this already. You were given this chance so use it before they take it away." Blitzwing softly spoke, looking down at Bumblebee, who wasn't satisfied with not having an answer, but he didn't press on about it.

"I...I can't accept it, ok? You can't expect me to forget all I know overnight and suddenly become a sparkless-killing machine like you. That's NOT me." Bee frowned, looking down at the ground as if it was his only distraction. Bee could honestly use a distraction from everything right about now too.

"But it's what you have to be. You can hate and blame me all you want for being stuck here, but what's done is done. Megatron gave you this choice, you picked this, and now you have to live with it. *Switch* Like a little bug in a spider web~! HAHAHAH~!" Random joked as usual.

"Well at least you can admit it is your fault as to why I am stuck here..." Bumblebee muttered quietly. Random lowered himself to Bee's level, making a pouty face.

"Awww, please don't be mad at me~! If you stop being mad, I'll get you Energon Goodies~!" Ok, that made Bee smile a little bit, especially with how silly Random looked right now.

"Pfft, really?"

"*Switch* No, but you do get to be rewarded with refuel and a wash." Icy smirked, making Bee chuckle a little bit. This wasn't so bad for Bee now, feeling a little better even if he wouldn't admit it. Icy switched back to Random, smiling widely.

"Ooooh~! Some bots happy! Do you like my jokes!? Let me tell you more! I have 100's about Lugnut and how much of a suck-up he is!" Random smiled more at the Minibot, who laughed a little more. Seeing this little former scout laugh was nice, Blitzwing wanted to see more of it, yet with the cycle at it's end and with it already being so late, he needed to part ways for now. Blitz switched back over to Icy and continued.

"But, I do think you fit in nicely. You have to keep going and NO MORE escape attempts. I know this is not what you are accustomed to, but it's all we have. Ruthless, brutal, harsh yes, but you can learn to embrace it." Blitzwing said seriously now, Bumblebee frowned once more, not speaking up again, but did nod in agreement. The Triple Changer began to walk Bee back to the Barracks, the silence falling between them again.

The yellow mech was not gonna give up and he was gonna find another way to escape, he just had to keep acting along. Play good little solider. Even if it meant having to suck up being called 'Megatron's favorite'. The 2 continued to make their way back to the Barracks in silence, what else was there to say? Nothing new and no time to just chit chat, bicker, or anything at all. Once reaching the main entrance, Blitzwing began to leave, but Bee didn't walk inside just yet.

Bumblebee turned around, looked at Blitzwing, and was the one to speak up.

"Um...Hey? Blitzwing?" Blitzwing turned around, a little surprised, this was the first time that the bright-colored Minibot actually said his name correctly.

"....W-when can we talk again?" Bumblebee asked nervously. He didn't know why he was offering to make time to speak with The Triple Changer, yet, he needed some mech to talk to if he didn't wanna go crazy. At least with Blitzwing, it would be more tolerable, or something he was going to deeply regret.

"...In 3 cycles, I will be busy, but same hour in the same spot. Understood?" Bee nodded in agreement, Blitzwing nodded back, giving a small smile.

"Have a good recharge...Bumblebee. You'll need it for the morning cycle tomorrow." With that said, Blitzwing left, leaving the minibot a little surprised too. That was the first time the crazed mech said his name ever.

To be honest, Bumblebee hoped he wouldn't get used to talking with Blitzwing so much, cause once he's gone, he ain't coming back.

Bumblebee quietly stepped inside, went to his berth and laid down, not wanting to wake any bot up and be asked questions. Bee vented quietly, staring up at the ceiling, his processor running around in circles. He tried to escape, got caught by Blitzwing, but Blitzwing covered for him. Why though? Then he's moved up into the training ranks of this Tier stuff, at least in Autobot Bootcamp you didn't have to do this much just to get a rank. It would also seem like some of the troops here were getting comfortable with Bee. Sure it was just the small group at that table he sat with, but even so, he didn't want to get comfortable.

All of this was temporary, he just had to play his part with lying and pretending. However, he could feel this nagging feeling in his processor bugging him, like some sort of glitch, telling him that he's taking Blitzwing's advice and making 'friends' here already, how long would it take for him to embrace this life is all. The Minibot was not gonna listen and ignore it, it was small and just lingering, it be gone by morning, a stupid glitching voice in his processor. That was all.

Bumblebee tried distracting himself with memories, he began to remember his days of Autobot Bootcamp, meeting Bulkhead, trying to fit in, Wasp and Ironhide making fun of him, Longa-....Shockwave pretended to be friendly, sending Wasp to prison and that memory made him cringe and felt guilt bothering him. Bee shook his helm and he started trying to remember how the ranking in Autobot Bootcamp worked, it didn't seem as much as the Decepticons were making him do. If Bee was being honest, seemed like the Autobots gave less training than the Cons. Strange, they won the war yet didn't have to do much to fight back, they were smaller and not as fast, but they found a way to win. How though? Or was the Minibot just thinking too hard and needed rest?

Who knows and Bee wasn't about to stay up to find an answer.

Letting out another quiet vent, Bee closed his optics and tried to drift into somewhat of a recharge. As Blitzwing said, he was gonna need it in the morning, cause it was gonna be a long day yet again.

Chapter Text

"Stop getting your aft kicked and stay out! Now get out of my sight!" Bumblebee yelped as he was roughly kicked out of Hook's medical quarters. Hook furiously slammed the door shut behind him, Bumblebee hissing in pain from his still-numbing wounds, groaning quietly in annoyance.

"Grrr....'Get out of my sight. Stop being weak. Stupid slagger' Blah blah blah! Dude can fuck off for all I care..." Bumblebee cursed in earthy terms while complaining, getting up, dusting himself off, and began walking back to the training grounds.

2 Orbital Cycles have passed, everyone around here was not kidding that Tier 2 was the longest and hardest. It has been almost a full Stellar Cycle now, Bumblebee was barely making it by day by day now, every day was the same. Wake up, train, chores, train, break, train, chores, recharge, repeat. Doesn't help he has been assigned chores. In Tier 2, everyone is given a set of chores, Bee was given the chores of Refueling everyone in the Refuel Hall and the chore of reloading weapons in an area not too far outside of the training grounds.

When he first went to the area, he thought he would have a chance to run and hide somewhere, in hopes of escaping, but the place was highly well-guarded with security. Mechs and Femmes alike all in their designated positions, ready for battle and guarding their resources. Bee was given a ton of weaponry, refilling the ammunition in the guns, plasmas, even some of the melee weapons required a recharge with something specific, such as crystals or a boost. Bee was surrounded by guards when doing the task at hand, he wasn't alone doing it either, he had a few Cons as well with him helping him out, though a few were prisoners, but no point in talking to them.

Bumblebee was growing irritated day by day, I mean, being on a planet full of Decepticons with no way home would do more than just irritate a bot. Bee wanted to just run already, beg or trick Blitzwing into letting him leave, put up a fight again, he was just sick of playing the long game already. The only reason he's been able to tell time is thanks to The Triple Changer, who has been seeing the Minibot ever since that night when Bee went down the alleyway. It became a normal routine, though it's not like they were meeting every night, just when they could since Blitz was busy and Bee was too tired sometimes. Blitzwing wasn't the only one Bumblebee unfortunately got a little comfy with...

Some of the other Decepticons in training with him have gotten used to the Minibot, mostly the ones that invited him to let him sit at their table during refuel just after being accepted into Tier 2. They were weird to say the least, but he had company in his misery. The former Autobots weren't much to be around and had no interest in doing so, yet Bee given up on trying with them a while back, and might as well let it be. 

Speaking of the other Decepticons...

"Bumblebee!" A familiar voice called out, Bee looked up and saw Mayhem, the one who had invited him to the table and chatted it up with him. 

"Our turn to do the cleaning! Come on!" Mayhem shouted, heading towards the Barracks. Bee sighed, catching up with the big violet and orange mech, ignoring his aching, still repairing, sore frame. 

Upon entering, the 2 started to clean the space up. Picking up trash, swiping away at any stacked-up dust with their servos, and having to fix the berths to make them comfortable. It felt more like a servant's job rather than a chore, but it was the easiest for Bee so he didn't complain. Only if the Barracks weren't so big, especially compared to the brightly colored Minibot's size.

"Got patched up by Hook? Not bad, but could be better, or worse, heh." Mayhem started a conversation, wiping away at some dust lying about.

"He is such a fucking slagger, I swear I just wanna beat him down..." Bee groaned, fixing up one of the berths before moving on to the next.

"Don't take it personally little mech, he's just like that. I mean, you heard what he said to the twins when they went in there 3 solar cycles ago."

"Vixen and Virago? Heh, yeah, those 2 nearly clawed at him." The female jet twins, both shades of grey with a hint of a greenish scheme. It always creeps Bee out how they're always in perfect unison, like they share the same processor.

"Sure did...oh! I wanted to ask, why are you and Lieutenant Blitzwing talking? Seems like y'all always have something to talk about other than being"Megatron's favorite." Mayhem teased, smiling as Bee groaned in annoyance.

"NOT a favorite...and might as well out of boredom. Besides, he kidnapped me and brought me to the place, so why not chat it up while I suffer from the lovely effects of Stockholm Programming?"

"Ha! Now that is something, although, he rather taken you than kidnapped."

"What's the difference?"

"Think of it as, 'Taken', for great advancing purposes to stop Autobots once and for all, to expose the years of lies, and their corruption. Kidnapped is more of a cliche thing, you chose this, so might as well enjoy it."

"Seriously? What's there to enjoy when I'm barely making it day by day? And Autobots are not like that." Bee stopped cleaning, looking at Mayhem, who didn't look at the Minibot and kept cleaning.

"The tougher the Alloy-Plating, the better. Also, I get you're still getting used to this, having to not do Autobot...things or whatever they do, but its true. You'll learn more later on, trust me. Autobots aren't all sunshine and rainbows." Mayhem shrugged, continuing his chore, but it left Bee feeling annoyed.

What does Mayhem know anyways? Sure, Autobots aren't perfect, but they're cruel mech-eating monsters like all these Decepticreeps. Autobots are heroes, always looking out for each other(except Sentinel), being cool and making a difference. Decepticons just chose this out of ignorance and hatred, what other reasons did Bee need? It was good as it was. He just needed to keep playing Con for a while was all.

"Not only that! It has benefits! You being a favorite makes it extra special!"

"Mayhem, I am not a sparkling, you don't have to hype me up for something I ain't looking forward to...and I am not  favorite."

"Just saying little mech."

Bumblebee went back to cleaning, Mayhem stirring up another conversation, though Bee gave short-worded responses, not wanting to talk much now. By the time the 2 were done, another Con came in to tell them it was time for more training. Yay.

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After another long grueling session of training, Bee was drained, yet the day wasn't over, as he had one more chore. Help assist and give out the meager rations in the food hall. He hated it since he would have to eat last, and there was barely anything left every time. Not like there was much to begin with though. Making his way into the hall and into the back, grabbing the tools he needed, getting behind the long counter. At least he didn't have to cook or prepare the fuel beforehand. Though it wouldn't take much to make it tastier and more edible at least.

After a few nanoseconds, the troops in training walked in, ready to fuel up with this scrap. Every mech and femme got in line, one by one, getting their trays filled up with terribly almost slime-like oil and meager energon rations that were nearly hard as iron. None of them thanked nor acknowledged Bee, just either got their fuel in silence or talked to each other, going to their usual seats to enjoy their gross fuel.

Sighing to himself silently, Bee did want to refuel after a long day, even this gross slag was making his tanks yearn for it. What he wouldn't give for some actually Energon, some Rust Sticks, Coolant, Rodimus Chips, man was he hungry. Bumblebee kept scooping and filling the trays till the very last Con.

However, this Con wasn't done, and stared down at the Minibot. Bee, now becoming confused, looked up at the Decepticon, wondering why he wasn't leaving to his table. What this stupid brute want?

"...you need something?" Bumblebee asked, as it was now beginning to feel awkward for him. The giant mech rolled his optics and nodded down at his tray, hinting at the fuel without speaking. Yet Bee was still confused.

"...what? You don't want it? I'll eat it-!"

"I want another scoop. Extra. Now give it here." The Con spoke in a deep low, dangerous, but also calm tone. 

"Ah, well, you can't get extra. Sorry." Bee shrugged, part of this chore was to serve the fuel, but to NOT give extra. 

One scoop of each was all everyone got, no matter how much refuel they need, since New Kaon was such a broken down place where even a cube of Energon would make a mech rich here. 

The Decepticon didn't budge though, still staring at Bee intimatingly, expecting an extra scoop. The Minibot may be rash and not the brightest, but he's not that dumb. This giant mech was clearly trying to push him just cause he was a former Autobot and smaller. It's always cause he's smaller.

Sometimes he hated being a Minibot...

"You're not getting extra. Go away." Bee crossed his arms, the Con huffed and inched a bit closer.

"I'm trying to be 'nice' here since your a tiny little sparkling. Just give me extra, and there won't be an issue."

"Nope. Not happening."

"Listen you-!"

"No."

"Just give-!"

"Nuh uh."

"If you don't-!"

"Nah."

"Stop cutting me-!"

"I don't give consent to this extra scoop."

The Decepticon's optic began to twitch in annoyance, he wasn't backing out nor take slag from a Minibot of all bots.

"Just hand it over already..." A low threatening growl came from the Con, his engines revving up as he tried not to get agitated with all his might. Bee just scoffed at his threat.

"I'm only doing what I'm suppose to do, I ain't getting chewed out just cause your too fat of a mech you oversized boulder." Ok that brought out the anger.

"I don't care if it's what you're supposed to do, I don't care if you're a 'favorite', and I don't care if your sorry 2 faceplate aft gets to become Oilslick's next test subject. Just hand over the extra scoop of oil." The Con threatened, getting louder and getting some of the others attention to the scene. He was not budging at all. Bee HAD thought about handing over a scoop, just this once and to make him go away....till he got called a 'favorite'. He was getting sick of that.

"You ain't getting any extra, take it or leave it. Don't demand me nor beg like some homeless mech." The former scout argued back, making the 

"I ASKED for extra you damn retro rat, now hand it over." The Decepticon growled at Bee, ready to throw a fit over the oil. Bee groaned and rolled his optics into the back of his helm

"Look mech, I would, but I'm not gonna. So go away and-!"

"Do I look like I give a frag!? Just give it here already!" The giant Decepticon got rough and tried taking the scoop from Bee's servos, but he was not gonna give it up. 

A slight struggle began, the 2 tugging back and forth for the mere rubbish oil, but it didn't last long....as it spilled over, splashing onto his plating. Everything and everyone in the room went dead quiet, the air suddenly becoming so thick and tense you could cut it with a rusty knife.

The massive Decepticon looked down at him furiously, ready to crush everything in his way to kill this Minibot. Bee gulped and chuckled nervously, offering the nearest thing to let the Con clean himself with before he met an unspeakable doom, and passed the Con a filthy cleaning rag. Everyone else watched with amusement or disbelief in silence, waiting to see what would happen next.

"Um...just, g-gonna...l-let me help you..." Bee muttered and gently wiped some of the greasy, barely edible oil off the Con, spreading it more on his plating, which did not help at all. The Decepticon growled quietly, making Bumblebee stop, looking up at him.

"....N-No hard feelings?" Bee smiled in fear, hoping this could just be looked over and let it slide....sadly that didn't happen.

Meanwhile outside, Slipstream and Oilslick were walking through the training grounds, keeping an eye on those in training, but also discussing some other plans for the next courses.

"For the love of Primus, all I ask is you put them up to simple hardship tasks that will only last a few breems. Not as if I am asking you to test their IQ one by one." Oilslick spoke, looking at a data pad in hand for the plans on what to do for the next few solar cycles.

"And why do I need to!? Just because your team is coming back to Kaon for a simple meeting, doesn't mean I need to be stuck with the workload! And don't forget about that little 'issue' at hand with the former Autobots!" Slipstream complained, Oilslick just shoved the datapad into her servos.

"Just shut up and do it. What's the worst that can happen anyways?" A loud slamming crash was heard as if on perfect cue to Oilslick's question. Looking over instantly, the side of the walls to the Refuelling Hall was in shambles, Bumblebee ran out, tripping over some of the rubble before getting up to run for his life while screaming. A giant Decepticon chased after him, throwing some of the ruins to hit the Minibot, the rest of the Cons and former Autobots either chased after them to watch the show or just stayed while watching from afar.

"....Well, you are handling that while your still here, have fun." Slipstream began to walk away, not having the energy to deal with this shit. Oilslick groaned in annoyance, going to handle the situation with a few guards.

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Days pass, back into motion with training, chores, a few test, same routine. Although the former scout now had a new bot to give him hated glares, comments, and sometimes a beat down in training. Along with some new scars added....and dents....and more yelling from Hook. Bumblebee was just so done with it.

He knew he would hear ALL the jokes from Blitzwing tonight too when they meet up, he already has to hear enough as it is from everyone else, especially the Cons he befriended. Oh, he wishes he could just sock them in all their stupid faces, if anything it was that stupid brute's fault, but he gets scowled at by Oilslick? Double standards! Hypocrisy! Just a load of bull-scrapping-shit! He hated this stupid Decepticon Planet!

Groaning to himself, the Minibot forced himself to move and get his chores done before the next training session, this time some other 'Mentors' were gonna be coming and testing everyone out. As bad as it sounds, the only thing Bee would be feeling relieved of was that Oilslick won't be present as much, thank Primus. As for the chore, he had to go collect some stuff from one of the storage units in the Bootcamp, just bring stuff back and forth, not much, but still a lot.

If Bumblebee still had his working tires or be able to transform, he would get it over with in just a few nanoseconds. Of course, he was sadly reminded that he couldn't transform thanks to whatever cryptic lock was put onto him and his tires were so worn out they needed to be removed. Everything sucked, but he tried not to focus on that.

Bumblebee continued to make his way to the storage area, glancing around to see what could catch his attention, like a strange rock, funny-looking guard, some cloud in the sky, a former Autobot sneaking into a disposal unit...hold up-!

Looking over to his side, seeing the former Autobot that trains with him with the others, sneaking into one of the storage units that keeps scrap piles. Bumblebee only knew what they contained thanks to it being Mayhem's chore, but he knew none of the other former Autobots were allowed in there for their chores. Getting curious, he looked around and made his way over to the unit, doing a double take on his surroundings before slowly entering.

He snuck and walked further in as quietly as possible, soon hearing mutters, and whispers trying to be silent yet speak amongst themselves. As Bee approached, he saw the former Autobot, but the other ones were with them too. All the former Autobots were whispering to each other, but what were they talking about exactly?

Bumblebee didn't know, but he was gonna find out...

Chapter Text

The cycles passed, almost a Stellar cycle since New Kaon had been taken over. New soldiers were being trained and ready for battle, Decepticons were earning their ranks, the Cons and side liners were already there having long accepted this change, but it was still an everyday struggle. Resources were much needed, unable to rely on the basic material they already had, everyone was growing hungry and in need of aid, some were doing what they could to show their worth and support with nothing in their services. So many appeals and some outrages were being made, and Megatron was receiving it all.

He was their leader of course, as leader he needed to provide for his army and colony. If he was going to take back Cybertron, he needed to regrow the Decepticon Legion, to fulfill and give his dedicated followers the life he had promised millions of years ago. Megatron needed to start planning the raids, get more recruiters to join, and have his most trusted in command to complete the objectives. He would also need to add a few missions into the training courses, just to get tackle 2 tasks with one stone.

Although, the Tyrant also felt compelled to leave the colony to starve, to teach them a lesson for this tiny series of tantrums being thrown, but Megatron was smarter than that. The colony itself was already in a state of death and decaying rust, getting things in order and back into a proper system was a pretty difficult start. Now that everything is moving along as he wished, he needed to provide more. Energon, weapons, supplies. Being a leader was no easy task after all.

Megatron was sitting in his Throne room, pondering about what needed to be done before sending out the first set of commands. Shockwave was busy handling other matters on Cybertron, Blitzwing can't even remain focused and will fight till offline, Lugnut is just a fool, and Black Arachnia is MIA. Megatron grumbled, sitting on his throne and going through Data Pads, ignoring the sounds of his door sliding open and the mech entering the room. 

"Having troubles, my lord~?" That annoying high sounding voice pierced Megatron's audio receivers, groaning and looking to see it was Starscream. Starscream was bowing with a smirk, trying to be "polite".

Such a fool he is.

"What do you want..." Megatron growled, turning his attention back to the data pads, planning and picking out who could be fit for these missions.

"I couldn't help but wonder, if I may have the privilege of helping your planning? I couldn't help but notice how the mech's of New Kaon cry out for your aid, for your service. They serve you after all, I'm sure they're dying for a reward." Starscream humbly spoke, stepping further into the room and looking around.

"You are not in charge of anything till you prove your worth again." Megatron stated, Starscream giving a scowl at himself, before quickly fixing it.

"Well, may I prove myself by offering my services to you oh great one~?"

"If you are here just to humor me then you are falling, I will not fall for your tricks again, and you would have to do more than offer 'services' to me." Megatron couldn't even be bothered to look at Starscream, who was growing irritated by this giant energon-spilling idiot. 

Starscream sucked it up, ready to kiss aft just to do what he wants.

"Oh but Lord Megatron, I was going to offer you this. I found a little Outpost you may be interested in. One that has plenty of information and Energon. I'm sure our troops would love to get their claws on it..." Starscream approached, finally getting Megatron to look at him.

"And where is this 'Outpost' you speak of?"

"Just a bit off the Terrian Quaters of Sector 8, not too far, simple and short. Perfect for the troops in training, I can see it on your Data Pads." The seeker shared the info, leaning his Elbows on the table with his head resting on his servos.

Megatron hummed, sending a quick message to Shockwave to get insight details on it for later. If this betraying weak seeker was telling the truth, this could be a good start. Along with additional training for the troops, the issue would be the former Autobots.

Of course, the former Autobots in discipline and training never got far, each one turned to the Decepticon Legion, died in training or on the field, or betrayed by their own fellow bots. Megatron knew it very well, but if times perhaps changed...

No

Of course, they haven't changed. Ultra Magnus was an old fool following the ways of previous Primes and their archaic ways. Megatron was kept up to date by Shockwave for obvious reasons, plus, the Decepticon army hadn't changed much at all, just having grown weaker by an insignificant amount for the last 50 Stellar Cycles. Megatron may have to take risks even if Starscream was lying...

Megatron theorized that if the former Autobots went along, they'll be kept in line or shot dead by their own former group on sight. Yet, there was one that would be an issue, Blitzwing's little 'pet' Autobot. He knew well his Triple-Con Lieutenant was sneaking around when he wasn't working just to go speak with the minibot, rumors and gossip get around quiet easy, and reports of Blitzwing's disruptive behaviors over the small mech. If he were to send the yellow minibot along, no doubt this would cause even more unethical behaviors...

Starscreamed watched as the Tyrant Idiot thought to himself, rolling his optics and wondering how long he had to stand there wasting his good looks. All Starscream wanted was to take lead again, work his way up to the top ranks just to get the throne.

Starscream learned that he acted too quickly, playing the long waiting game would get him what he wanted just like it did 50 Stellar Cycles ago. A dream so close and yet so far, a dream of revenge with Energon served cold.

Starscream had the face of victory in his grasp, but quickly went back to appearing sickening sweet when Megatron faced him again.

"I'll consider it. However, you too will be under strict supervision. Do not think you will earn my trust and your previous position back so easily..." Megatron growled under his breath, going back to his work. Starscream wasn't happy to hear that, but took what he can.

"Of course my leige. You have my word." Starscream bowed and took his leave, leaving Megatron alone again.

Megatron sat on his throne, pondering about his choice to let Starscream handle this mission. However, there were other matters to attend. While Megatron couldn't spare soldiers, he still couldn't care anyless. They were just mere bots. He could get more.

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Bee silently watched from afar, hiding and trying to increase his audio receivers to listen to what the small former Autobots. How come he wasn't let in on this? What even was this? Why here in this old storage unit? Bumblebee questioned to himself, but did his best to listen in for answers.

"...Look we just...and if we sneak around...then we're in the clear!" 

"But its risky...only one who knows is....favorite' how can we trust..."

"I...we should ask...lessen the chances..."

Bumblebee tried to get in closer, but accidentally stepped on some creaky part of the floor. The group went silent and looked in the direction of the sound, the yellow minibot was out of sight and dared not move till it was safe.

Of course, on this cursed gross planet, he is never safe.

One of the former Autobots dared approached slowly, the sound of the light steps of their peds echoing the small and cramped space. The bot brave enough to step forward only stopped when he got a glimpse of Bumblebee's yellow plating, it made him scoff in annoyance. Bumblebee slowly looked up at him, giving a nervous smile and chuckle.

"Heeeeeey...wow, didn't think we have the same chores...um...d-don't mind me, just uh, collecting dirt off the floor! Scrap and slag!" Bumblebee's poor sad excuse wasn't bought, the mech rolled his optics and walked back to the others. Bee came out of his spot, standing up and walking forward, wanting to join.

However, he stopped midway in his tracks when the one who approached him turned with a quick 180 and pointed at him.

"Don't even think about it. We don't know why you followed one of us in here or if this really is a "chore" thing, we don't want you here. So go away." The mech spoke so rudely and cold, as if it was all Bumblebee's fault for something he didn't do.

"C-come on, don't be like that. He can help us." One tried to speak up, but was shot down into silence with a heated glare.

"He has a point, mech. Could be our only ticket."

"And to risk get caught when he's nothing more than a pleasure bot for that psycho Blitzwing? No thanks." Ok now that was offensive, Bee was standing right here!

"Hey! I am right here! No need to be harsh cause your hub cabs got scratched up! And what are you guys talking about? Why can't I help?" Bee asked curiously after yelling back.

No bot said a word. All Bumblebee got was silence, a harsh glare, and no response. Until one of them finally spoke up and told Bee the truth.

"Wwwwwe're planning on escaping and trying to find an opening. Time has been picked, just need a spot." They explained sheepishly, the one that was angry for no reason turned them in rage.

"WHAT!? Why are you telling him this!? Don't say slag dammit!" The mech yelled, shutting the others up. Now hold on, why wasn't Bumblebee let in on this!?

These were the only other former Autobots here along side Bumblebee, none of the ever got friendly with him except for that one mech who died first day of training...so why are they trying to escape without him? Is it cause of that stupid rumor of being Megatron's favorite? Cause he talks with Blitzwing? Whatever reason, it wasn't right, it wasn't fair. Just because he managed to fool them by playing nice and the long game doesn't mean he was on their side!

"Besides! He's Megatron's favorite! He has no part in this plan so leave him out of it!" 

Ok, that answered it at least...

"I am not a favorite! Primus take me to the Well of Sparks already, why does everyone believe that just cause I gotta pretend to kiss aft around here!? I fucking hate here just as much as you guys do, don't leave me out just cause I'm making more progress on escaping than you!" That may have not been the right choice of words, but Bee was too angry to care. The mech got even more angry, the rest looked guilty, wanting to step up, but couldn't.

"Oh yeah!? Then why haven't you done anything!? You could've been let in on it if you were such a Creepy Con Magnet!"

"HEY! I AM NOT! I would've and still can help you guys! You don't have to be an asshole just cause you believe a Decepticon over your own side!"

"I don't know what 'asshole' and 'fuck' mean, but shut up and use normal words like a Cybertronian! And we don't take their word for it, we believe what we see with our optics! And we clearly see how you're getting too comfortable! Talk about trusting your own side when your getting 2 faced with the Cons!"

Bee never felt more tempted to punch someone in their stupid faceplate, other than Decepticons and Sentinel of course. Why couldn't this mech understand and have such hardcore trust issues!? Bumblebee could get why, being on New Kaon and Decepticons, but that was no excuse to leave him out of something so important!

"Look, he can help...think about it, he talks with Blitzwing and knows how to handle a situation. If we could just cool our circuits down long enough to talk this out." One of the other mechs stepped in, trying to be the voice of reason.

Before more could be said, decided, and done on whether or not Bumblebee was of any help, the sound of the metal door burst open. Decepticon guards rush in, Slipstream walking inside slowly. The former Autobots tense up, getting circled by the guards, the group knew they were caught, but Bee was still clueless about this. 

Slipstream came forward, smiling as if she was just stopping by to say hi and ruin the party. She looked at the small mechs before her, sad, pitiful, distressful. Perfect to set in fear.

"Well well well, what do we have here?" Slipstream hummed, walking around the mechs in a circle, observing them, seeing how the yellow minibot was standing alone as the rest stood together, trying to protect each other while one was left to fend for themselves. Typical.

Bumblebee tensed up, keeping his guard up, feeling a flight or fight response ready to kick in, but he knew neither would help in this case. Sure he could try to outrun them, but he wouldn't get far. He could fight, but it was an uneven match and he would lose easily. The yellow minibot stood there, looking at the other former Autobots to see what they'll do or say.

The group was similar to Bumblebee's reaction, their guards up and tense, but the mech in charge seemed to be giving Bee a snide glare. It wasn't Bee's fault, but the way the mech looked at him seemed like Bumblebee snitched on them. This was so unfair.

Slipstream looked back and forth at them, at the yellow Minibot, at the group, at the minibot, at the group. Now getting impatient, wanting them to speak.

"...Well. Go on. Explain yourselves. I'm sure you know why we're here." Slipstream hissed, ready to attack if necessary.

"...W...we don't know what you're talking about..." The mech spoke up first, but his expression reeked of defiance. It was a dead giveaway to his terrible lie.

"Oh really? You don't know?" Slipstream said with insolence, chuckling and making the small bots nervous.

"W-we we're just doing chores..." One of the others spoke up, weary of his words, that's when Bee spoke in.

"Y-yeah. Nothing more than chores. T-totally cool here." Bumblebee added, smirking confidently as best as he could and trying to help them out, but was shot with a glowering stare by Slipstream. The longer she stared, the more Bee lost his smirk, slowly breaking eye contact and unable to look at the Starscream clone.

Slipstream huffed, walking around them for a bit as she began to speak.

"Since you all want to act like mindless sparkling not wanting to tell your creators of your mistakes, allow me to say it. We KNOW about your plans of escaping. We've known since the start. Admit it now and no one will get hurt...at least not too much..." Slipstream ordered, looking to see who would slip up first. Of course she knew it was the group who was planning to escape, but she knew the yellow minibot was willing to join in.

Slipstream may be Starscream's clone, but she wasn't a mindless idiot chasing fantasies. She knew very well that 'Megatron's Lil Favorite' wanted to escape too, she had been watching closer at all of them, knowing this sad yellow colored minibot was just playing the long game to escape. Slipstream would admit that it was smart of him, but foolish to think he could hold onto any hope for that long.

It was tenseful silence for a few seconds, none of them said a word, their glossia's tongue tied. It was painfully tense and awkward. Bumblebee himself though, remembered the mech friend he had back at day one, wishing he knew his name, wishing he did something and took the blame, wishing he didn't die. Seeing these former Autobots wanting freedom just as much as he does, caught and wanting to find a way out, Bee knew he couldn't keep silent.

Taking a quiet deep breath, he stepped forward a bit Slipstream looking at him from the corner of her optic. Bumblebee may not know them or get along with them, but he was willing to take the fall. He might die, but it be worth it.

"...I...It was-!"

"I-IT WAS HIM! IT WAS ALL HIS IDEA! HE MADE THIS PLAN CAUSE HE GOT SICK OF WAITING! IF ANY MECH HERE IS TO BLAME ITS HIM!!!" Shouted a mech, pointing his digit at Bee, accusing him immediately and making up a lie. It was the mech that did not trust Bee, pointing the blame on him, throwing him out as the bait for the fall.

Bumblebee was stunned, so were the other former Autobots, Slipstream looked at them curiously.

"W-what!? W-wait a klik-!?"

"What's there to wait for! Its true! You formed this whole thing cause you were tired of waiting! Tired of being the favorite! If anyone should be blamed for its you! We told you we wanted no part of this! I TOLD YOU IT WAS A BAD IDEA! BUT NOOOOO! SO ITS ALL YOUR FAULT!!!" The mech accused more and more, fabricating a false narrative to add on, panting a bit as he seethed with anger.

He couldn't believe it...he didn't want to believe it. After all the crap said earlier to his faceplates, this mech was willing to rat him out? Bumblebee was speechless, he wanted to defend himself, but what was there to say? It would just be a whole back and forth argument. Bee looked at the other former Autobots, wanting them to speak up, but even they kept quiet. It was obvious by their expression, they didn't like it...but we're going to blame him too with this false narrative...

So much for Autobots sticking together...

"H-he did it! It was all him! We swear!" The mech lied and pleaded, pointing his digits at Bee, accusing him of this plan he never had a part in, was going to be left out of, yet was willing to let the Minibot take the fall. Just cause he was the 'favorite'.

Bumblebee was speechless, confused, scared, angry, he couldn't formulate any words that could help defend him or get him out of this. Yes, he wanted to escape, but this was the last thing he expected. Bee would have-! No...he was WILLING to take the blame, maybe if they had gotten friendly with him, let him on it from the start, it could've been so different and yet his own side was willing to throw him to the Cons like he was fresh Energon to be served. Man luck was not in his favor at all...

None of the others stepped up or spoke up still, they all appeared guilty, but were afraid to admit their submission of taking action in this. Bee found it hypocritical, he's called two-faced for doing things his way, but they wanna leave him out as bait to get away? Even if only one mech said he was 'betraying' them, they were wrongfully doing the same.

None of them spoke, the accusatory mech thinking they were going to get away with this, thinking this Minibot would get what he deserved.

Slipstream hummed, looking at all of them, between the pitiful former Autobot and the annoying brightly colored Minibot. She analyzed the problem, even though she really didn't need to, she knew it and wanted to drag it out...but there's no fun in that. Right as she thought she could have an easygoing day and be done with this training crap. Only if Oilslick and his "posse" were here to handle it, but she rather not deal with Strika.

The guards were waiting for their orders, but Slipstream handled the task.

"I understand...so, willing to escape, make a plan, throw everything away for something you knowingly could go offline for. How pathetic..." Slipstream walked up to them, turning her back to the mech and facing Bumblebee, charging up her blaster and aiming it at the minibot. Bumblebee's face became ill and worried struck, this was gonna go bad. The former Autobot accusing Bee smirked a bit, the others behind him were uncertain, not wanting it to be like this.

"So...lets make this clear..." Slipstream spun around and fired at the weak accusing Autobot, making him scream in agony, flying back and hitting the wall, leaving a massive hole in his chest. The former Autobots were in horrific shock, watching as the mech bled out energon and oil rapidly, coughing it up as he trembled in pain, but just as quick as he was shot; the mech fell offline from the massive damage.

The other former Autobots were also helpless, being grabbed by the guards and roughly beaten up right there. Bumblebee tried to step in, but Slipstream aimed her blaster at him without looking, charging it up, forcing Bee to stay in his spot as he was forced to watch the horrific beating...

While Bee did think they deserved a slap on the wrist for what they did to him personally, this was too much. They didn't deserve this, not beaten at their weakest and killed off. It was wrong, so very wrong...

They were all knocked out and beaten, put into statsis cuffs and lifted by the guards.

"Take them to the Stockades. The rest of their days will be nothing but torture as they rust away as they beg for mercy..." Slipstream ordered, the guards obeyed their command and left with the unconscious mechs, one guard dragging the now offline and grey mech away too...

Bumblebee trembled, unsure of what to do or say, but he didn't need to make any choice as Slipstream walked up to him and slapped him hard. The yellow minibot grunted in pain, stumbling backwards, but was soon roughly grabbed by his throat and lifted in the air. Bumblebee choked and tried to wiggle free, trying to kick and get this crazy female version of Starscream off him, but it was hopeless.

Slipstream gave a silent hiss, tightening her grip, making the former scout choke more in her grasp. He may have not done anything wrong, but he too needed to be properly punished for attempting to associate in their plans. Slipstream tossed him to the other side of the room, Bee yelling as he got thrown into the wall, gasping and coughing while holding his neck, his intake stressed and bruised from the chokehold. Bee tried to get up, but was kicked down by Slipstream in his face, making him cough up energon.

"You puny Autobots are so pathetic...I have been online for what, over a stellar cycle and a few obrital cycles, and I've already gotten to see the backbone of how weak and frail you bots are? How pathetic is that...?" Slipstream complained, kicking Bumblebee hard in his chassis, now beginning to beat him and use him as a punching bag.

Bumblebee coughed up more and more energon, his face becoming brusied, his body getting bruised and cut. Bee's ventilation system becoming banged up and making it harder to vent properly through his fans. His armors getting many deep dents and gashes. He tried to protect himself, but let out a painful cry as his upper servo was gashed deeply by Slipstreams sharp claws.

Slipstream only stopped when the door opened again, a guard informing something that Bee couldn't make out. Everything was dizzy, everything sounded like static, Bee laid there bruised, cut, beaten, and having difficulty venting properly. The minibot begged Primus to just put him out of his misery, but his prayers were ignored once more.

Slipstream scoffed, not caring much about the info given to her, just some useless and not needed message from Starscream himself, something about joining in training in a few solar cycles. The femme jet looked down at the battered minibot, watching him struggle to vent properly, hearing his fans struggled to turn in his systems. However, she was far from done...

"How about we take this elsewhere? I'm sure there's something in that shed that I can use to cut you up some more..." Slipstream hissed darkly, grabbing Bee by the neck, dragging him out as he choked & withered in her grasped...

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Blitzwing was waiting in the usual spot, waiting for Bee to come by. It was night time, today was over with and Blitzwing was able to get some small amount of free time to go see the brightly colored minibot. The Triple Changer wondered where he was, noting that he's usually here by now, getting impatient and switching his faceplates to Hothead. Blitzwing was assuming Bumblebee decided to ditch and went to sleep in the Barracks, making him look like a fool standing around in the darkness. 

Yet, he heard small pedes walking along the ground, slowly approaching to where he was standing. Blitzwing scoffed and waited, finally seeing Bumblebee's sillouete in the darkness.

"About time you showed up! I was standing here for ages! What took you-!" Hothead stopped talking as Bee slowly approached, the light now shining on him and making it more clear to see.

Bumblebee was badly beaten and cut, so many new fresh wounds and scars all over his body, from his neck all the way down to his stablizers. Blitzwing just took noticed that Bee was limping too, hearing his ventilation system struggling to work properly, seeing that some of the cuts were still leaking energon too. His armor dented, scraped, and cut. It was....unpleasant to see.

The Triple Changer's faceplates changed to Icy, showing a little bit of concern for this, though deeply he was very disquiet seeing the minibot this way. He watched as Bee didn't say a word, now standing next to him, his expression was unreadable, but it was a look of numbness. There was anger and pain, but Bumblebee was clearly not ok...

"...what happened?" Blitzwing asked quietly, unsure of what to say or do.

"...I don't wanna talk about it..." Bee replied back just as quiet, not in the mood to explain how he was basically punished for just being in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Blitzwing didn't press on, standing next to Bumblebee in the dark. No other words were said for the remainder of the time. What could be said anyways? Blitzwing was curious to know at least, feeling a mix of emotions that he didn't want to feel over this minibot. Bumblebee however...he just couldn't care anymore for tonight. He just didn't want to care anymore...

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2 to 3 Orbital Cycles have passed yet again, each day was either getting harder or easier, Bumblebee wasn't sure anymore, but he just put himself fully focused onto training. He was the only former Autobot and former 'captive' left in his training group, the rest were probably offlined the day Slipstream found them. Bee was also able to get some of his parts fixed up by a grudge filled Hook after Slipstream's ruthless beating session, but only cause Blitzwing made him.

Bee still didn't know what was Blitzwing's fixation on having some sort of strange relationship and common ground with him, but at least he was able to get fixed up due to his level of authority. Blitzwing has also been giving him training tips during some of their meet ups, so Bee wasn't getting kicked around easily. Some worked in his favor, some were messy failures, to which the others made fun of him for. Bumblebee hated it, but what could he do? He wasn't winning any fights yet, but at least he was getting trickier to take down since the Cons in training were having a hard time grabbing him. So, it helped somewhat.

The other Decepticons like Mayhem and the twins, Vixen and Virago, we're also secretly giving him tips to fight back too, but were getting a laugh out of him too, the others in the group like Anarchy and Detritus were no help. Detritus was just another version of Starscream and whined too much, Anarchy was just...silent. It's kind of creepy. Bee didn't care much, he just wanted to put his thoughts onto training, thinking if he got stronger and got some sort of position as a guard, he can find a way out of here. He just needs to keep pretending long enough to fool everyone.

Till then, he was on his own for good, no other Autobot to help him but himself. 

And today was no different, chores, trainings, and yelling. Bee was currently in the middle of a training session, having to fight a much bigger and larger mech, but it was a painful struggle. Bee could feel his jolts and gears overheating, grinding against each other in all the wrong ways, struggling to stand his ground as this mech was determined to beat him down. Bumblebee grunted and groaned in pain, feeling his peds pressed hard and dragged against the ground, he had a firm grip, but the Con had a harder one.

Everyone watched, both amused and impressed, but also whispering to themselves, waiting for the minibot to lose again. Slipstream watched with an amused smug grin, Oilslick was getting impatient and wanted to see progress, wishing he was back with Team Chaar instead of this stupid slag.

Bumblebee couldn't hold his ground much longer, he glanced down at the mech's stabilizer's, that's when he decided to play dirty. With the firm grip the mech had on him, Bee jumped up, he knees pressed hard and firm to his chassis, before quickly launching them straight out to the mech's knee guards, pushing all the force out for a direct hit. The giant Decepticon groaned in pain, letting Bee go and stumbling backwards a bit, Bee took the chance to run towards the mech, jump up using their chassis, and kick him in his stupid faceplates.

The Con fell down hard on his aft, grunting and spitting out a bit of energon from the hard kick to the face. The yellow Minibot panted heavily, surprised with his own actions, and everyone watching was also impressed. 

"Not bad mech." Mayhem commented with smirk, giving Bee a thumbs up. Bee smiled and chuckled.

"Holy Primus I did it. I did it! Yahoo-!" Bee's mini victory didn't last long, as the mech managed to get up and tackle the minibot hard, making the minibot yell in pain.

"Aaaaand-" "Heeee-" "Failed again." Vixen and Virago spoke in unison, shaking their helms in a playful manner as Bee's shouts of pain were ignored.

Oilslick shook his helm in annoyance, not understanding how the former Scout failed to notice the large mech charge at him. This bot was doomed for failure and with the upcoming plans of sending the troops in training on mission, which hadn't been announced yet, there was no way this piece of yellow scrap was gonna live. 

"Aww, what's the matter? Wished it was you beating him?" Slipstream teased with a sarcastic voice, having noticed Oilslick's displeased face.

"Now while I wouldn't mind that, I can't wait to see this minibot just get himself killed. With the upcoming schedule and departure, he's bound to end up offline and used for spare parts." Oilslick replied, now watching the Minibot struggling to kick the mech off him, kicking and scraping his chassis, but didn't do much damage as he received a hard blow to the face by said mech.

"Hmm, I agree, he's just a minibot after all. An annoying one at that. I heard the guards on patrol calling him, "Megatron's and Blitzwing's shared toy"." Slipstream giggled quietly, Oilslick couldn't care less.

"Whether a toy, favorite, or just another spare part of our cause like every former Autobot that died by our servos before him, he'll be joining the pit real soon..." Oilslick said bitterly, remembering his personal hatred for the Minibot. Only if it was that stupid medic instead of this useless dented up Minibot...

Oilslick soon broke up the fight, the yellow minibot beaten to pulp, but was able to get a good amount of damage done to the mech. Bee slowly and painfully got up, limping back to his spot as the next pair of mechs were called up to fight each other. Bee groaned and stood by Mayhem, soon getting smacked in the helm by Detritus.

"Ow! The fuck!?" Bumblebee yelped and rubbed the back of his helm where he got smacked.

"You are so pathetic! Seriously, why would you celebrate when your opponent isn't dead yet!? You're going to get yourself killed and I hope you do!" Detritus complained and whined.

"Oh so suddenly you care? Or are you just bitching because I beat you in that race yesterday during training?" Bee asked condescending tone, knowing he hit a sore spot.

"WHY YOU LITTLE-!"

"Oh, calm down, will you? Damn, you are worse than Starscream the traitor himself..." Mayhem rolled his optics, Bee had to hold in his laugh. At least some mech thought the same thing as him.

"YOU! I'm the only one who actually treats him like he should be treated! Like scrap! You all kiss his aft cause he's Megatron's and Blitzwing's favorite pleasure bot!" Detritus cursed and complained, now with it being his turn to yelp in pain as Bee gave a hard back kick to his stabilizer without looking.

"Not. A. Favortie..." Bee begrudgingly growled through his denta, he hated that he was still referred as a favorite by half of every mech and femme here. It was tiring to hear, no matter how many times he's said, yelled, corrected, or calmly told them. Detritus wanted to curse and yell, but decided to hold his glossia for some reason.

"Oh, but you are-" "a favorite to them-" "That is why-" "You are given-" "A chance." Vixen and Virago spoke, gently poking at Bee's dented sore helm. He gently pushed and waved their servo's away, not looking at them.

"Yeah. A CHANCE to get freedom, not join." Bumblebee corrected, Mayhem gently nudged his shoulder plating.

"Come on, you're one of us! You get to fight for the right side of the war! Honestly, you former Autobots are kept in the dark about a lot of things." Mayhem said, Bee wanted to ask what he meant, but he didn't get a chance as Mayhem was called up to fight...against Anarchy.

Bumblebee still didn't understand Anarchy in the slightest, but he knew the mech was strong and brutal. Mayhem wasn't going to last long, and he knew, sure the mech was a good fighter, but he wasn't a good match.

While that happened, Bumblebee wondered what Mayhem meant. He's heard multiple times now, how Autobots are bad, they're hiding secrets and do many hideous things under tight wraps. The former scout knows things aren't perfect, but it couldn't be that bad. Then again, his processor wondered to the former autobots that were a part of their training group before being sent away. They didn't trust him even if he was playing smart, even the ones who wanted to still hesitate. Bumblebee brushed it off as them being scared, but it didn't make sense. 

His mind wondered to Optimus, Ratchet, Prowl, and Bulkhead....Optimus was close to joining Elite Guard. Ratchet was part of the war. Prowl knew the inside of the Ninja Corp well. Bulkhead was by his side and technically 'graduated' by getting to live his dream as a Space Bridge Technician. Did any of them know anything? Optimus is barely close to Ultra Magnus, maybe Ratchet knows something since he was a part of the war and seen things. Prowl and Bulkhead might not know much. It left Bee confused and unsure, but he wasn't gonna doubt the Autobots yet.

Meh, maybe he can ask Blitzwing later about it.

Training continued till time was up, Mayhem indeed gotten beaten by Anarchy too. Bee went to do his chores, wondering and pondering to himself.

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Blitzwing was waiting in their usual spot, having brought static bandages, as a just in case. He knows he shouldn't, but ever since the night Bee came limping completely beaten, he's bee doing small things. Bringing oil, bringing small amounts of aid, offering training tips, and whatever little thing he could bring that can be of service. The Triple Changer STILL didn't know why he cared. He should be crushing this little yellow minibot! Offline him! Beat him for not doing his training right! Why does he even care all of sudden!?

So what if the stupid former scout got hurt! Matter of fact, why was he even here!? The Lieutenant should just leave and let the stupid mech do things himself-!

"Why are you so angry?" Blitzwing snapped out his ranting thoughts as he heard a familiar voice approach, Bumblebee made it. Hothead was showing, but quickly switched to Random.

"Yay! You came! I brought you a present!" Random cheered, showing the static bandage. So much for ranting and wanting to leave...

Bee went up to the giant Con and accepted the offer, needing the static bandages anyways for some cuts he got during training. He took the bandages and started to wrap and cover any cuts that were still fresh, the rawness making Bee hiss a bit. Random switched back to Icy to speak.

"I assume training was brutal as usual?"

"You have no idea..." Bee answered, wrapping a cut on his stabilizer.

"Did you even take my training tips seriously?" Blitzwing grumbled, crossing his servos across his chassis.

"Hey, they work, but with my size against bucket helms that are much bigger than me makes it impossible." Bee complained back, hissing a bit as his servo cramped up, looking at the small gash in his palm that still needed to be wrapped up.

"*Switch* Your just short! So small and petite! A little sparkling! MUHAHAHA!" Random took control, before switching back to Icy. Without saying a word, he took the bandage and started to wrap up the minibot's servo in his own. Bee was a bit taken back by the gesture, but he wasn't complaining

"It wouldn't be so hard if you did it correctly." Blitzwing spoke coldly, wrapping the static bandage over the small, slashed servo.

"Hey! I am! I never been trained this much before! And it be easier if someone showed me to do it properly instead of berating me as usual..." Bumblebee defended himself, grumbling and pouting. 

Blitzwing shook his head and kept wrapping up the wound, but he knew Bee had a point. The Triple Changer was fully aware the Autobots don't train as hard enough and majority of the troops are just expendables for them, Minibots not taken seriously enough was also a major issue there as well, not many made it to the Elite Guard. They would have never let Bumblebee become more, they would've dropped him the moment the chance arose, especially that meteor blue chin mech...

After Blitzwing was done wrapping up the wound, him and Bee sat quietly together, not sure of what else to say. They wanted to start up a conversation but weren't sure how. Bee wanted to ask Blitzwing why he was still determined to speak and see him, but he knew Blitz wouldn't answer it. Why did it feel so awkward and weird? Is this what Stockholm Syndrome felt like? He wasn't sure, but he didn't like being quiet anymore, he had to say something.

"Sooo....how's uh, being a Lieutenant?" Bumblebee asked awkwardly, blushing a bit from embarrassment, he probably just made things more awkward.

"Oh, um...the usual I suppose. *Switch* But that's classified little bug! You don't get to know the big mech work just yet! HAHAHAHA!" Random took control, laughing and blushing a bit, only blushing just because he didn't expect the question.

"Right..." Bee quietly said, his answer making Blitz feel embarrassed now for some reason. The Triple Changer really hated how he couldn't figure out why he was fixated on this stupid small mech...

"By the way, I wanted to ask you something." Bee said, looking up at Blitz, who switched back to Icy and raised an optical ridge.

"Go on." 

"So, I one again and for the millionth time at this point, that Autobots are bad. Decepticons are right. All that stupid stuff. I wanna know why you guys think they're so bad. Yes, I am aware of the war and also how it started, though I never downloaded it properly. Then again, I never downloaded a lot of things right, is that why I flunked my tests-?"

"Are you ever going to shut up, you made your point Primus dammit." Icy annoyingly spoke, rolling his optics.

"HEY! Just answer the stupid question!"

"You'll see for yourself in training, and you'll learn more when you make it to Tier 3-!"

"I don't wanna wait that long just tell me!"

"*Switch* QUIT WHINING! I don't have to tell you slag!" Hothead roared, making Bee cower back, but he huffed and crossed his arms with an angry frown on his faceplates. Hothead growled and huffed himself, switching back to Icy.

"Look. I know you don't know much and there is a lot of history to break down, but Autobots are no better than us. They lie, cover things up, then just try save faceplate their own afts for the "greater" good." Blitzwing answered, not wanting to go deeper.

"That just sounds like Starscream and Shockwave to be honest..." Bee spoke up, getting Random to take control of Blitwing's faceplates.

"HAHAHA! That's a good one! They both kiss Lord Megatron's aft like no tomorrow! One time I caught Shocky and Meggy flirting! HAHAHA!" Random laughing like crazy, the last part Bee did not need to hear, but he did chuckle a bit.

"*Switch* But as I was saying...you will find out on your own, I know you won't take my word for it till you see it yourself. Which is why I do hope you at least TRY making it further in the ranks to know the truth yourself. Seeing how much you know so far has earned you pity points..." Blitzwing finished, looking away and staring whatever was in front of him.

"Oh come on! Who's to say I won't believe you? And what if I don't make it huh? Be a waste of a riddle." Bumblebee argued back, making Hothead appear.

"Because you didn't even take my word for being on this planet! For the training! And need I bring up the former Autobots?" Hothead hissed, making Bee shut up since the Triple Changer did have a point. He was actually right. 

The yellow minibot wouldn't believe it till he sees it. He'll still believe in the Autobot cause and their way of living, their morals, their beliefs, their propaganda, none of what Blitzwing could tell him will change his mind. Bee seemed to realize it too, since he was still going to believe in the Autobots no matter how bad things were right now, and no matter what any Decepticon told him. The former scout sighed and leaned back against the cold metal wall behind him. 

Blitzwing sighed, glad that Bee stopped pestering him, but didn't want the conversation to end yet, he switched back to Icy.

"...Alright, about training." Icy started, getting Bee to stop pouting, which the minibot hadn't realized he was doing.

"How did today's session go?" Blitzwing asked, listening to Bumblebee as he began to explain. Bee stood up and began to make ridiculous gestures with his body, being dramatic, but stayed on track.

"Like, I aimed for the legs and knocked him down, but while I was having early victory celebration, which I realized was way too soon to do, he got back up and tackled me! He's always hard to take down, Pit, they all are!" Bee threw his servos up in the air, groaning in annoyance as they flopped back down to the side of his body.

"I see. Did you try to at least kick his pelvic plating or his knee armors again? Or at least if given the chance to free yourself, elbow him?" Blitz asked.

"Ugh, no. He beat the slag out of me before I had a chance to act quick." Bumblebee groaned and muttered that last bit. 

Suddenly, Bumblebee was pushed to the ground and pinned by something super heavy, the heavy thing being the War Frame Con. Blitzwing was on top of his whole frame, using his large servos to keep Bee's servos and upper half pinned down together. The position made Bumblebee completely flustered and blushing.

"BLITZ!? WHAT THE FUCK!?"

"*Switch* CALM DOWN! I'm helping you!"

"D-Do you have to pin me down and be on top!?" Bee looked away, not liking the fact Blitzwing was so close. Hothead sighed and focused on the lesson.

"Look! Just pay attention!" Blitzwing and Bee looked between them, as Blitzwing guided him with his words, switching back to Icy.

"If pinned down like this, use your knee armor to hit the upper chassis, since its closest to the spot. If unable to, kick and aim for the lower parts, such as the pelvic. *Switch* Nothing wrong about playing dirty! MUHAHAHAHA!!!" Random cackled, Bumblebee thought about it, and kicked as hard as can at the Triple Changer's pelvic.

Not a good idea....

Blitzwing's faceplates switched like crazy as he groaned in pain, getting off of the minibot, who sat up and instantly regretted his action.

"S-Sorry! You told me to kick-!"

"NOT ON ME DAMMIT!!!" Hothead roared, hissing as he sat up, covering his pelvic plating.

That training session ended immediately, and so did this meeting. Fun way to end a hangout.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Solar cycles passed, things were the same, but Bumblebee was slowly getting better in his training lessons at least. Thankfully Blitzwing let go of the whole "kick-in-pelvic" thing and still give training offers, but Blitz did get back at him for it with his own hit. Bee thought it was unfair, but oh well.

Today was the same, getting up from the Barracks, getting in line, and heading out to train. Bumblebee was ready for another long day, but...

"Alright! Today you're not training!" Slipstream yelled, surprising a few of the Cons in training, Bumblebee included.

"Today's training will be different. We will not be joining you either. Some mech else...someone who is very unfit, but we have no say, will be training you for this. Head to the tracks, all of you are going. No objections." Oilslick commanded, the guards began to lead the way for the Cons in training, guiding them to the running tracks.

Bumblebee was confused, so where the others, but what was happening? Slipstream and Oilslick didn't bother following as they were taken to the tracks where the races and tests were held.

Meanwhile...

"For the last time, your orders are to take them to the post, complete the objective, and TRY to make sure they all return online." Shockwave spoke to Starscream over a handheld transmitter in with an agitated tone, the Seeker was not having it though.

"Shut up! I know that! I'm just suggesting that I-!"

"You are not to "suggest" or permitted to do any other form of actions without approval from Lord Megatron. Do this correctly for once in your spark forsaken life and you won't be reprimanded again. And keep an eye on that bug...if he escapes, it will be your helm used as a replacement while your online still." Shockwave ordered, done with arguing a pointless debate. Starscream growled and hanged up, putting away the transmitter in his subspace.

Who was that one eye fragger to command him just because HE was given temporary SIC!? Why can't he do it his way!? The objective was to complete the mission and take control of the outpost, bring back the Decepticons in Training online if possible, and be done with it.

BUT NOOOOOOOOOOO! MegaBucket Helm and his stupid, smart aft, frag toy pretending to be an Autobot on Cybertron said he couldn't do it his way. Starscream wanted to risk the Decepticons in training, use them as alloy shields as he claimed victory. I mean, what was wrong with that? They take front, he sneaks in, kills the one running the place, and they win. Perfect plan to slowly earn back his title.

Starscream could do better, he can get back his position of being close to the throne and become ruler of The Decepticon Legion. Oh, how he couldn't wait. Till now, he'll have to take the long road. And you know what? To the Pit with it all! He'll do as he planned to do! He was going to take everything that was rightful his no matter what!

The Seeker looked ahead, seeing the guards arrive with the troops, making him smirk. Time to put his plan in action and take control again.

The Cons muttered to each other and themselves, wondering what was happening, seeing the well-known Starscream, Megatron's SIC... or probably FORMER SIC, ahead of them. Bee looked and was shocked to see him, glaring at him. He could feel the scar on his faceplate and broken optic tingle, not forgetting what that stupid 2-faced bitch did to him in the Stockades. So why was he here? Blitzwing could've given him a warning, or did he not know about this?

Whatever it is, this probably isn't gonna be good....

"Greetings! Future Soldiers of The Decepticons! I am Starscream! Though, I am sure you all are aware of who I am. And I am here to take lead for this very important and special occasion today!" Starscream announced, getting a few whispers from the group as they gave him a bit of a side-eyed glanced. They were unsure due to the rumors, though the only one who knew the truth out of the mechs and femmes was Bumblebee, and he wasn't buying Starscream's act of this 'caring authority' at all. Starscream took a few steps forward, walking around the group, smirking in confidence, clearly enjoying the idea of lead over these sad weak Cons.

"Now now, I know we heard the rumors of Megatron's best Second-In-Command betraying him and nearly leaving him to rot in the Pit. But I mean no harm anymore. I have learned my lesson, which is why I will be leading you all into battle." Starscream spoke proudly, smiling as he pulled out a data pad from his subspace, pressing a few buttons, and holding it out. A large holoprojection formed in front of everyone, showing a location somewhere in a sector far in space, more specifically, it was an Autobot location.

This caught Bee's attention, seeing the Autobot symbol, it made his wires and tanks twist tightly, unsure if this was good or worse now.

"For this mission, we shall be entering Sector 8 of the Terrian Quaters. Its is not far from here, so a short and simple trip. Once we arrive, there will be an Outpost filled with Autobots, they have plenty of information and Energon for our usage. We form an attack and take what is ours!" Starscream explained, victory in his voice as he put away the Holoprojection. On que to this, a spacecraft ship began to lower not too far away from them, landing with the engine running still, ready to carry them to their destination.

"More will be discussed inside. For now, gather your weapons and fix those armors, we're heading out! Come now my fellow Decepticons!...Oh, and, "Former Autobot"..." Starscream giggled to himself, making his way to the ship with a handful of mechs following. This little plan is going well, he just needs to lead them to their dismay...

Bee couldn't believe what he had just been told, ignoring the snide comment Starscream directed at him. Is this real? Is it true? An Outpost, filled with Autobots, Autobots that could help him if he can get them to listen and realize he's not a Con? Hold slaggin crap....

Bee was snapped out of his thoughts as Mayhem came up to him from behind, roughly patted his back, laughing and smiling.

"Can you believe it? Our first mission! I'm so ready to kill! I don't trust Starscream, but this is improvement for us!" Mayhem cheered, looking at the distance with a smile, not seeing the shock on Bee's face.

"So are w-we...really like...g-going off the New Kaon or...?" Bee hesitantly asking, trying not to get his hopes up. 

"We're going off planet kid. Hope your ready, this may be training, but its our first misison. Lets kick some Autoscums afts!" Mayhem smiled in confidence, going to join the others, unaware of what this meant for the former scout.

This is it. This is his chance. Bumblebee can get help from Autobots and be done with this long overdue nightmare at last. Bee felt so much hope and excitement rush through hi, he tried to bury it to not give himself away, but it was hard to contain.

"I'm getting out of here...holy shit...I'm coming home guys..." Bee smiled widely and quickly kept his composure under wraps, hurrying along to join the others, ready to make his escape. Other than having to be mindful of Starscream, he already had victory reaching for his servos, it was right there in his digits and Bee could feel it. Finally, something good for once was happening and he couldn't be any happier.

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Space. An endless place filled with known and unknown things, from Planets to Stars. to Space Rock Monsters that wanna eat you. The ship was being directed to the Outpost, Starscream ordering the mechs and femmes aboard to stand their ground and to be ready. The plan was to attack from the front, then force their way inside, and take the Autobot leader hostage or offline him. The only issue with the plan...was pretty much the whole plan.

There were defensive systems around the whole post, especially around the front. It was nearly impossible to get past without serious harm being caused. Then, the layout was about three floors, bunker floors to note. Now, while the Autobot troops won't be hard to physically take out, they do have a bit of an upper advantage on weapons. The troops knew they had to do something else, so without telling Starscream, they all formed their own little plan.

There was another way inside that would lead to the lower floors immediately, a vent that shot straight to the third floor and near the Autobot leader. One or two of them had to go in and see if they could take out the leader first then attack the rest from behind. It wasn't the best plan, but more thought out than the Seeker's plan. The Cons didn't know who to pick yet...but Bumblebee, decided to take it into his own servos.

It was his only chance, he would sneak by and get to the back entrance. They would never allow it due to Bee being an Autobot himself, but he had to do so. If he can get the Leader, explain his side of the story, and be able to escape at last...It was risky, but Bee didn't want to let go of the hope of being saved yet. He's been here long enough and had done enough for these sickos. He was getting his opportunity to escape and he wasn't going to waste it. 

Everybot was currently getting ready, armors tight on, weapons ready to be fired till they were smoking and empty, talking to each other and secretly discussing their little plan while Starscream was too busy boasting his own ego. Bumblebee was given a laser gun and a burning cut-through blade to fight with, it wasn't much, but since his own Stingers were still deactivated. Even after 2 stellar cycles and on his way to 3, they still didn't trust him enough. Then again, he didn't trust any of them...though, Blitzwing is an exception. Irony.

"Oh mech, I cannot wait! This is gonna be some good training for all of us and get us boosted up to Tier 3 without issue! Isn't this great!?" Mayhem excitedly spoke like a Sparkling getting presents on their Creation Day. 

"If you call killing a bunch of Autobots as training 'great' then you have low standards..." Detritus grumbled, getting smacked in the helm by Anarchy.

"It is a nice chance-" "and a nice offer to-" "earning our way up~." The twins Vixen and Virago spoke, adding into the conversation. Bumblebee was quiet the whole time, not comfortable with the idea of offling his own side. He felt Mayhem's servo on his shoulder armor, causing him to look up at the mech.

"Aren't you at least excited Bee? You get to kill!" Mayhem grinned, which made Bumblebee all the more uncomfortable

"Um...yep...totally!" Bee said so awkwardly with the fakest smile in existence. He did not want to even think about offling another mech or femme, it scared him honestly. Sure, it's a war, even the Autobot Elite Guard has had to kill and spill energon if needed, but Bumblebee? Even he can admit he was just all talk sometimes. If Autobots like Optimus taught him anything, it was that it didn't need to end badly. So killing was off the table for Bumblebee, he just had to plan to get out of here.

The others kept going back and forth with each other while preparing what to do, Bumblebee sitting silently as he waited for them to arrive, which didn't take long at all. Starscream ordered them to line up as they began to land at a distance from the Outpost. The doors opened and they all marched out, following Starscream's lead, for now at least.

The Cons in training were still gonna follow their plan of letting one to sneak in through the side while everyone did their thing. Unbeknownst to them, Bumblebee purposely was in the back of the line, walking and making sure he looked smaller than he already was. Once he knew nobody was looking, he stopped walking and let them walk ahead for a few nanosecs, and began to quickly run through an 'alternative route'. 

Bumblebee swiftly, quickly, but as silent as possible began to run around by going to the side, heading to where that vent was. He got ahead of the group, he always enjoyed being faster than every mech around him. The minibot managed to make it, seeing the familiar Autobot Insignia and Autobot troops. Bumblebee grinned and felt relieved to be around his own again. He wanted to just go out there and talk to the guards, to warn of the upcoming attack, but he wouldn't have a chance as an explosion happened right at the front.

The Decepticons were attacking already. Dammit. Bumblebee can hear Starscream shouting orders already. The minibot knew he had to be quick and hurry. He used the burning knife that was given to him and cut the entrance to the vent open, tossing it to the side and sliding straight down to the bottom floor. 

Meanwhile, the troops began fighting and attacking the Autobot guards, all of them coming out of the outpost to fight them off.

"There's too man!" One mech shouted out, shooting the Autobots down and getting a few kills.

"KEEP FIGHTING! WE'LL TAKE THEM DOWN!" Starscream shouted, aiming his blaster at the puny bots and fired. 

"W-we need to find that vent now-! Hey! We're missing a troop!" One femme shouted, grabbing Starscream's attention away from his small victory, seeing that the stupid yellow bug was gone. Slagger! 

"IGNORE HIM! KEEP FIGHTING-!" Starscream got shot down by a bigger blast, sending him flying into the dirt. The Autobots turned on their defense system, attacking and defending themselves better. The troops took a few steps back, taking cover, unsure of what to do...

Back at Bee, he landed on his aft, tumbling onto the floor in some generator room. Bumblebee groaned and used the generator next to him to support himself up, almost falling back down as it was a switch he was leaning on, pulling it down. Bumblebee didn't think much of it, getting himself up with a hiss, looking around. No guard in sight, probably up front in battle holding the Cons off. 

Bumblebee went up to the door, walking through and going down a maze of hallways, sneaking just in case. The Outpost was a lot bigger on the inside, the hallways and corridors were mazes, how was he supposed to find the leader of the place? The sound of peds began to rush in his direction too, he laid his whole frame against the wall to not be seen as more guards rushed by, along with a shout coming from the direction they were running from. 

"DEAL WITH EVERYONE OF THEM! DO NOT LET THEM RAID AND BREECH THE POST!" A commanding voice shouted at the Autobot troops, hurrying back to wherever he came from. Out of instinct, Bee followed where the shout came from, moving slower than he would've liked, but had to keep doing so...

The mech in question was in panic and rushed into an office, trying to signal for help from nearby outpost and The Elite Guard, while getting constant comm.link messages from his mechs dying on the field that the defense system somehow shut down. Bee listened in, hoping that switch he flipped wasn't the power source to their defences...

Back outside...the defense system mysteriously switched off, their main defense was down, making the Autobots panic. The Decepticon troops noticed and quickly got back on their peds, ready to march forward.

"THEIR DEFENSE SYSTEM IS DOWN! CHARGE!" Mayhem shouted, which gave them the confidence to charge forward and overpower the Autotbots, fighting them and began to offline them one by one. Energon spilled, oil splattering, ripped off armor chunks and limbs torn apart. It was a mess that was made and finished almost as quickly.

The Autobot Guards that were alive were trying to flee now, comm.linking their leader about the situation outside, but it was all in vein as they too were sliced down like meager dummies used for training. 

The Cons were already cheering in victory, knowing they won this fight, even if the mission was easy. Starscream however, was not pleased just yet...

"Everybot stay out here till I come back! The leader is mine..." Starscream snarled and managed to squeeze himself into the entrance of the Outpost, shooting a few more Autobots down in sight. The Cons were left standing there, already talking like they didn't just cause a bloody energon massacre.

However, the topic of Bumblebee's disappearance came up, some even looked through the offline mechs to see if they may have killed the Minibot by mistake

"Other than the defense systems turning off in our favor, where the frag is Bee?" Mayhem muttered, looking around a bit.

"Probably-" "ran away-" "somewhere." The femme twins answered and shrugged, going back to their own conversation. Mayhem wasn't sure though, he looked at the entrance and decided to go inside too.

"And where the slag are you going?" Detritus asked, following Mayhem.

"Just gonna see if he ended up in here somehow.."

"Probably in a jail cell..." Mayhem smacked Detritus lightly and the 2 walked through the base...

Back at Bumblebee, he peaked into the office of where the Autobot Leader was, who was in a devastated panic and acting manic as he desperately tried to signal for help, muttering pleas to himself...

Bumblebee quietly sighed and slowly walked in, still keeping a distance, hoping he can be of some help and get home. He left the laser gun that was given to him outside the door, just in case...

"C-come on, come on. Why can't I reach any mech?" The leader growled to himself in frustration, leaning over a digital desk as he tried to contact Cybertron.

"...M-maybe I can help?" The Minibot spoke up, startling the leader, who turned around quickly and immediately pulled out his weapon, a long sharp spear, aiming it at Bumblebee...

"Who are you!? What do you want you disgusting Decepticon!?" The Leader spat out, circling around the Minibot, who raised his servos to show he meant no harm and circled around with the mech slowly.

"C-calm down! I-I want to help! My name is Bumblebee, I am M.I.A and-" Bee was cut off as he dodged a lunging attack the leader pulled.

"Don't lie to me! All you Cons do is lie!" The leader shouted, lunging again at him, but missed as Bee hurried out of the way.

"Please! I don't wanna fight! I was kidnapped and need he-!" Bee was cut off again as he dodged once more, not before having to defend himself and push the leader back, who was trying to knock him down and pushing against him to stab his spark.

"I am going to extinguish every one of your sparks out for doing this to my mechs! You filthy Cons destroy, lie, and take! I WILL NEVER FALL FOR THESE TRICKS AGAIN!!!"

"WAIT PLEASE I DON'T-!" 

Bumblebee was kicked down onto the floor, quickly rolling over as the Leader stabbed down, hitting the floor. Bee got back up and began to back away, dodging and using whatever what was around him to avoid the dangerous blows and lunges. The leader was relentless, his optics filled with blind rage and murder...

Bee ran around the desk, picking up the chair and throwing it into the charging way of the bloodthirsty mech, the leader easily cutting it in half as he screamed, charging towards Bumblebee again. Bee picked up a nearby datapad as a shield, it broke on impact when the leader stabbed right through it to hit Bee, but it was enough to let Bumblebee pull it to the side and kick the mech away from a close range. He wasn't disarmed yet and the former scout didn't wanna hurt him, but he had no choice to at least hit back if needed.

The leader threw himself with his spear first at Bee again, the minibot wasn't so quick this time and got cut around the waist. He hissed and touched the wounded cut, it wasn't deep enough, but still big enough to make him hurt. The leader went in for another attack, this time with a kick, but Bee ducked down in time. The leader landed on his peds, spinning around so fast as his spear extended out, cutting Bee's back this time, a deeper cut than before.

Bumblebee yelped in pain, hurrying to get back up and stand on his guard. He wanted to plea for the Autobot to listen, but was given no chance. The leader tossed his spear, barely missing Bee's face and cutting his cheek, shocking the Minibot, as the leader hurried forward to punch Bumblebee. This time, Bee dodged and immediately upper-squared him on his chin, knocking him back and letting Bee kick him down. The leader groaned, but swiftly zigzagged around the mech and caught him off guard by sending him flying against the wall with a kick to the side of his upper chassis.

Bumblebee lost air and coughed as he slammed against the wall, trying to vent, but ducked down as the leader tried to punch him again, cracking the wall. As Bee slid down, he raised on leg up and kicked him his knee joints, making the Autobot leader shout, the kick being hard enough to bend his joints in the wrong place. Both stumbled and panted hard, venting as they got back on their peds.

"..Please....please just listen...I don't wanna fight you! I just want to help you so I can go home too! Please!" Bumblebee pleaded, hoping the Autobot leader would see reason.

"Why? So you can let your 'friends' offline me!? You pathological lying scums can kiss my aft! I'll die before you take me alive!" The leader pulled out a hidden weapon, a sharp-bladed dagger, and charged at Bee once more with a warrior's cry.

Bee dodged, punching him in his face, but his servo was roughly grabbed as the leader body-slammed him with a loud crash onto the floor. Bumblebee gave a gruttal cry and coughed hard, shouting in agony as the leader twisted his servo in the wrong direction, trying to break it. The wires were being stretched and twisting against his other wires and joints, causing a burning pain as Bee tried to hard not to get his servo dislocated. With quick thinking and movement, Bumblebee looked at the mech's peds and hurriedly kicked at the ankle joint, making it sprain as the leader lost his balance and stumbled back with a hiss.

Bee groaned and tried to get up, only to be kicked over against the wall again, the spear from before having fallen down next to Bumblebee from the impact. He coughed and sat up, leaning against the wall for support. The leader huffed and hissed dangerously, shouting as he threw himself at Bee with the dagger in hand. In a quick panic, Bee picked up the spear next to him right as the leader pounced on top of him...

It went silent. No movements. Not a sound from either of them. The only noises being from the broken machinery making statics sounds. Then, the energon and oil began to slowly spill...a lot of it too.

Bee was in stunned horror, his optics contracting in panic, feeling energon flow all over his frame, but no. He wasn't the one who was stabbed, having taken one last cut on his neck, barely missing again with the dagger stabbed into the wall behind him. The energon and oil were coming from the Autobot Leader, it was pouring from his chassis, right where his spark was...

The choking coughing began, the leader coughing up energon as he felt his frame about to fall offline, covering Bee more The former scout slowly shook his head, his servos tremblings that were gripping the spear, the same spear that penetrated the leader's spark. With his last bit of strength, the mech looked at Bee, his expression just as horrified as the minibots. Both looked deep into each other's optics, it was in his final moments, that the leader final came to his senses...

"...yo-ooou...w-were-en't l-l-yin-ng..." The leader said in a static raspy voice, his dying words. Bumblebee trembled harder, wanting to cry, to scream, to hit him, to save him, but he couldn't move or utter a word.

"...t-th-hey...w-wou-uldn-n't h-h-h-ave...." He couldn't finish what he wanted to say, falling offline for good, his dead weight settling onto Bumblebee. The minibot managed to gain enough control over himself to push the mech off him, venting hard as he let go of the spear, staring at the dead mech before him. The mech he killed...

This wasn't happening. This can't be real. Bumblebee wanted it to be just a fragging dream so bad, but no. He looked down at his shaking servos, seeing how much energon and oil had covered them, from his elbow joints to his digits. A painted picture of the crime he just done.

Bee couldn't move. What could he say or do. He can't undo what he done. It was an accident. It was an accident. But...seeing the energon and oil spilled on him...the adrenaline flowing through his circuits...the offline mech in front of him...

. . . . . . . . . .

Bumblebee killed a mech. He killed a mech. Another Autobot. 

What had he done...?

The minibot didn't move, he felt like he couldn't take a deep breath to vent, replaying the events of what just happened over and over again. He panicked. They were fighting. He just wanted this stupid idiot to listen- why didn't he just listen!? As Bee sat in horror of what he done, he failed to hear the sounds of massive peds coming down he hallways, all he heard was silence and the echos in his processor of the fight between them...

Starscream was muttering curse words to himself, looking around to find the Autbot Leader still, take the victory for himself, and be done with this pathetic job. If he wasn't taking the long road, he wouldn't care so much. He noticed a laser-gun outside an open door, unattended and still fully loaded, smirking to himself and thinking he has the opportunity to take the leap. He crept closer, trying to be silent, before making his grand entrance with his blaster fired up and ready to shoot.

"FEAR ME WEAKLING AUTOBOT! I, THE GREAT STARSCREAM, HAVE...come to..." Starscream went from shouting in pride to going quiet. The whole room was a mess, a few things were destroyed, but most noticeable was the painted floor of energon. What lied there was the Autobot Leader he wanted to offline himself, on his side was that stupid Bumbler mech, for some reason was looking as if he seen a ghost.

He couldn't believe it. This puny mech, this tiny yellow unworthy insect, did this? Stole his kill!? Stole his victory!? Starscream won't allow it!

"What...did you do!? You ruined this for me! First you disappear like a coward and then ruin my plans!?" Starscream shouted, standing over the former scout, who was still paralized from the guilt and unresponsive. Starscream didn't like that though...

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!? Acting without being told!? Thinking your so tough and bold yet the weakest rut out of the pack!" Starscream grabbed Bumblebee, picking him up and squeezing him tightly, lifting him above Starscream's helm.

Bee still made no movements nor said a word, and the Seeker will NOT be ignored.

"WHAT DID YOU DO!?" Starscream screamed furiously at the minibot, shaking his shoulders, almost nearly choking him with his large clawed servos.

Bumblebee, however, gave no response. He was still too shocked by what had just happened. I mean, how was he supposed to respond or react? His state of shock and numbness couldn't stop the rough slam against the wall. Starscream slammed Bumblebee against the wall, knocking the air out of him. Starscream began to punch Bee repeatedly, wanting a reaction, but he wasn't given one.

"ANSWER ME! YOU MISERABLE! MISTAKEN! SHOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SPARKED! FAILURE OF A MECH!!!" Starscream screeched, giving up on punching the battered mech, and proceeded to choke him.

Bumblebee choked and withered a bit, yet it didn't stop Starscream, letting a few gasps and chokes of stolen air out. The minibot didn't care anymore, he didn't want to care. He just wanted this nightmare to end already...

Before Starscream could press harder to the point of possibly snapping this stupid minibot's neck, he heard the steps of peds getting closer.

"Sir Starscream!?" "Have you found the leader yet or what!?" It was Mayhem and Detritus, approaching and calling out for Starscream. The seeker let go of the minibot, letting him fall to the floor, before quickly picking him back up. He made Bee look up at him.

"When they come in, you better act normal for once or I will have your protoform for breakfast..." Starscream whispered his threats as he stood by the former scout, who was still in shock.

The 2 mechs entered the room, seeing the spilled energon mess, scattered items, datapads, and furniture. Mayhem and Detritus looked at the 2, seeing Starscream patting Bee's shoulder with a grin, unharmed and not having a drop of energon or oil on him. Bumblebee, however, had plenty on him, especially on his servos and chassis', with a very surprised look, and clearly just gotten out of a battle. Starscream looked at the 2, grinning with victory.

"Ah! There you are! I was just helping little soon-to-be Con out! He was almost a goner, but I saved him! He is very thankful!" Starscream lied through his fanged denta, taking whatever credit he could get.

"That true mech?" Mayhem asked, looking at the still-shaken former Autobot.

"...I...killed...him...I killed him..." Bumblebee muttered, horrified and still processing.

"Haha...oh, just the shock of such a fight! We will aid you and-!"

"Wait wait wait, you killed the Autobot Leader of this Outpost?" Mayhem cut off Starscream, asking Bee the question again.

"Now like I was saying-!"

"Who cares who killed the mech, we won. We're done here." Detritus commented, also cutting the Seeker off.

"Now listen here-!"

"I can't believe it...you got not only your first kill, but killed the boss of this place! Now that is amazing!" Mayhem grinned, grabbing Bee and lifting him up, running out of the room with him to tell everybot else.

"HEY! I AM NOT DONE TALKING HERE!" Starscream screeched, chasing after them. Detritus groaned and grabbed a few datapads, following them out.

Outside, the group was chattering and collecting what supplies to bring back, a few being offlined Autobot frames for spare parts. The fight was simple and barely anyone was hurt, they all felt pleased to know they made it this far. They all just needed to wait for Starscream now. As they sat there, Mayhem ran out holding Bee above his helm like an object, Starscream not far behind either..

"HEY EVERYBOT!" Mayhem shouted, getting everybots attention as he slammed Bee down back on his peds, his faceplate STILL deep in shock.

"BUMBLEBEE HERE KILLED THE AUTOBOT LEADER OF THIS OUTPOST! THAT'S WHY HE WASN'T WITH US EARLIER!" Mayhem grinned as he loudly told the news, getting a few surprised whispers and chatters from the group.

"Wait, you're saying HE'S the one who turned off the defense system from the inside and got us the victory?" One troop spoke up, Mayhem nodded proudly.

"Yep! I knew he could do it!"

"NOW WAIT A SLAGGING NANOSEC! I DID ALL THE WORK AND PLANNING! I BROUGHT US VICTORY!" Starscream screeched at them all, seething with rage, but he was practically ignored again when Detritus came out.

"There's energon cubes and loot to take back! Lets get moving!" Detritus shouted out, making the other Cons hurry inside to collect what they can.

"I SWEAR IF YOU ALL KEEP IGNORING ME I WILL HAVE ALL OF YOUR HELMS!!!" Starscream screeched again, chasing after them. The only bots left standing outside were Anarchy and Bumblebee.

Bee couldn't move, still in complete rebooting shock, unable to stop replaying what he had just done...Anarchy looked at Bumblebee, it didn't take rocket science to figure out what was wrong. Anarchy approached Bee, his steps shaking the ground as he approached the shocked minibot. He took ahold of his shoulder armor and made Bumblebee walk beside him back to the ship. Anarchy was going to leave Bee in a washrack by himself to let the former scout clean himself off while he came back to help the other troops. Bumblebee seemed to take notice of Anarchy's actions, and in a way, was a tiny bit silently grateful...

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Blitzwing was heading the usual spot to meet up with Bumblebee, hearing about the training departure. He was deeply upset that he was not informed of this 'training mission', learning that yellow bug was sent on it with the other mechs and femmes in training. It made it all the worse to know Starscream was leading, but he didn't care whatever the Seeker was planning. However, to his relief, everybot came back online and in decent condition, they were rewarded with only 2 days of no training and allowed to feast on as much refuel as they wanted. I mean, they weren't complaining.

All The Triple Changer had to do was wait on the minibot to arrive now, if he arrived at all. From what Blitzwing heard from the report, it was Bumblebee that shut off the defense systems and killed the leader of the Outpost. Was this good or very bad? Good if Bee was finally embracing his inner Decepticon, very bad if Bee was left utterly traumatized by it. Blitzwing had a feeling it was very bad, and he was proven right.

As he arrived to the meet-up spot, he was a bit taken back to see Bumblebee had already gotten there, his optics wide and contracted, looking afar like he seen something extremely tragic. Blitzwing knew it was from the mission, how to handle it was the harder answer to guess. Blitzwing made his way over to Bumblebee, standing next to him and staring down at the minibot, Bumblebee hadn't even acknowledge his presence. This felt awkward for Blitzwing...

"So...I heard you got to go on a mission today? While I wished to have known of it sooner, but how did it go?" Blitzwing asked, trying to start the conversation, yet got no answer. After almost a klik of silence, the Liutenant continued. 

"I'm sure it wasn't that bad. *Switch* I am so suuure you brought me a present toooo!!!" Random gleefully spoke, looking at Bee, but lost his usual chaotic smile a bit to still have no answer.

"...that's ok though! You forgot about me! I'm not bothered! After all, I-!"

"I killed a mech..." Bumblebee muttered, making Blitz shut up and switch back to Icy, looking down with a bit of a shocked expression. He didn't expect those words coming from the bug soon.

"Yes...so I have heard." Blitz said in a much more quiet tone, looking at the minibot who began to open up bit by bit.

"It...was an a-accident...I didn't meant to...he wouldn't listen...I just wanted to..." Bee didn't need to finish the sentence, as Blitzwing fully understood what Bumblebee was trying to do. He was brought to an Outpost run by Autobots, of course he would try to make an escape through them. 

By the looks of it though, it didn't go well. This kleiner Käfer who wanted to just escape ended up taking a life instead. While Blitz can understand since it was Bee's first kill ever, he couldn't fathom just how deep this was for him. The Triple Changer has offline and taken the lives of many mechs, femmes, and much more in his path. He has seen troops take their first kill and go into a programming shock over it, but were able to push it aside much more quickly to continue fighting and killing.

For all his talks on wanting to join the Elite Guard, how could Bumblebee not realize that he would've done it at some point? Whether as an Autobot or Decepticon.

"I can see why you be in shock, however, my best advice is to accept it and move on. It won't be your first kill." Blitzwing casually spoke, shrugging slightly, yet his dismissal comment is what gotten Bumblebee to come out of his shock, and look up at the Con.

"Accept it? Move on? Heh, your fucking with me...how can I move on from that?...I killed an Autobot, another living mech. You may be made for this, but I ain't.." The minibot's low calm tone of anger seethed out of him, glaring up at Blitzwing.

How could he not see this bothered him so much? How can he just b basically say to get over it? Bumblebee just made the biggest mistake of his life and this 3 faced freak wants to make it seem like nothing? Bumblebee hated him for it...

"I don't expect you to understand or do so over night, but this is war. This is what you were planning to originally sign up for, don't act as if this is new for you." Blitzwing argued back, ticking the former scout off more.

"This is new for me. All of this is new for me! I am not made to be a Decepticon!"

"I am not talking about the Cons, I am talking about the Autobots. You wanted to be an Elite Guard, you would have had to do this at some point."

Blitzwing did have a point there, but it didn't make Bee calm in anyway. 

"Like slag I would! As an Autobot, you need to follow the law and-!"

"The law is a broken dying joke. It wouldn't make a difference." Blitzwing said, cutting Bumblebee off while trying to keep Hothead down and not get upset.

"Whatever! Why does it matter!? I still did something horrible and you don't even know how that feels!" Bumblebee shouted back, Blitz lowered down to his level.

"It's like you said, I was made for this, but so are many other mechs. Just accept it and move on already. I don't understand why your taking it so hard." And that line is what got under Bumblebe's hubcaps.

"Why am I taking this so hard!? You have no idea what I am feeling! What I just went through! You think I wanted to kill a mech!?"

"Ugh, that's not what I meant-!"

"Just shove it all down l-like it never happened! That's just how slag i-is! I just had to defend myself ok!?" Bee cut the Triple Changer off, who felt more annoyed now.

"Things may not have gone as plan, you did what did in the heat of the moment or just panicked. Its fine Bumblebee." Blitzwing tried to make Bee see it, but Bee kept going on.

"I-I didn't know what else to do! I p-panicked! I was just trying to defend m-myself-!"

"You need to calm down-"

"Primus the w-way he just offline before me, m-muttering his dying w-words to me-"

"Look, you did what you had to do so just accept-!"

"I OFFLINED A MECH BLITZWING! AN AUTOBOT! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO ACCEPT THAT!?"

"*Switch* MAYBE BY STOP CRYING OVER IT AND LOOK AT HOW THINGS WERE PLAYED OUT! To that mech you were a threat! To him, you could have been lying! Even then, they wouldn't have taken you back! You have been here for far too long already! It wouldn't have made a difference..." Hothead shouted before quieting down, explaining as best as he could to make the panicked minibot understand, but he still didn't seem to get it.

Bumblebee sniffled and clicked, fighting back the coolant tears forming in his optics, shuttering through his vents and letting out shaky deep breaths. He didn't know what to say, he thought Blitzwing didn't understand the fear and guilt he felt. How could he? Blitz was a war criminal after all...

"...Tell me...would you feel this way if it was the other way around?" That question made the former scout look up at the Triple Changer, who was now showing his Icy faceplate, confused by his question...

"...w-what?"

"If you were still an Autobot. Given the chance to fight in the field as your dream of being an Elite Guard. Having to offline Decepticons in your way. Would you still be as upset as you are now?" Blitzwing asked calmly, kneeling down to Bumblebee's height and looking him dead in his optic.

Bumblebee...wasn't sure how to answer. I mean, to offline a mech wasn't something he considered. He thought of it so many times before, but never in deep thought. His dreams and hopes to earn a high rank in The Elite Guard, knowing he would take down Cons left and right. I mean, of course, he would have the ball bearings to offline one if it came to it!...did he? Bumblebee looked down at his servos, the same servos he had to wash a few megacycles ago, to clean off the traces of oil and spilled energon from the...accident.

Even when cleaned, the lingering feeling was there as if he never cleaned himself up. While it was physically gone, while he would be able to emotionally bury it later, it was the mental side. No matter how much he cleaned or ignored it, the stain of his crime and mistake would forever be tainted and embedded into his servos...so to be able to offline a Con the same way....

Suddenly the tears began to drop onto the palm of his servos and digits, he couldn't stop them from falling...

"....I...I don't know..." Bee silently answered, Blitzwing heard him. The Triple Changing Lieutenant knew the deeper answer though. The truth was while Bumblebee would be able to move past it with much ease, it didn't erase the feeling. The feeling he once felt himself only megacycles before joining Megatron...

Blitzwing pushed down the memories of his past and sat down, crossing his stabilizers, and looking at Bumblebee again.

"You can deny it all you want...but you and I both know the truth..." Blitzwing spoke quietly, and all Bee could was quietly sob...

Bumblebee let it out, his pain, his pent-up emotions, his guilt, just whatever he could let out...before the minibot knew it, he sat down next to Blitzwing, sobbing and trying to wipe his coolant oily tears away. Blitzwing didn't speak, letting the minibot cry as much as he needed until he felt him lean against his side. Blitz looked down and saw Bee leaning into him, whether as support or as comfort, he didn't know, but he didn't push nor pull away.

Blitzwing slowly moved his servo to pull Bee a bit closer, though the former scout didn't seem to have noticed it much and continued to sob...

Nothing more was said, they sat there, even when Bumblebee's tears finally dried. At least he had the day off tomorrow...

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Art piece of Bee's Accident...

Chapter Text

3 Stellar Cycles. 3 whole years since Bee disappeared, since he was kidnapped. They all tried to move on, but how can they move on? No one to bother them, no one to make them smile, no one to pull a silly prank or 2. It's like a bright light had been taken away from them. It was more of a deeper feeling for Team Prime, but without Bumblebee...it felt like an empty spot no other mech could feel.

Team Prime is still allowed to remain stationed on Earth, although it took some convincing over the matter at hand. However, they had the option to travel back to Cybertron whenever needed, mostly during the rare moments of Steelhaven showing up, or any other mechs coming by when requested with a job by The High Council. With this war restarting itself all over again and with Autobots being attacked, it left Cybertron in a state of paranoia and stricter with resources.

Earth wasn't any better, while it remained safe from any Decepticon activity so far, there were still traces of All Spark fragments lying around, Human Criminals still causing crime, Black Arachina was still on the loose somewhere, then with Mixmaster and Scrapper on the loose too, and then there was & still is the whole situation with Sari being half Cybertronian. It was just a lot to take in still with the thought and concern of Cybertron's safety, the earthly Autobots had been just tired and trying to make the most of it.

Steelhaven was coming by today too, more stress to add to the factor. Prowl and Bulkhead had returned to Cybertron to reconnect with their old roots, Prowl with the Ninja Corps and his previous teacher's Dojo, and Bulkhead going to see his family on their rock farm. Ratchet and Optimus remained on Earth, keeping Sari company as she learned how to adapt to her new Cybertronian body, Professor Sumdac was also trying to be helpful as much as he could.

Optimus was currently sitting on the berth of Bee's room, looking at one of his gaming devices, something called a DS or Gameboy? Optimus didn't learn much from it, not like he could use it either, battery had died after a few days from Bee's kidnapping. Optimus stared at the gaming device, occasionally looking up to look around the untouched room that was collecting dust. The Prime would often come in here some days, the guilt was still eating him away on not being able to rescue Bumblebee from Blitzwing, it was just as strong as the guilt he felt when losing Elita to those organic spiders. It just hurt too much.

Sometimes it felt like yesterday, seeing the brightly colored minibot grin with happiness and pride, hearing his snappy comebacks and sometimes complaints, trying his best at being the hero, seeing how excited he always was, and to hear him talk at random-

"I hate you..."

Optimus frowned more, remembering those words. To hear Bumblebee hated him only to be taken away moments later before they could make up. Oh, it hurt, yet Prime felt and knew he deserved it. He failed to protect someone he cared about yet again. He failed to save him. He was just a washout and a failure...

The red and blue mech failed to notice the door barely opening and quickly closing. It was Sari, coming in to see how her friend was doing while trying to remain strong while being in her best friend's untouched room, too. She walked up to him and gently touched his ped in a comforting way.

"Hey, Optimus...didn't think you be in here again, heh. Though you're always in here on the not-so-busy days..." Sari started the conversation, Optimus noticed the small human girl, picked her up, and set her gently beside him on the berth.

"Sorry, I...can't help myself sometimes." Optimus replied quietly, looking at Sari before looking down at the gaming device and setting it aside.

"I know big guy. We all miss him. We don't blame you." Sari comforted the Prime as best as she could.

When Sari realized Bee wasn't going to come back or be rescued, it shattered her heart. Her best friend and first real friend was gone, it kicked in the feeling of depression just like when she lost her dad for a few months 3 years ago. At least she got to make things right with him, even though there were still a few tense moments about it. She is 12 now and still growing up slowly, but only uses her key during emergencies. No point in an upgrade when the only one who wanted one was Bee, and it be no fun if he wasn't here.

Sari looked up at Optimus, understanding this was harder for him than the others, even harder than Bulkhead. She gave him hug with her tiny body, Optimus looking down at her and giving a small smile, patting her back gently with his larger hand.

"You don't have to worry about me. I'll be ok, Sari." Optimus did try to reassure her, but he was sure it didn't work.

The 2 were a bit caught off guard as a knock came onto the door, Ratchet sliding it open and standing by it. The medic didn't want to come in as he was still hurt about Bee's kidnapping, yet didn't want to disturb the Prime's mourning, but he needed to come and inform him of Steelhaven's arrival.

"Optimus, they're here. Ultra Magnus is also requesting to see you for some reason." Ratchet informed. Optimus nodded and got up with Sari in his hands, handing her to Ratchet as he made his way outside the base. Prowl and Bulkhead were just now coming back themselves.

"Hey bossbot. How's it going?" Bulkhead greeted Optimus first, but noticed his leader was feeling a bit down.

"I'm alright. We'll talk later though." Optimus transformed and began to ride over to Steelhaven's landing spot. Bulkhead waved goodbye and gave a worried look, Prowl walked over to the large green mech and patted his servo reassuringly, not speaking and went to his own berth room.

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After a few minutes with a bit of traffic in the way, The Prime made his way to the giant ship, tranforming back into root mode while approaching Steelhaven and walking inside. Only issue being Sentinel was here too...that stupid fragging glitch head.

Sentinel was smirking down, that same ego filled smirk, the stupid look that a mech gave when he thought he was far above every bot else...Optimus didn't even know why he ever considered him a friend. He was no help at all when Bee was labeled M.I.A. Pit, Sentinel never cared for any mech that wasn't all benefit for him, he just got away with doing what he wanted just because he had the skill and talk to do so.

It was just another reminder for the Prime that even the worst were somehow better than him...

"Optimus. The washout of Primes. It's about time Ultra Magnus talked to you about your little failing crusade." Sentinel spoke in his usual high confidence, sparky remarking tone. Optimus just ignored the blue and orange Prime, walking past him as he headed to the head of the ship to face Ultra Magnus, Sentinel not far behind.

"Honestly, it hurts to see this happen to you, old friend. However, the High Council needs a mech like me. Some bot clearly capable of handling business and leading like a true Prime, and not a mech like you who can't even keep a mech safe-"

"Are you DONE? I am not in the mood..." Optimus shut Sentinel up, not bothering to look back as he walked down the corridors, approaching the door where Ultra Magnus was waiting.

"Well forgive me for telling the truth! Not my fault that I was always the better mech! At least I can keep ahold of my team." Now that was unnecessary, but its Sentinel, what did Optimus expect? Optimus wanted to punch him, but didn't even give Sentinel the reaction he was looking for.

Optimus walked into the main control room, going to speak with Ultra Magnus as the doors shut behind him, not bothering to look back to see Sentinel's smug smirk. Ultra Magnus was currently looking over some status reports, receiving the latest news from the High Council, Longarm Prime also sending him the latest reports on the attacks being done to any Labor Grounds or Outpost. Things were not looking well for the Autobots, but they weren't giving up. They had a few victories so far, including a few well-prepared attacks to hold the Cons off, but they needed more.

However, Ultra Magnus can put it on hold for a temporary moment, turning to the Red and Blue Prime that stood before him, wanting to discuss a very important matter with Optimus. The room was silent as Optimus stood before Ultra Magnus, not looking up at him, expecting to be reprimanded for his choices and be demoted. He didn't know what to expect, but probably nothing good...

"Optimus. Do you know why I called for you here?" Ultra Magnus spoke first, looking down at the mech who still refused to look at him.

"...No sir, I do not...but I assume it's to demote me?" Optimus said, looking up at his leader, who, surprisingly, shook his head.

"While I should, that is not why. I wanted to speak with you about a certain offer I am proposing." Ultra Magnus took a step closer, making Optimus confused now.

"I called you here to discuss your position and offer you something far more suitable, better even perhaps. This will reshape your future and may even fix the mistakes that had been made." Ultra Magnus explained, Optimus just seemed unsure and confused still.

"Alright...what is the offer?" 

"...to become my Apprentice and Acylote."

"Wait....what...?" Optimus was now jaw dropped and in utter disbelief, as Ultra Magnus continued...

"Under 2 conditions, the first being that you will be publicly known as a demoted Prime now named Orion Pax. This is just to be sure no bots like Sentinel start an uproar." Ultra Magnus explained the first condition, even he knew how bothersome Sentinel can be...

Yet, Optimus remained speechless, did he hear him correctly? Ultra Magnus, offering him a chance by taking him under his servo to guide and teach him, with the cost of being ranked down to the public? Something didn't feel right about it...

"I don't mean to question you sir, but why? After everything and every failure I have done? What is your reasoning?" Optimus asked, Ultra Magnus slowly turning to face the confused and saddened Prime.

"I feel as if you have lost your way. You failed due to not being prepared, yet you carry a burden that is not your own. We all lose a mech or 2 when it comes to war, Optimus. However, after thinking it all over and taking the advice of another, I considered giving you a chance at redemption. To truly teach you the ways of being a real hero, a figure the mechs and femmes of Cybertron can look up to, to teach you things not even Sentinel would know of." Ultra Magnus explained as he approached Optimus, gently placing his servo on his shoulder armor, and looking him deep into his optics.

"I will teach you, yet you must claim the position of no longer being a Prime. This will remain in secret, even from your team. For now, in the optics of everybot else, you are, Orion Pax. In secret, you are Optimus Prime, my Acolyte." Ultra Magnus said in a prideful tone, giving a small smirk as Optimus' optics became wider in shock...

This is a lot to process at once. Optimus, an Acolyte for Ultra Magnus? Optimus didn't want to reject the offer, yet he felt as if he didn't deserve it. Before more could be discussed or the second condition could be told, Jazz hurried inside.

"I hate to interrupt, but there's an emergency downtown. Prowl wanted me to come get Optimus asap." Jazz informed the 2, looking at Optimus and wondering what he'll do.

Optimus looked at Jazz, then looked back at Ultra Magnus for an answer, who waved his servo and nodded.

"Go ahead. We will continue this discussion later." Ultra Magnus dismissed Optimus and turned away. Jazz and Prime headed out to go handle the emergency.

Once they were gone, Ultra Magnus turned around, pressing a single button on the keyboard, calling Longarm Prime. Longarm answered within a few nanoseconds, he was busy, but answered the called.

"Ah, Ultra Magnus, I was just finishing looking over the last status reports of the recent attacks, and I did as you asked." Longarm informed.

"And you are sure he was nowhere to be found?" Ultra Magnus asked, needing to be sure before he offered the second condition.

"Yes sir, not a single sighting of him. I truly and fearfully believe the Decepticons have offline Bumblebee for good. Unless they're hiding him or keeping him in prison." Longarm informed, looking over the datapads, including the ones he tampered with in secret.

To the Autobots, Bee has been long gone, probably had gone offline, or suffering a fate worse than death. Of course, Shockwave knew that wasn't the case, and he couldn't wait to get back to New Kaon to torture him some more. Ever since the day where Longarm suggested keeping Bee MIA while acting like he disgustingly cared for the mech, Ultra Magnus has kept his word(which even surprised Shockwave) and made sure Longarm himself went through any reports of any Decepticon attacks to see if there was a chance of finding Bee or getting information about it.

Not much of a surprise to any of the Autobots, that they couldn't find anything, or at least Longarm couldn't find anything. Now Shockwave knew that the brightly colored minibot was now being allowed to go more on the training missions, especially since Bumblebee had killed a mech (which also surprised Shockwave). Though, the obnoxious little aft always stuck out because of the Primus awful paint job. So, to keep up the act, he edited Bee out of any recordings. 

No one ever doubted him as Longarm and often glazed over his work with how skillful he was, so of course no mech ever realized it was tampered and edited. Primus how Shockwave hated it yet found it so sickenly amusing all at once. Although, he had to ask...

"May I ask sir, why are you offering this position to the Optimus Prime? He's done nothing but fail and risked the lives of other mechs." Longarm Prime asked curiously, Ultra Magnus merely turned away.

"You will see within time. For now, wait for my command to label the scout as offline, I would like an answer first." Ultra Magnus stated, keeping his thoughts to himself for now. As much as he trusted the intelligent mech with this information, he had his own intentions and agenda as well.

"Very well. Longarm out." Longarm ended the call, signing annoyance in his office, looking at the data pad of the latest recording. Bee was there, clear as day, trying to stay out of the way and running in a panic with other Cons in training that were having fun. Longarm transformed into Shockwave, scoffing as he began to edit it once more.

"Either way, it won't matter...he's as good as dead." Shockwave spoke to himself and began to erase Bumblebee from the recorded video.

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It was within half an hour, Optimus and Jazz reached Dino-bot Island, transforming into root mode and began walking into the forest. According to Jazz, Team Prime got 2 alerts, that Meltdown had been found, and the Dino-Bots were causing a ruckus again. The rest of the team should already have arrived, letting Prowl and Bulkhead handle the Dino-Bots while Ratchet & Sari searched.

It didn't take long for them to reach the mechs and Dino's, Prowl and Bulkhead trying to get answers with Ratcher & Sari off elsewhere.

"So, you guys saw Meltdown?" Bulkhead asked, Grimlock nodding in his Dino mode with his other 2 companions, Snoop and Snarl.

"Yes Yes! But Grimlock not tell!" Grimlock stated loudly, showing he wasn't gonna speak as to what he saw.

"Man, you guys' sure deal with a lot of stuff down here." Jazz commented as he and Optimus approached, Prowl hummed in agreement as he began to update the 2.

"Apparently, Meltdown has been here for some time now, they all know, but won't say why yet. Ratchet and Sari are in Meltdown's old lab for any clues." Prowl said, turning back to Grimlock.

"Hmm...Grimlock, are you sure you can't speak about it?" Optimus asked, Grimlock, Snoop, and Snarl shook their helms no.

"No! We promise pretty lady not to!" Grimlock spoke up, which got their attention immediately. 

"Who's "pretty lady"?" Bulkhead asked, Snoop and Snarl quickly tried to jump Grimlock to shut him up, but Grimlock smacked them away with his large tail.

"I no tell! Pretty Lady said so! Keep you here till she done!" Grimlock said, looking prideful like he didn't just give away obvious hints.

Before they could press for more, Ratchet and Sari returned, holding a datapad yet appearing to be in a bit of a rush.

"You guys need to this! Spider lady is back!" Sari shouted as Ratchet handed over the datapad.

"Turns out she's been hiding for over a year, planning to get back at Meltdown and to use him again for her own gain. She's been hiding in the dark while making plans on to leave the planet, and I don't like what she's planning..." Ratchet spoke in his usually gruffy voice, they all began to look it over.

It was a bit messy and scrambled, yet easy to understand just what Black Arachnia was planning this time, and it was something alright. The half-organic Con was planning to use Protoforms for her next experiment, ones that hadn't even onlined yet, to use their frames while offline to perform more of her organic experiments, but why is the question. Optimus was shocked and horrified by this discovery, he did not think his once closest friend would even plan on committing such a crime.

It is HIGHLY illegal on Cybertron, hell, anywhere in any form of Autobot territory to tamper and mess with deactivated Protoforms. They were very valuable, practically unborn sparklings if the spark of another mech isn't transfered into one. Starscream first did it by making clones of himself, which was very upsetting to discover, but to find Arachnia was going to plan much worse? They had to find a way to stop her.

Optimus shook his helm, trying to keep calm, he needed to speak with Elita-! Black Arachnia, stop her, maybe even get her the help she needed....but, what if he can't? Self-doubt began to creep into the Prime's processor, the worry and fear of failing once more. He could lose Arachnia for good like how he lost Bee. Is that why he was worried?

Prowl was the first to immeditaely pick-up Optimus' hesitation and worry, so he decided to speak up for him and question the Dinobots.

"Listen. We need to know where Black Arachnia is. Can you please help us?" Prowl asked the 3 once more, but Grimlock refused to talk.

"NO! Me like Spider-Lady! Me not tell!" Grimlock was being stubborn and refused to cooperate and help.

"So, you admit this uh..."Spider-Lady"? Is there anything you CAN tell us?" Jazz decided to speak up now, interested with these weird looking mechs.

"Uuuuhhh...spider-lady had friend! Yeah!"

"We know about her "friend", but where did her and friend go?" Sari asked, raising her eyebrow in annoyance. Optimus then got a notification, from Sentinel?

"Uh, Optimus, your needed back in this organic filled place over here!" Sentinel nearly shouted, grunting in pain, he could also hear the Jettwins groaning in pain, was there a fight going on?

"Sentinel, what's going on?" Optimus asked, hearing more clashing and grunts of fighting.

"Just get over here before our afts are melted and scrapped!" Sentinel shouted, fighting off whoever was on the other end, and Optimus knew who it was....

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The giant organic mech landed in front of the unoccupied Autobot base, transforming from her spider mode to her root mode, and walked towards the door with her "cargo".

"I'll be borrowing a bit of this slime." Black Arachnia hissed, using a handheld switch to shrink the force shield bubble she kept Meltdown trapped in, adjusting it to make small enough holes for the acid to drip through as she placed his bubble against the door.

The acid slowly melted through the door, letting her walk inside freely with Meltdown. She knew she didn't have enough time, so the spider began to search quickly to find the medbay and Optimus' quarters. Black Arachnia knew the plan and waited for a perfect time to do it, though it took her longer than expected since gathering up all of Meltdown's remains in his old lab was a pain in the aft to do.

Meltdown groaned as he watched the spider robot search in a frantic yet careful manner, if only he could melt her and escape this stupid imprisoned bubble. It was the same protective force field that kept Sumdac Tower safe when he first gained his acidic abilities, the same force field that those annoying bots trapped him in to stop him from succeeding in killing the old Professor Sumdac. Now here he was again, all because this ugly half-organic robot was determined to catch him again without getting hurt.

Oh, how humiliating it made him feel to be in this predicament. If he had a Nickle for every time it happened, it wouldn't be a lot, but it's strange how it kept happening.

Black Arachnia searched through each room to find what she was looking for, a datapad and an extraction device, she needed it for the experiment. If she was correct, Megatron's old ship should be somewhere on this organic planet's moon, with fresh protoforms still inside it, if Starscream hasn't used them all up already. Yes, she been watching and listening from afar, finding interesting information, including about the yellow minibot's kidnapping to New Kaon thanks to Megatron's escape. It upset her for some reason, not that she cared for the obnoxious minibot, but the fact Optimus once again let someone he "cared" about yet again. It's almost like the red and blue Prime just enjoys doing this during the worst situations.

"Are you going to take long? I like to leave this bubble soon you know." Meltdown spoke up in annoyance, he rather rot in prison than do this, or at least commit to his own sinister plans his way.

"Hush, I'm just trying to find a few things to borrow." Black Archnia cooed, opening another door and managed to find the medbay. She grinned a bit and began to search, knowing the medic had something for her to use.

"I still don't understand why you need me for any of this. My physical form can't last long and all you have seem to use me for is for my acid..." Meltdown continued, raising up his barely kept together hand that was falling apart. While Arachnia did get him back together to trap him, his body was not withstanding on its own like it used to after Optimus stopped him last time.

"Trust me, you have a great purpose. Now be quiet." Black Arachnia didn't bother looking back at him, searching through the cabins and barrels, making a small triumph sound when she found what she needed. It was a small extraction device with a needle and bottle added to it, with some modification she can make it better. 

Arachnia stored it away in her own subspace for now, taking a few medical items as well, and quickly made her way out to find Optimus' quarters now. She didn't have to search far, setting Meltdown's bubble a side, practically pushing and rolling him out the way as she hurried inside to get what she needed. The spider femme searched through the multiple datapads, searching the for information she needed to collect and download.

"Can we go already? I'm getting a headache just being near you and being trapped in this bubble." Meltdown complained once more.

"Oh will you shut up already!? I just need this one little thing..." Black Arachnia hissed at Meltdown, turning her attention to the data before her, gathering what she can and began to gather all the information she needed. Arachnia found it and transfered what she needed into a device she made, just a small data storage cube to keep anything "important".

Black Arachnia got what she needed at last, now for the more difficult part...

She grabbed Meltdown and left the plant, transforming and hurrying off. She jumped from rooftop to rooftop, her spider limps clinging on each concrete. Meltdown just did his best to keep the bubble steady, groaning in annoyance as his body fell apart more, he was already struggling to maintaining it. 

After a few minutes, Black Arachnia made her leap off a building and onto the ground, standing in front of the Steelhaven ship. While it would be nice to take the large bulky ship for herself, it be too much of hassle and job to do so. What she was going to do though, is to take one of the emergency escape ships. It wasn't large or fancy, but big enough to make her escape and get across through space. She approached, ready for anything ready to attack and come her way, jumping on top of the Steelhaven ship and transforming back.

Arachnia pulled out the handheld switch once more, adjusting the bubble once more to melt away the metal and get inside.

Inside Steelhaven, Ultra Magnus was going over the latest Autobot reports of the Cons attacking. The Jettwins were chit chatting and messing around a bit but tried to be serious anytime Sentinel Prime passed by to make sure they were working hard. Sentinel....was lazing around in his own quarters, thinking about how "amazing" he is.

Then the alarms began to ring and go off as red lights flashed, getting all of their attention. Sentinel left his quarters, getting his weapon and shield while comm.linking the twins to get ready for battle.

"Where is the threat!?" Sentinel shouted, hurrying down a hallway, stopping midway as a black figure jumped down, pushing some weird looking bubble with slime inside of it to the side.

"...Elita!?" Sentinel Prime realized, ready to attack the ugly bot before him. Optimus did tell Sentinel about Black Arachnia one evening, there was some shocks and some shouts, but Sentinel came to accept it. Though, it seemed like Optimus was more impressed that Sentinel even believed him. 

"It's BLACK ARACHNIA. I'm surprised you remember after you and Optimus abandoned me. But I'm not here to dwell on the past..." Arachnia attacked, shooting her webs at Sentinel and disarming him with ease. Sentinel groaned as he flew back, slamming into the wall behind him down the corridor hallway as he got trapped in the strong silky webs.

"SENTINEL PRIME SIR!" The Jettwins shouted, arriving and looking down the hallway, seeing a giant strange looking femme Con.

"D-don't stand there! Attack and arrest her!" Sentinel commanded, the twins nodded and rushed into battle. Jetstorm used his ability to make a strong storming blast of air, Jetfire adding to it with his fire ability, the 2 sending a blast of air and fire.

Black Arachnia jumped back up through the hole to dodge the blast, Meltdown wasnt as lucky, the bubble did protect him, but it shouted as he rolled away and bounced down the long corridor hallway. The bouncing down another, unable to get the bubble back in control, he felt like puking but was not about to sit in his own puke with his acid. While he was struggling with that, Arachnia jumped back down, shooting her webs at the twins and began to make a run for it. The Jettwins pursued after her, Sentinel struggled to break free and began to chase after as well.

Meltdown bumped hard into a wall, groaning and hissing in pain, barely a puddle now.

"When I get out of here, I am going to make sure that stupid spider is nothing but acidic mush..." Meltdown muttered to himself, struggling to regain a decent form yet again. Arachnia wasn't far behind, using her web to pull the bubble towards her, swooshing Meltdown around.

"CAN YOU HANDLE ME MORE GENTLY!?"

"OH SHUT UP!" Arachnia and Meltdown shouted at each other, Arachnia used her handheld device to once more use the bubble to her advantage, making tiny enough holes to spray the acid at the door.

Jetstorm barely made it a ped in, groaning and hissing as some of the acid hit his frame. Jetfire immeditaley caught Jetstorm before he fell down, dragging his brother away. 

"Brother! Is you ok!?" Jetfire asked, not paying attention as Arachnia approached and shot at the 2 with one of her webs. They groaned and were stuck together in a sticky ball, rolling down the hallway. Sentinel was hiding himself behind a wall, having just comm.link Optimus for help, he got his shield ready and charged forward with a shout, ramming Arachnia in the doorway. Black Arachnia groaned as she was tackled, dropping Meltdown as she tried to stand her ground, and Meltdown ended up bouncing away with a shout.

"Give up now! I command you to surrender!" Sentinel shouted, pushing Arachnia further into the room, ready to beat her if needed.

"Ugh! You were always such an egotistical moron!" The spider femme used her spider antennas and stabbed Sentinel from above, getting right as his neck and used her venom to paralyze him. 

Sentinel groaned loudly, falling down in pain and unable to move his joints, with Arachnia "borrowing" his abilities. She quickly used her webs to wrap up Sentinel and used her strength to toss him out the room, then shut the door and locked it so no more mechs followed her. Ultra Magnus arrived, hurrying down the hallways and finding most of his Elite Guard tied up, down on the ground with a few injuries. He hurried to free them from the webs, glancing up at the locked door and realizing the culprit fled in there.

"How did this happen?" Ultra Magnus asked, Sentinel groaned, trying to speak, but gave up before he could get a word out of his vocalizer.

"It's Con sir! Femme broke in!" Jetstorm shouted, Jetfire tried to use his ability to burn the webs, but it wasn't working for some reason. Ultra Magnus came over and freed the twins.

"What we do sir? Con could escape!" Jetfire asked, helping his brother up.

"I need you 2 to go find Jazz, if he's with Optimus and his team, bring them back as well." Ultra Magnus ordered. The twins nodded and ran as fast as they could. Magnus turned his attention back to the orange and blue Prime on the floor, who just whined pathetically while still paralyzed.

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Optimus and his team hurried back to Steelhaven, breaking many traffic laws to get there. Jazz was trying to get ahold of them, but couldn't get a good signal.

"I can't get ahold of any of them!" Jazz said, hoping the Jettwins would be ok at least, not that he didn't care for Sentinel or Magnus, but those 2 were younger.

"What do you think Black Arachnia is planning this time?" Bulkhead asked outloud as they hurringly pulled up to Steelhaven, transforming back and hurrying inside.

"Who cares? Let's just put a stop to it!" Sari shouted, clinging onto Ratchet. They didn't get far inside, almost running helm first into the Jettwins.

"MASTER JAZZ! OPTIMUS PRIME!" The Jettwins shouted, looking concerned.

"You 2 alright? What happened?" Jazz asked them, taking notice of the acidic damage Jetstorm took. 

"Con femme broke inside! She run to emergency ship!" Jetfire spoke up, pointing down the hallway.

"Right, let's hurry. Lead the way." Optimus ordered, letting the Jettwins lead the way as they all hurried down the corridors. 

Upon arriving, they made it outside the door that was once shut lock, now busted open with Arachnia, Meldown, and Ultra Magnus nowhere in sight. Sentinel groaned, trying to force his joints to at least move, but all he was doing was cramping up wires, overheating his circuitry.

"Stop that you idiot! Let me see!" Ratchet shouted, kneeling down beside the Prime and scanning his injuries to try to find a way to unparalyzed him. Sari couldn't use her key to fix Sentinel though.

"Yeesh, I'm surprised you let her get the drop on ya." Sari commented with a small smile. Sentinel rolled his optics.

"Just shut up and help me! Catch that stupid spider while you're at it!" Sentinel whined and hissed through his denta.

"Where is Ultra Magnus? Where did they go?" Prowl asked, stepping through the busted door and examining the room. He gasped to see Ultra Magnus down on the ground, groaning and suffering from a few injuries from Meltdown's acid.

"Uh, Racthet!?" Bulkhead notified the CMO, Ratchet got up and stepped in the room, hurrying over to Ultra Magnus and tended to his injuries. Thankfully it was bare minimum, but he did take quite the physical hit. Sari rushed over with her key to help aid him as well. That still didn't explain where Arachnia was...

"Where did she go? This room is a dead end..." Optimus spoke to himself, looking around, taking note just how dark it was...

Then, a bright light appeared above the wall, the room began to shake with all the mechs trying to hold onto something and stand their ground, Ratchet grabbing Sari before she accidentally got stepped on. A door next to Optimus opened and a shield covered in acid flew out, spraying everywhere, the mechs groaning, shouting in pain, hissing as the drop of acid hit them as they tried to protect their faceplates. 

Arachnia got into the spare emergency ship, smirking and used the Autopilot system to take off. Meltdown was still in his bubble prison, strapped down to a corner as the ship began to remove itself from Steelhaven. Optimus, who too was protecting his helm from the flying acid surprise attack, quickly jumped onto the open latch as the spare ship started to take off.

"Optimus? Taking a little flight?" Black Arachnia smirked at him, her tease with a small purr at the end.

"Black Arachnia-!...Elita. Stop this, please. I know what you're planning, you can't do this." Optimus tried to reason with her, hoping he didn't have to lose her again. Black Arachnia frowned, approaching Optimus.

"Aww, come now, you know I can't do that. I need to do this...but...you haven't tried to stop me. Is it the guilt again?" Black Arachnia smirked more, coming closer and closer.

"Guilt for leaving you behind because Sentinel and I thought you fell offline? Perhaps, but-!"

"Oh sweetspark, this isn't just about me. After all, you did let that kid down, he was so young, despite his odd choice for wanting a bright yellow paint job." That really hurt... 

Optimus went quiet, a frown forming on his face as Black Arachnia now stood inches before the Prime, frowning and hugging him, gently rubbing his back plates like she was comforting a distressed sparkling

"You know its your fault, he was so young, but so naive to trust you. But maybe he'll forgive you for failing him one day. Believe me, if he has potential, then he's online." Black Arachnia spoke gently, almost comfortingly through her harsh taunting words, but the last sentence was truth. While she had her doubts about the minibot, if he was alive and going through the same process as her, then he'll be alive, just no longer the same.

Optimus stood there frozen, shaking a bit, remembering the day he lost Bee, along with losing Elita. It still hurt, the guilt eating him, but Arachnia was somewhat correct. Bumblebee wasn't naive, Optimus was just a failure of a mech with false hopes and promises. Then Ultra Magnus wants to make him an Acolyte? This is just some cruel way of punishment by Primus himself.

Black Arachnia pulled away, leaning up to give a small kiss to Optimus' cheek ridges, and roughly pushed him out of the flying ship. Optimus snapped back to reality, shouting as he lost his footing and fell backwards, plummeting to the ground and falling on his aft. He wasnt that far from the earth's ground, but it still hurt. Prime groaned and weakly got up, looking up at Arachnia for the last time.

"Sorry Optimus, but I got places to be..." Black Arachnid smirked, the latch closing as she made a break for it, using the spare ship to fly off and leave this organic planet for good, with Meltdown as her captive...

Optimus watched as the ship faded away into the sky and stars, the only ones who would be able to even catch up would be the Jettwins, but they were stuck on the ground and still on Steelhaven. Black Arachnia got away. Optimus couldn't even bother, she got away, nothing could be done. He got weakly got up with a grunt, gently touching his cheek where Black Arachnia kissed him, blushing a small shade of pink for a moment as he remembered her words, the blush fading away instantly...

Optimus turned around and saw his team, they all saw Black Arachnia get away with Meltdown in tow, but they checked on their Bossbot first.

"You alright Prime?" Ratchet asked, checking him for any injuries.

"I should be asking all of you that." Optimus said, giving the medic a reassuring smile. They heard more rushing peds approaching. Sentinel, Jazz, the Twins, and Ultra Magnus were also not far behind.

And as always, Sentinel was throwing a gasket over it...

"You let her get away! And with that gross acidic human! How much of a slaggin failure are you!?" Sentinel shouted at the red and blue Prime marching up to him.

"Nothing could be done, and don't blame me when she also got the jump on your team." Optimus pointed out, the others defending him.

"Yeah! Bossbot isn't to blame!" Bulkhead defended, getting in front of Optimus.

"So why don't you take your weak ego and get it stroked somewhere else!" Sari also gave her own snarky comeback, definitely hurting Sentinel's little feelings.

"WHY YOU-!"

"Enough Sentinel. I will discuss and handle this with Optimus." Ultra Magnus intervened, stepping forward and going to Optimus.

Sentinel was a bit taken aback yet didn't dare speak up. He muttered Cybertronian curse words before walking off. Everyone watched, wondering what was happening, but they were also told to leave.

"The rest of you return to Steelhaven. Medic Ratchet, you may use the supplies from the ship to aid these bots, I will come by for any aid once I am finished speaking with Optimus Prime." Ultra Magnus commands, which even shocked Ratchet. However, they all nod and leave, leaving Ultra Magnus and Optimus alone once more.

Optimus knew why. It was about the offer he had been given, but could he really accept it? Even now, he had failed his team and Ultra Magnus. He couldn't stop Black Arachnia from escaping with a dangerous hostage. Despite his failures yet again, Ultra Magnus looked down at him with a glint of hope in his eyes.

"Do not fret upon the escape of Elita and the organic human she took. She chose this path, do not dwell upon it. May your failures be a reminder of something you can overcome and learn." Ultra Magnus stated and reassured Optimus, and now it was the Prime's turn to be shocked.

"B-but sir, I still failed. All I have done is failed..."

"Maybe so, but I will still offer you this position as my acolyte on the account you accept the 2 conditions I offered. The first, as I stated earlier this cycle, is that you are publicly deranked while learning under my servo."

"And...the other?"

"...You must label your once Scout Bumblebee as Offline." Optimus was appalled by the second condition Ultra Magnus given.

Being deranked in the name of the public? That he can do, and he would deserve it even if not becoming an Apprientice for Ultra Magnus. Yet to give up on Bumblebee like that? Yes, it's been 3 years, but it still only felt like yesterday. Optimus couldn't, even then, a part of him sometimes hoped Bee would come back, that he was safe and barely changed. He couldn't give up on the brightly colored minibot like that.

"I...I can't do that sir." Optimus Prime spoke up a disdain voice, taking a step back. 

"I understand you may not wish to, however-!"

"No! I can't!" Optimus shouted, it was the first time he's ever even dared to raise his voice at his Commander. Ultra Magnus nearly stared at the Red and Blue Prime, hearing his words yet showed no emotion, stone-faced as always.

"H-He...H-he's still online, I know he is! I know it seems it has been long enough to give up, but I cannot do that! I would be abandoning him and show I never thought of him once! If he returned now, he would be outraged to think his fellow Autobots, his friends, his family just...it's abolition sir." Optimus ranted, frowning and glaring all at once as he looked down at the ground, feeling defeated.

The Prime didn't want to surrender the possibility of Bee returning home one day, he dreaded to imagine the portrayal of betrayal on the minibot's faceplates. He could be offered all of Cybertron and none of it will fill the missing spot Bee took in his spark like the rest of his team did. 

"I hate you..."

Even when remembering those spark-aching final words, Optimus didn't want to. He still needed to make it right with Bumblebee, about everything. In his silence, Magnus took the chance to speak up...

"I understand the difficult emotions you are experiencing, the feeling of a burden and guilt you are carrying. The thought of relinquishing your Scout would be a sign of showing you never considered him as your own...but you must understand..." Ultra Magnus approached, putting his servo on Optimus' shoulder, making the Prime look up.

"I offer this to teach you that you must let the past go and those who were a part of it. We have other lives to consider, the future of Cybertron and even this organic planet to consider. If you dwell on the failure of not being able to save him, you will fall into the pit of despair and never see what you approach. I may have not shown the cogitation over you and your bots, your choices, and your past. However...I am offering you a chance to give you future, one where you can be the leader you desire to be, to show solicitousness in it...but you must let the past go." Ultra Magnus spoke his words of his truth and his belief.

Optimus looked torn, at war with himself, the conflicting battle within his optics and processor. Was Magnus right? Is he dwelling on this too much? He remembered how he grieved over the loss of Elita before she became Black Arachnia, he still blamed himself for not being able to rescue her. The guilt carried on within him even when given the chance to continue running his own team, it may have just been repairing space bridges, yet it gave him the chance to form new bonds and learn many new experiences despite the burden he carried.

The only 3 questions he really asked himself though, is it worth it? Would he be ok with it? Would Bumblebee be ok with it? For the longest time, he thought Elita offline, she may have come back with the change as a Decepticon, but she was alive. What about Bee though? His mouth, attitude, and actions always got him in trouble. He never listened and did what he wanted, even at the cost of nearly getting hurt or hurting others, whether intentionally or accidentally. Bee would lie and sometimes boast to show he could do everything just as much as the others could. So....what if Bee was offline? 

Optimus hated the thought, but for once he was thinking realistically...Bumblebee is most likely offline. Long gone the day he was taken...he wouldn't have survived a day...

"....what if this is the wrong choice?" Optimus whispered, Magnus's servo slightly tightened on Prime's shoulder.

"Then may it be the one that becomes potential for greatness. Even when in failure, we can find success within it. All I need is a yes or no." Ultra Magnus spoke deep yet genuine.

Optimus looked down, his frown becoming stern as he sighed, looking back up and giving a forceful nod. He hoped Bumblebee would forgive him...

Ultra Magnus gave a small smile and gestured Optimus to follow him back to Steelhaven, they would discuss more and begin making a schedule. As they headed back, Ultra Magnus reminded himself to give Longarm the notification to label Bumblebee offline for good. It's time to move on anyways...

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The ship arrived at the moon, Black Arachnia making sure Meltdown at least had oxygen so his pathetic acidic organic body could breathe, for now of course. She left him on the spare ship, looking around Megatron's old ship that crashed over 50 stellar cycles ago. She looked and looked, soon finding all the spare Protoforms left behind.

Black Arachnia began to use her spider webs to carefully tie them up one by one without activating them, carefully cocooning them for later usage. Ah, yes, everything was going according to plan, she'll soon be all Bot again and maybe even have a few, more loyal "subjects" to follow her.

Once she got to a safer place, Arachnia could kill Meltdown for good as a small payback for betraying her 3 years ago, and to take some of his acidic DNA to make a new batch of mechs with organic abilities. No one was gonna stop her, not even Megatron...

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3 Stellar Cycles, constant training and learning to cope, and Bumblebee felt like he was running on limited sanity. With all the back-and-forth training missions, the failed escape attempts in secret while trying to play it off as Bee doing his own thing, which he was but not in his favor. The Cons still mocked, belittled him, and held him down as he struggled to break free. Everything just sucked, but the yellow minibot was managing.

Starscream was making of more an appearance, Bumblebee didn't know why he always wanted to come along on their training missions just to try and steal all the "credit", but he couldn't bother to care for the SIC at the moment. Blitzwing was still helpful, Bee was even starting to find comfort in seeing him. Sure, the walls between them were still high and both knew what the other was doing(mostly Blitz), yet when you feel alone in an extremely dangerous place that forces you to cooperate, Bee didn't have many options. Mayhem, Anarchy, Detritus, and the twins Vixen and Virago were ok. Not exactly "friend" worthy, but more of "acquaintances" for Bumblebee personally. The only 2 looking out for him if not Blitzwing was Mayhem and Anarchy. Bee didn't know why they were kind enough to him, so he had no reason to be mean back, but he didn't want to get attached or too close.

This is a war that Bee has to forcible participate in after all and on the wrong side of the fence too. In all honesty, he realized he can't risk having a personal relationship with them, seeing the Autobots they had to fight in training die before him, added with the old former Autobots of their training group also died from his servos. The former scout knew it wasn't his fault, other than the accident of killing an Autobot during the first training mission, but he felt responsible for their lives. For the first one that tried to friend him before getting beheaded. For the ones that wanted to escape, even if one of them tried to throw him under the bus. For the Autobot's life he took by accident with own servos, and the many others he had to witness during the other training missions. 

Bumblebee was determined to survive no matter how bad he wanted to give up, even when having dark thoughts of wanting to end it all himself, he couldn't. Even if earning the label as a Decepticon, he was going to make sure they were remembered, and he was going to get out of here. For now, it was time for the next big test to determine if he got more freedom or more painful shackles.

It was an early sunrise, the air chilly as New Kaon's sun rayed and warmed the Decepticons in training. Today was the last test to see if these Cons were worthy to move up and onto Tier 3, decide who was truly strong and get the upgrades they needed, or see who will be kept in place and be nothing but a mere guardsmech. Every bot was in line, this test would be about speed, intelligence, and strength. 

The first test was speed, simple enough for a mech like Bumblebee. He was in line standing between Mayhem and another Decepticon. Bee blocked out any surrounding sounds, inhaling and exhaling as he got into running position. He knew what to do. 

"GO!" Slipstream screeched and the speed race began. 

The Decepticons were bigger and were fast enough, but Bumblebee knew he was faster. He sprinted, dashing through the obstacles before him, jumping over and ducking under, even having to jump on a Con's back again to get over another climbing wall. All Bee had to do was not get crushed, other than that, he weaved through the Cons legs and past them, reaching first place at the end.

The yellow minibot panted, that race felt like a practice warm-up, he watched as more came across the finish line. Oilslick scoffed over on the side, not happy that Bee made it first place, but had a feeling that wasn't gonna last much longer. Slipstream stepped forth once she determined the number of mechs who would move to the next part of the test, 5 of the Cons were disqualified and told to go frag themselves as they were left to cry about it.

"Line up! Next test!" Slipstream shouted as everyone got in line to follow her lead, taking them inside a large storage unit that was cleared out for today.

Inside was several datapads spread out, each Con went to a spot to sit and fill it out. Bee grabbed his spot in the middle, looking down at the information on the datapad. It was some sort of Q&A with barcodes to fill in. Oilslick began to explain what it's for.

"This is a test of intelligence. You will be given a prompt and scenario on what to do in each situation, each barcode is a simple yes, no, and maybe. There is a catch to each barcode, so figure it out. 10 minutes is all you slackers get. Start!" Oilslick explained and began, each of them hurriedly began to fill out to test.

Bee looked at his, realizing how many questions there was exactly, and 10 minutes definitely wasn't enough time to answer each one if he has to read through it all. He looked at the barcodes and picked up pen to scan each one he saw, however, it didn't take long to realize exactly what the twist was. As he scanned through each barcode, Bee noticed a pattern, most of these prompts were asking the same question in different wording, plus the barcode changed spots each time. 

Bumblebee glanced at the other Cons, noticing how some were filling in the same barcode and thought it was the correct answer. Some of them did catch on and began to speedrun through the test, some were still struggling to understand, and some were ready to give up as the 10 minutes slowly counted down. Bee took a silent deep breath and looked at the datapad, giving his full attention to the test and quickly filled in each barcode that was the correct one. Most of these prompts were the same, what to do against an Autobot, what to do in battle, who was our leader, and to fight for the Decepticon cause. 

Simple enough as Bee swiftly got through each answer. It took at least 8 minutes, yet once he got all the questions filled in, he set his datapad down, the remaining timer ticking as most of the Cons in training already finished or just now finishing. Bee sat in silence until the timer went off. 2 mechs and 2 femmes didn't complete it in time, automatically disqualifying them. While they were escorted out in shame and embarrassment, Oilslick checked over the results and surprisingly enough, only 2 other mechs failed the test, they were pushed out and disqualified. Everybot else either barely passed or passed with a nice score.

"Not bad...there is still a handful of you that are either going to fail or make it with those with real potential..." Oilslick hissed his words and gave a glare directly at Bumblebee, who gave a glare back at the acidic mech. 

"However, we still have the final test. At least half of you remaining will be eliminated at most. So, get in line and out on the field!" Oilslick shouted, the group stood up in unison, getting in line to head outside and to the fighting grounds.

Upon arriving, they noticed a large white painted square around the roughed-up grounds, added with a barrel of sticks with the ends of them being painted red. However, what stood out more was that Starscream was here. Bumblebee knew something was wrong and this test was gonna be more a struggle, for as far as Bee knew, unless this test involved another "training mission", then there was no need for him here. Once everyone lined up in the usual standing spot, Slipstream and Oilstick stood side by side the barrel full of sticks, and Slipstream began to explain the test as she held up one of the painted sticks.

"This test will involve your strength to the fullest, do what you need to do to win. Like training, we will decide who will go against who, whoever wins moves onto Tier 3. If you fall out of line or get hit at any part of your frame that is a vital point that can offline you by the red painted sticks, you are disqualified! Easy enough, so let's start!" Slipstream explained and ended with her shout, picking the first set of duo mechs to fight each other, tossing the stick to whoever caught it first to use, if they use it of course.

Oh, now Bee knew he was screwed, he has NOT ONCE won a match against any of the other Decepticons in training. He learned all he could over time within the 2 years of training, Blitzwing taught him many tricks, but the former scout hasn't won yet. He had many close wins, but was caught off guard last nanosecond before facing a serious beat down. Probably cause part of him was holding back? Bee didn't know why he couldn't win, but he needed to this time...

Soon, the first fight was over, a big mech overpowered the other and tossed him out the square. The mech tossed out was disqualified instantly, the mech who won got to pass into Tier 3 as Oilslick told him to stand away from the group for now, and called on the next set.

As if the fights weren't brutal enough, these Cons were going all out. One by one, a mech or femme won, while the other lost. Tossed out the square or attacked with a vital point jabbed, scraped, or smacked in the red paint from the sticks being used. Lots of heavy blows, kicks, even a few dirty moves at play with energon being spilled, some even desperate to win and blindly attacking.

Bumblebee watched Mayhem, Vixen & Virago, Detitrus, and Anarchy fight against other mechs & femmes too, all of them won and got to go to Tier 3. Soon, before Bee knew it with his wires tightening from the stress and circuitry frying from worry, he was called to the front. There were a few more bots that needed to fight too, yet, before it was picked on who the former Autobot would get pummel by, Starscream approached and spoke up. The SIC had been silent(by some miracle from Primus) for most of the fights, not moving or saying a word, but now he was entering the square...

"Actually...you wouldn't mind if I personally got to go against the minibot, do you?" Starscream asked with upmost "kindness" to Oilslick, who hummed and gave it a thought.

"Now hold on, you may be a Second In Command, but this fight is for these slaggin trainees only. It wouldn't be fair to have a mech half your size to go against you and you have more experience in combat..." Slipstream commented, giving a questionable look to Starscream's intentions, wondering what her so called "clone" was planning.

"True...but, I can't care less. He's gonna lose anyways, get it over." Oilslick shrugged and gave permission, all the color drained from Bee's faceplate. Yeah, he's screwed...

Starscream smirked, grabbing the red painted stick that Slipstream tossed to him, getting in position and stood on the opposite end from the minibot. Why was he really doing this? First off, he FRAGGING hates this stupid colored minibot. It is nice to beat him down and once he loses, he can do as he pleases without any mech stopping him. Not even Blitzwing. Secondly, to show he has power over the weak once more, to show how easy it be to have control over them all. No other reasons needed to show he is the most powerful mech of them all of course.

Bumblebee went stiff, getting into a fighting position, and ready to fight back. It was a few seconds of standing there, kliks ticking by...

Then it came, Starscream throwing the first punch, which Bee easily dodged by jumping to the side and running around Starscream. The Seeker didn't seem to mind or care much, turning to face him, this was just warmup practice for him anyways. The minibot yelled and jumped forward to kick Starscream in the helm, who merely grabbed Bee's stabilizer midair and slammed him hard onto the ground. Now, he could easily win now with the stick, yet if he was being honest, he didn't even bother to use it. Where's the fun in that?

Bee immediately lost all air in his vents with a pounding ache in his helm, coughing and groaning. He tried to get back up quickly despite the flashing pains of white and red errors in his optics, but the SIC grabbed him by the neck. Starscream yawned as he dropped Bee after picking him up, only to immediately kick hard. Bumblebee shouted and grunted, landing a few feet away, but got back on his peds, managing to stop himself before he fell outside the white painted square.

"Not bad, but...meh." Starscream shrugged, letting this puny former Autobot attack once more by letting him charge at him. 

This time, Starscream did use the stick, smacking it down once Bee was close enough onto his helm. It gave a loud metal clanking sound, Bumblebee groaned as he fell down. This didn't get Bee disqualified yet though, as Starscream made sure no red paint was splattered on the bright yellow frame. The Seeker was just now stalling at this point, even the others were getting annoyed with how long this was taking when he should've won by now.

"Hurry it up already." Oilslick told him, Starscream held up one of his clawed digits and waved it.

"I will, I will, besides I'm bored now." Starscream yawned again, not caring to notice how Bee got back up and was stumbling a bit.

Even Bumblebee himself was now pissed off. This was just pure humiliation, not a fighting match at all-! Hell, it wasn't even fucking fair anyways! By the time Bee got back on his peds, he gasped as Starscream nearly jabbed him in the helm again with the stick, thankfully Bee got it in time with the end being just a few inches away. His grip was firm with his stabilizer joints locked in place, groaning as Starscream began pushing him. Bumblebee was now panicking with them getting closer to the white outline of the square, he didn't know what to do, if he let go Starscream could just have a chance to attack, if he didn't, he'll be pushed out. What to do, what to do....

"I suppose this is where we end things is it? Don't worry, I'll make sure you frame is put to good usage once your offline, might even take your helm as trophy to taunt your old friends. I'm sure that washout Prime you once cared for would enjoy the idea of holding it too..." Starscream taunted to Bee, whispering the part about Optimus.

Suddenly, something in Bee just snapped. To hear such words with a cruel ideal visual of how it would happen too. All the pain came up at once, all the rage came up at once, and adrenaline kicked into his circuits. The Seeker seemed to notice he was no longer being able to push the minibot backwards, he was close to the line, but no longer able to push him.  The SIC was annoyed, groaning and wondering why this former Autobot was trying so hard all of a sudden.

"Will you give up already? This is embarrassing." Starscream complained, using more strength to push Bee, but now was struggling? Bumblebee, however, was now pissed off.

Bee let out a long shout and used all his strength. Not here. Not today! Not! Like! THIS!!! He swiftly moved to the side to let the stick fly past him, dodging out of Starscream's way as the seeker attempted to grab him once more. Bee didn't move too far though, making sure he was close and furiously kicked the back of his knee joint. Starscream groaned and almost collapsed out of the square, but got back up and turned around to face the minibot with a glare.

Bumblebee began to use multiple back flips, putting enough distance between him and Starscream. The SIC yelled in rage, how dare a useless minibot humiliate him!? He charged at Bumblebee, using the stick to hit him directly where his spark was. Just what Bee had hoped for. Bee let Starscream close enough in attempt to let him lunge the swing the stick to hit him, Bee jumped up with a full twist flip and kicked Starscream hard in his stupid faceplates. Everyone watched in amazement, shock, and disbelief to see Starscream himself stumbling backwards against the minibot.

Starscream had accidentally dropped the stick, which gave Bee the chance to grab it within just a nanosecond. Once Starscream regained his composure, he was met with a strong stinging smack with the stick against the back of his knee joints again. Starscream shouted as he fell to his knees, not evening a have moment to look up as he was met with a very hard kick to the helm once more, having him lean one way before being hit with another immediate stinging smack from the stick to the from Bumblebee and making him fall down the other way. The seeker groaned, looking up as he laid on the ground, shouting as the end of the stick with its red paint was furiously slammed down his helm repeatedly, it felt like being jabbed painfully.

Bee was fuming with adrenaline and rage, constantly slamming the stick down on the SIC helm over and over again. Hitting him, almost like he was trying to stab the stick through his head, the former scout even managed to crack one of Starscream's optics. Serves him right since Bee is still stuck with his own broken optic and scared up face. All because of Starscream. He hated being here. He hated this Decepticons! They should all rust in the Pit! THEY ALL NEED TO GO OFFLINE! THEY SHOULD-!

"ENOUGH! ITS OVER! YOU WON!" Slipstream screeched, her shouts made Bumblebee stop his attacks, just inches away from slamming another furious jab onto the Seeker's stupid faceplates. 

Bumblebee panted, looking at Starscream with pent up rage he so desperately wanted to unleash onto him. Starscream groaned and grunted, grabbing the minibots stabilizers and tossed him to the ground roughly so he can get up. He felt something warm on his faceplates, the SIC moved his clawed servos to his faceplates, seeing a hefty amount of energon pouring from him, some of it mixing with the red paint.

The Seeker was shocked, soon growling in anger and trembling with rage. Starscream got up and was about to storm his way over to the former Autobot to punish him, but Slipstream got in his way.

"OUT OF MY WAY YOU USELESS FEMME! THAT WEAK FRAGGER IS GONNA PAY-!" Starscream was cut off and knocked down with a harsh blow to the face by Slipstream, looking down at her 'original' with disgust

"Considering the fact you just LOST to that weak fragger, I suggest you leave now. Bumblebee has now moved onto Tier 3." Slipstream hissed and looked at Starscream with disgust.

"NO THAT IS NOT RIGHT!" Starscream argued, getting up onto his peds, ready to demand a rematch.

"Unless Lord Megatron gives an approval, you're out of here, Starscream. Now beat it, we still got other mechs that need to be tested." Oilslick dismissed Starscream, not caring for his tantrum at all.

The Seeker was seething with anger, he looked over at the slaggin minibot, seeing him being praised by the others and asking questions. Starscream groaned loudly, stomping off and leaving the training grounds for good, and transformed into his jet mode to fly off. Oilslick watched him go, not even caring about him, but he did look over at Bumblebee.

Even Oilslick can admit he was upset that this weak former Autobot made it to the next Tier, thinking he only got lucky cause Starscream got too smug about winning. Despite his personal feelings and hatred towards the mech cause of Ratchet, he did have to give the kid some credit. He pulled through, training is done, all he should really care about anyways. All Oilslick had to do was send him off to someone else for the next part of training and never put up with Bee again. For now, him and Slipstream continued the test till the last set was called to fight.

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It was now evening, time passed and all the ones who made it to Tier 3 were celebrating, being given extra oil and rations to refuel with as a reward. They all talked, laughed, roughed house a bit, and were happy to make it to Tier 3. Bumblebee awkwardly celebrated, mostly cause Mayhem and the others dragged him along, but eventually mingled with the others. The Cons in training were actually impressed with Bumblebee and spoke to him in a friendly banter, Mayhem wouldn't shut up about how awesome it was to see Bee take down Starscream. Detritus and Anarchy kinda ignored him, though Detritus was pretty much saying Bumblebee could've done better. Hell, Bee even got kisses on the cheek from Vixen & Virago, making him blush as they giggle.

Despite all the celebration, Bee managed to sneak out of the party, making his way down the usual route to go meet up with Blitzwing. The Triple Changer was already waiting for him by the time Bee arrived, Icy showing and looking rather serious. The minibot approached, greeting Blitz.

"Hey Blitzwing." Bee said, standing in front of him. 

"So...you passed?" Blitzwing asked, no emotion, giving a serious look now.

"Uh, yeah? Was I suppose not to?" Bee chuckled, feeling nervous all of a sudden. Blitzwing got closer, Bee gulped a bit yet didn't move.

"You made it to Tier 3 after beating Starscream?" Blitzwing asked again, Bee nodded and felt awkward again. There was a few kliks of silence between them, Blitzwing staring at Bee with no emotion, but finally spoke up.

"I...am..." The Triple Changer began to shake, Bee thought he was about to get slagged, but was caught off guard.

Bee made startling shouts, feeling his whole frame lifted off the ground, being met with a tight hug as he was swayed back and forth. Blitzwing was showing Random, laughing like the crazed silly mech he is as he hugged Bee tightly.

"I AM SO PROUD OF YOU! TIER 3! YOU TRULY ARE MOVING UP THE FOOD CHAIN! MUAHAHAHAHA!!!" Random cheered, holding Bee up in the air like a toy and giving him the biggest goofy grin with his sharp pointy mouth. Bee just scoffed with a small smirk.

"It was nothing Blitzbrain. Besides, he deserved it, and I needed to let out some steam." Bee said with a slight shrug, but it was true. While he was still full of it and needed to let more out, he felt glad he could unleash some of it on Starscream. 

What had him concerned were his thoughts in that moment. He wanted to offline Starscream, to hurt him and wipe that stupid smug look off his faceplates, but to think about killing him? It kinda scared Bumblebee, he accidentally took a mech's life already by his own servos and the other former Autobots by mistake, but he didn't want to ever do it again. As much as he hated the Cons and Starscream, he didn't have the strength or programming to kill.

Blitzwing set Bee back on the ground, kneeling down to look at him, switching back to Icy and giving a smile.

"You are getting better. I know you still don't exactly agree with this new life, but your proving yourself more and more. Might even become a true Decepticon one day when you give up your plans on escaping us." Blitzwing said, getting a scoff and light shove from Bee.

"In your dreams Blitzwing. Once I'm safe, I'm ditching you and New Kaon for good." Bumblebee confidentially said, getting Random to spin around.

"AWWWW! NOT EVEN FOR ME!?"

"Not even for you~." Bee smirked, watching the faceplates spin back to Icy, who gave a small chuckle.

"I'll let you indulge on your fantasy, for now, let's just have the usual talks. *Switch* I wanna hear how you made Starscream cry like a Sparkling~! MUHAHAHAHA!!!!" Random laughed and Bee immediately went into story telling mode, making dramatic gestures, and Blitzwing listened to each word. The 2 talked, joked around, having a good time. Blitzwing does wonder and hopes he can spend more time Bee, he wanted to be closer now.

The way Bee made him feel was something he wanted more of. He could feel more if he gets picked as Bee's mentor for Tier 3. It might be a juggle with his work schedule, but if it means having this stupid brightly colored minibot around, it be worth it.

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"I CAN'T BELIEVE I LOST! THAT UNGRATEFUL LITTLE SCRAP NEEDS TO BE PUNISHED!" Starscream screeched, stomping back and forth in Megatron's throne room, complaining to the Tyrant about what had happened earlier today. Although, it seemed like Megatron couldn't care less...

Starscream had been whining over what had happened for hours now, it was becoming annoying to hear, and he tell it to anyone that would even bother to listen. At the moment, he's been bitching for an hour to Lord Megatron now, and the Tyrant was growing more annoyed with each screech. To Megatron, he found it rather amusing to see how week the SIC has gotten, how he was so smug and confinement in winning, that it allowed the minibot to win. How sad, but humorous.

"He shouldn't even be allowed to pass Tier 3! That stupid sparkling should be rusting away in the stockades! When I get my claws on him I will-!"

"Are you done? I have work to finish and the only productivity you have done today is humiliate yourself." Lord Megatron cut off Starscream, making the Seeker look as if he just been personally slapped in the face.

"Why aren't you agreeing with me!? It was unfair and you know it-!"

"STARSCREAM...it wasn't unfair in the slightest. You picked a fight with the runt of the trainers and lost. His victory and your failure got him to move onto the next Tier. If you weren't too self-absorbed in your own ego, then maybe you could've beaten him. If anything, you actually could have if you didn't play around with your food." Megatron explained and pointed out the failure, looking at Starscream, who was more upset and jaw dropped.

"You cannot be siding with him on this!?" Starscream shouted, Megatron growled in annoyance.

"You are hubristic and shown just how weak you are. If a Minibot can win against you, then your no fit for me. Now leave before I blast you into bits..."  Megatron spoke lowly, turning around and going back to work.

Starscream was taken back by this. Why was Megatron of all slaggin mechs taking side with a weak puny former Autobot!? A MINIBOT AT THAT!? IT WAS NOT FAIR!

Starscream grumbled with his system making a hissing sound, almost steaming smoke from his ventilation system with how angry he was. He stomped and grunted, storming out and slamming the door shut behind him. Megatron did not care in the slightest, sometimes he wonders why he made Starscream his SIC when he has the temper of a sparkling. Yet, he didn't dwell on it, rather got to work on what he was originally doing.

As he looked over everything and began to put his full focus in on the reports, he couldn't help but glance at the Tier 3 report. He hummed and the Tyrant looked over the datapad, scrolling down till he saw the brightly colored minibot with a green checkmark next to his designation. The Tier system wasn't difficult to understand since he had Blitzwing, and Lugnut arrange it once they were made Lieutenants, and Primus was it a mess back then. 

Tier 1: Simple standard quick tests on which of the mechs and femme's had potential.
Tier 2: The LONGEST training cycle(usually 2 Stellar Cycles) with much of the same repeating training patterns with longer hours, added with chores to keep them in line.
Tier 3: Picking a "Professional" trainer, Commander, or Captain for each mech or femme. Cons in training do NOT get to pick who they are given to for the 3-Orbitial Cycle training course. They will also be given proper upgrades that they can keep whether or not they succeed or fail. However, only 2 or 3 mechs or femmes are allowed to pass this Tier.
Tier 4: The shortest Tier, as only 1 bot is allowed to pass. It is the shortest Tier and will determine their position if they win or lose the battle.
Tier 5: The winning mech or femme will be allowed to climb up the ranks for to continue training, to earn one of the following titles: Commander, General, Captain, or Lieutenant.

Megatron stared at the bright yellow mech on the screen, not caring for the details on how tired he looked, but caring for the details Blitzwing was correct about. This minibot is the only former Autobot that passed and has indeed proven himself, no longer weak and pathetic like the mech he was on that organic planet they were all trapped on. He has the skill to do it, was just never taught.

Megatron hummed and scrolled down a bit more, looking at Oilslick's suggestions on who will be placed with who. A few weren't picked yet due to still searching for candidates to train them, the minibot was on that list. He closed his optics, letting himself ponder for a moment. Who would be best to take this minibot for the next 3 orbital cycles? After some silent thinking, he opened his red optics, Megatron looked at his Teletran, opening the catalog options of mechs to call.

"This is going to cost me quite a hefty amount of credits. This former scout better be worth the trouble..." Megatron muttered to himself, scrolling till he found the designation he was seeking, and began to make his call on one of the monitors for Lockdown.

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A few solar cycles have passed, the Cons in training were able to relax a bit more, but still had to keep up with a bit of training and their chores. According to Oilslick and Slipstream, they were all waiting for the next announcement on who would go to whom for Tier 3. From what Bumblebee learned, this Tier is where a mech or femme is given a higher status Bot to be trained more, they will also give upgrades to said mech or femme in training. Bee wondered who he was gonna get, he kinda hoped he got Blitzwing.

Blitzwing at least would teach him everything he needs to know, might even go easy on him, hell he could even get sick ass upgrades from Blitzwing. The more Bumblebee thought about it, the more he looked forward to it. If with Blitz, he'll be comfortable, somehow safe, and ok. Was it stupid to feel that way even after trying to escape for over 3 years? Definitely, yet Bee grew to like Blitzwing. The Triple Changer wasn't all bad.... even if he did kidnap him.

The Cons in training were getting to throw a party for the evening, Bee got invited. The group was given "special" service for their excellence performances, even though Mayhem told Bumblebee it was just another way to motivate them to keep fighting. Bee didn't mind though, it was another break before Oilslick would send them off to their new teachers in a few days.

For now, Bumblebee figured it wouldn't hurt to enjoy himself and relax a little more around the Decepticons. They didn't seem TOO bad, but he knew not to get personal. At the moment, Bee was awkwardly following Mayhem and the femme twins to the party being held in a storage unit.

"Ah yeah! Party time again! Hope your ready little dude, the parties the Decepticons throw are the best!" Mayhem patted Bumblebee's back, giving a silly grin.

"Heh, I'll be the judge of that. I am a party mech, though, might be rusty at my usual party tricks." Bee smirked, Mayhem let out a laugh.

"Well, better get ready then! Party tricks are the best!" Mayhem hyped up over it, Bee didn't know why a Con like him was so optimistic, but he didn't wanna kill the mood.

"Hurry now-" "The Party-" "Begun~!" Vixen and Virago spoke to them, turning around to face them while opening the doors, the sound of chatter, laughter, and roughhousing were heard.

The 4 went inside, Bumblebee was a bit surprised, it was a lot more...how would he put it...lively than he expected? Everyone was getting along, smiling, no sort of bad blood at all. However, there was a strong odor, it smelled familiar...

The Femme twins went to go do their own thing while Mayhem met up with some other mechs, grabbing something lit up.

"Yo Bee, ever smoked before?" Mayhem asked, showing a Pipe Burner. The minibot was shocked the Cons in training got their servos on these.

On earth, Sari said these were basically something called "cigarettes", which is bad for humans. It's kind of similar to Cybertronians, smoking Pipe Burners too much can rust and burn the ventilation system overtime, including joints and makes oil in a bot's system dry over time. Though, overtime in Cybertron years, is just a couple 100 vorns, which is the same thing to humans in like, 20 or 30 years? Bee was never good at math anyways.

"N-no actually." Bumblebee replied, taking the pipe burner from Mayhem and tried to take a smoke. He failed almost instantly and began to cough up the red and grey smoke. Mayhem laughed and patted his back.

"You'll get used to it!" Mayhem chuckled, Bee coughed and gagged, his faceplates burning. He doesn't understand how a mech can smoke this stuff.

Mayhem and a few other Cons showed Bee how to smoke one properly, chatting with him, and Bumblebee began to feel a little more comfortable. The party was actually fun if the minibot was being honest with himself, he was getting along with the Cons in training more and more. It was strange really, it's almost like Bumblebee forgot everything that happened and what was happening. Almost.

The party went on, Bumblebee having fun and laughing around, some of the Cons hosted him in the air, reminding him just how small he was and how easily lifted he can be picked up. The minibot also tried some rough housing with them, somehow, he didn't lose to SOME of the rounds, impressing the other mechs and femmes more. For the first time within the 3 years Bee's been here, he felt relaxed and happy.

Later on, Bee found himself in a small corner, taking a break from the chatter and laughs, enjoying a small cup of oil, even trying a few puffs of pipe burner on his own. He meant to ask where the Cons got them, but then again, they're Decepticons. He's not too surprised if one of these trainers got a secret supplier from the outside. Or maybe from one of the guards? Or maybe stolen? Why is he lingering on this? He didn't know. The minibot looked into his near empty cup of oil, frowning a bit, thinking about these last 3 years. From imprisonment to this, how much more did he have to do he wondered, before he was free, before he could go back to earth where his REAL friends and family was.

Were they still waiting for him? He really hoped they hadn't given up on him. He even has nightmares and bad de-frags where they would have forgotten who he was. Bumblebee was already struggling to find reasons to cope, intrusive thoughts about wanting to offline to escape this place, if they gave up on him, he wouldn't know what he would do honestly. If he ever made it home, he would give everyone the biggest hugs and longest apologies, especially to Optimus. Bee doesn't hate him. He never did.

While the minibot pondered too deep in his own thoughts, 3 Decepticons approached him...

"Hey kid!" The former autobot gasped a bit, startled slightly, looking up to see 3 average sized mechs standing in front of him. He didn't know what they wanted, heck, one of them even had a problem with Bee ever since the extra scooping fiasco during his chores. He raised an optic ridge at them, feeling slightly uncomfortable. Especially their optics, not having the usual frightening read glow to them, rather almost out of sight and fuzzy...

"Uh...y'all need something?" Bee asked, making a small grunting noise as one of them wrapped their arm around his shoulder.

"Yeah mech! We wanna hang! Show us some more of those party tricks and some rough housing!" The 3 laughed, making the minibot walk alongside them to the doors of the storage unit.

Bee didn't speak nor stop them, though there a was a nagging feeling in his processor that he should run off and go find Mayhem, or at least go to his usual meetup spot with Blitzwing to hide. Dammit, only if Blitz wasn't busy tonight. Yet, he figured it wouldn't hurt. Maybe they didn't wanna be seen getting their afts beat by a Minibot in a rough housing match? Bee doubted it.

They entered a much smaller storage unit close by, Bumblebee realized though that this is where the other former Autobots were declared to be locked up and to offline. The dent from the one that tried to throw him under the bus was still there of when Slipstream shot at him, killing the mech instantly that dead. Bumblebee felt even more uneasy, making a startled noise as the one who kept him close pushed him forward.

"Alright, so, I think you can tell we don't really wanna rough house. We in fact wanna play a game with you." One Decepticon spoke up, the other 2 pulling out a large crate to place in the middle of the unit.

"Uh, what kind of game? Look, if this is about the scoop or me being a former Autobot..." Bumblebee chuckled awkwardly, looking over at the crate, watching as the 2 who set it up pulled out strange powder, Bee didn't like this, but the other one quickly distracted him.

"Oh, you know, simple one. Before we play though, let's talk a bit. Get to know about the weak little autobot! I mean, pfft, just become a Con already!" The 3 laughed, Bumblebee awkwardly laughing with them in hopes of not getting hurt.

"R-right, uh...whatcha wanna know?" Bee asked.

"Oh! How do you feel about being Megatron's favorite!? All Hail Mega-Slagger!" One of the Cons at the crate asked with a laugh, the other began to lay out the powder stuff...

"I am NOT a favorite, ok? Who even started that rumor? And you guys disrespect Mega-Bitch too?" Bee stated and asked.

"We don't know, some sassy aft guard probably, and it's all-friendly banter! Besides, from what I heard from an outside source is that our "glorious leader" aint so fun anymore apparently! All cause of Kiloton." The other who laid out the powder answered, making the Con next to him scoff.

"Oh please! It be so lame if Kiloton was around!"

"Who's that?" Bee asked, but didn't get an answer as they dismissed it and moved onto another topic.

"Forget it...oooh! Here's a good one! You and Lieutenant Blitzwing! You both already got history! What was it like?" The mech next to Bee asked, wrapping his servo over the minibot's shoulder again, slowly making him walk towards the crate.

"Uhhh....I don't know? Trying to kill each other? Nothing to tell. Just because we talk doesn't mean...." Bee went quiet, now in front of the crate, laying on top of it was some sparkling red dusty powder.

"Uh...what is this?" Bumblebee asked, looking at the 3, feeling more uneasy as they chuckled...

"Just a little something..."

"Like...a snack?"

"Nah, just something to see how far you can go. Loosen up..." The Con approached Bee, chuckling and slurring a bit.

That's when it hit the minibot. These mechs were blazing high, clearly on an overcharge drug, and that powder must've been the cause. It was a red powder, they laid it on the crate, letting their systems and vents inhale the substance, even daring to lick it a bit, shivering in delight as they got their high. Bumblebee may have just learned how to smoke and may have been drunk before from High Grade, but he refused to take drugs. He may be an obnoxious troublemaker that didn't know when to stop his shenanigans, but he knew his limits.

Bee awkwardly laughed again, breaking free from the Con holding him and backing up....

"You know what? I just remembered something about Detritus and-!" The Con roughly grabbed the minibot again by the forearm now, this time Bumblebee began to put up a struggle.

"L-let go!" Bumblebee yelled, kicking and punching, receiving a heavy hit from one of them on his faceplates. Bee grunted as he was kicked in the torso and his back knees kicked too, forcing him to now lay face first into the red powder substance. The 3 just laughed as Bumblebee struggled like a poor Cyberkitten, forcing him to inhale and consume the red powder, painfully pushing his faceplates into the crate to get a good long whiff and taste.

"You like it kid? It's called Red Static. A nice and quick way for a good overcharge. Though, too much can have its...side effects." The mech not holding him down chuckled, taking a good amount of the Red Static Powder to use for himself.

The 2 holding the former Autobot let his helm up, letting Bumblebee gag, cough, and gasp, before slamming his helm back down into the powder. Bee hated this, he hated this so much...

Right outside, on the campgrounds, 2 large mechs walked together, a Tyrant and a Psychotic Master Mind...

"I am sure they'll appreciate a small surprise visit and speech, but why must I come along? I don't want to outshine you, my Lord..." Shockwave spoke to Lord Megatron, the 2 going to "surprise" the Cons in training.

Shockwave managed to get a few days off once again despite the tight schedule with the Autobots, giving Lord Megatron a surprise visit, which made the Tyrant very delighted to see one of his most trusted mechs once more. Lord Megatron had nothing better to do, so he figured he give the Cons in training a small visit & give a speech to motivate them. After all, his presence is an honor.

Megatron chuckled and patted Shockwave's shoulder.

"Ah, now Shockwave, you need to not worry of such things. I know you would never attempt to do something Starscream would, and I rather have one of most ever loyal mechs by my side anyways." Megatron replied as they approached the party.

"Your too kind my Lord. I'm sure they'll appreciate it, even if the minibot is the only one who hates it." Shockwave muttered, making his Liege chuckle once more.

"I will also be speaking with him privately. I am his, what is it? Favorite? According to other mechs?"

"Apparently so."

Suddenly, they heard banging from another Storage Unit, Shockwave turned up his audials and listened, hearing faint laughs....

"I believe we may have a few slackers roaming about." Shockwave looked Megatron, who scoffed in annoyance now.

"Well...let us remind them of their place." Megatron began to approach the Storage Unit, Shockwave following him....

Inside, Bee was struggling hard, his processor frying, going crazy with sparks in his circuits as a strong buzz flowed through his wires & frame. He groaned as they lifted his faceplates from the Red Static powder, before slamming his head back in, laughing as he struggled hard to break free.

"Come on! Just a little high is all you need!" One Con mocked, the other 2 laughing as they kept him down to keep inhaling & try to make him choke on the overcharging drugs.

Bumblebee was going completely out of it, fearing he would fall offline with how much was getting in his systems, going through a very bad trip. His spark racing, his fans roaring, his circuits trying not to fry, his wires tightening as bolts tightened harder, his processor aching and burning badly. It was a horrible feeling.

Before more damage was done, the panel door slides open with a bang. The 3 Decepticons looked before quivering with aching fear. Lord Megatron & Shockwave entered, expressions neutral, not amused with what they were seeing. The 2 holding the minibot down let him go instantly, making Bee fall down as he coughed hard, trying to wipe his face off from the overcharging drugs that were still affecting him heavily.

Megatron didn't speak, he and Shockwave analyzed the situation. It was clear that the yellow minibot was either tricked or dragged against his will, being made to consume these weak drugs. How charming...

"Well...do any of you care to try and defend yourselves? Lying is illogical at this point..." Shockwave spoke up, looking at all of them with his bright red optic.

The 3 mechs let out a mix of unsure sounds, trying to come up with some sort of lie to get out of this. They were just caught consuming overcharging drugs, they needed to get out of this and not lose their spots in Tier 3.

"T-these 3...are rustic drug addicts!" Bee groaned and shouted, trying to stand up, but coughed and fell back down.

Shockwave hummed and reached out his servo, grabbing Bumblebee by his collar and dragged him over.

"Is that so? Judging by the amount of Red Static on your faceplates, it seems like you're the one taking the substance." Shockwave curiously said, poking at Bee, making the minibot hiss and struggle to get away, not wanting to be touched.

"Y-yeah...yeah! He's the drugged up mech! We were just having fun!" One of the Decepticons spoke up, the other 2 nodding and laughing.

Megatron didn't say anything, he gave a simple displeased glare, getting the 3 to shut up instantly. He analyzed the situation, as did Shockwave. Judging the mechs upon a simple inspection, they were also under the effect of the substances, jittery, nervous looking, their optics showing a bit of hazy static to them. How they got their servos on the Red Static is a bigger question though, as no mech or femme is allowed to have any outside materials while in training, due to it being considered a distraction.

Megatron would have Oilslick and Slipstream look into by tomorrow, another matter at hand is the minibot. Megatron looked at the former Autobot scout, who had now stopped struggling and groaning in pain, trying to fight off the drugs affecting his systems to no avail. However, the bot was too dazed and in too involved in his own struggle, not realizing himself and Shockwave were in the minibot's presences. While the little yellow bug had done nothing wrong for the most part, considering what they walked in on, the Tyrant was going to make sure all four of them would be punished for such behaviors.

"For bringing in addictive and illegal substances onto the training grounds, consuming it, and for making a mess, you 4 will all be formally punished." Shockwave spoke for Megatron, who nodded and was about to walk away.

"What!?" "Aw come on mech!" "Are you serious!?" The 3 complained at once, finding this highly unfair, but no one was more pissed off than Bumblebee. Bee groaned and began to go on a rant.

"This is so unfair...! I shouldn't be punished! I am sick of being punished for slag I didn't do! Why is it always me!?" Bee shouted, getting everyone's attention, even Megatron stopped and looked back at the angry minibot, who began to spew his hatred towards them.

"I HATE IT HERE! ALL OF YOU CAN ROT IN THE PIT! For the greater good my aft! To learn the truth my aft!!! You all are disgusting and horrible monsters! I should've died when I had the chance! DECEPTICONS ARE THE WORSE! I WAS AN IDIOT THINKING I CAN TOLERATE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLES!!!" Bee screamed and struggled against Shockwave, who sighed in pure annoyance and held Bee tighter.

"Quit your whining. You will live." Shockwave said, yet Bumblebee kept going...

"I hate it here! A-All this training! Trying to b-break and mold me into a m-monster like you guys! And I didn't even d-do anything wrong, but I'm being p-punished!? Ugh! You all make me sick! And t-these 3 are n-no better! Saying c-confusing stuff like, "Oh! Weak little A-Autobot!" "Just become a C-Con!" "Hail Mega-Bitch!" "It be m-more lame with Kiloton around-" WHO THE FUCKING FRAG IS KILOTON!? I HATE YOU ALL!!!" Bee shouted his rant, groaning as his circuits burned heavily in his processor.

Dead. Silence. Tension rising heavily. Shockwave held Bee a bit tighter, yet, his optic showed his emotion of grim as he slowly looked at Megatron, who's rage began to fume, now turning his attention to the 3 Cons in training...

"...My L-Liege, would you prefer if I-!"

"TAKE..."Bumblebee", to your lab. Get his system cleaned out. Three days of bed rest. I changed my mind, he won't suffer any consequences. After all, he is being dragged against his will..." Megatron cut Shockwave off mid-sentence, looking at the 3 Decepticons in training with pure silent rage....

"...yes, my Lord." Shockwave obeyed, wrapping his long-extended servos around Bumblebee completely, who didn't put up much of a fight since he was too out of it at the moment, and left the room with him.

Once Shockwave was gone with Bumblebee, the 3 Cons quivered in fear, looking at the Tyrant. Megatron didn't say anything else, but he wasn't in the mood to hear more excuses. No, these mechs would be punished. They'll never see another day again...

~~~~~~~~~~~

Pain once more greeted the former autobot, groaning as Bee's systems came online one by one. He tried to sit up, but realized he was restrained on a table. Onlining his optics, he looked around, some sort of lab?....Wait-!

"Ah, awake are we?" Shockwave spoke, looking at the groggy minibot with his single red optic. Bee flinched a bit from the sudden greeting, but groaned in pain and annoyance. He tried to move again, reminded he was still strapped down.

"Be still now, I am still working on your frame. Your system is flushed, but I'm just poking around a bit." Shockwave said so casually, setting the datapad aside, getting a few needles and cutting tools ready.

That's when the memories flooded Bumblebee's processor, it made him lay still. He almost died again, all because he trusted those damn Decepticons. They fooled him....no...Bee realized he was just naive. Naive and stupid. What was he thinking for Primus's sake? What? That after a few smokes, laughs, and drinks that he could suddenly trust them? Even if not trusted, why be cozy around them?

Bumblebee felt so stupid. He should've known it wasn't gonna be any different. Its New Kaon, Decepticons, letting your guard down here led to pain, it always did. Lesson learned...

Bee looked at Shockwave, seeing what he was doing, he didn't panic seeing all the experimental tools this time, nor panicked as Shockwave approached him with the familar large needles he used on him last time. The minibot did feel the old, pierced wounds tingle, but he paid no mind.

"Why are you even here? How far away is Cybertron that you have time to come down here?" Bumblebee muttered, hissing as Shockwave began to insert the first needle deep into his knee joint.

"I managed to get a few more days off. After all, Longarm always works with little time to rest. I was also here to assist with a few things for Lord Megatron's uprising." Shockwave answered, inserting more needles into the former Autobot, mostly in his stabilizers and lower torso. It was almost gentle this time, not cause he cared, but because Bee was actually being still enough for Shockwave to do his work.

"Hmm...didn't think I see you so soon." Bee replied back in a quiet deadpan tone, closing his optics as Shockwave continued.

"Did you miss me?"

"Fuck no..."

"Such a fowl mouth and bad attitude."

"You would be too if you had a slag ton of Red Static shoved down your throat." Bumblebee flinched and hissed as Shockwave began the same process as last time, but in a lower dosage. It wasn't enough to harm Bee, but enough to tremble.

Shockwave picked up a scalpel, drawing a few lines on Bee with a marker on where to cut open first. It was a quiet between the 2, almost a tolerable kind of quiet. One of which where they both had questions, but silently agreed to not ask. Yet, Shockwave had one for Bee, just one so it can stop nagging his processor.

"You're never this silent. It's almost eerie. Has being on New Kaon changed you this much?" Shockwave asked in an almost curious tone, setting the marker aside and looking at Bee's faceplate to see his reaction.

"...No...just learned to keep my helm down is all." Bee muttered, almost numbingly. Shockwave hummed, not replying to it, he didn't want to talk but he didn't need any second to know what that meant.

From all the reports he's seen, read, and reviewed over the minibot while on Cybertron, Bumblebee actually managed to do as he's told(most of the time), and know to keep quiet. Does this mean he was part of the Decepticon Legion? No. The minibot still rather go offline than call Lord Megatron his leader, but Shockwave knew it was all part of the mental learning process of things.

For example, Shockwave thought of Black Arachnia, the femme she once was as "Elita". She was also a stubborn one to teach and remold into a proper Decepticon. Once she knew no one would come save her like how those 2 Primes abandoned her, she stopped fighting and learned the full truth. Now, while Shockwave doesn't mind her as much, even though he finds it a bit insulting she was his place holder while he's been playing good little Autobot, he did have to praise her intelligence. Only she knew how to make a proper Triple Changer, she gave Megatron Blitzwing as a weapon after his own lost and the operation.

Before Shockwave could begin to cut into Bee and start experimenting on him, a loud knock was heard. Shockwave sighed and went to answer. It was a mere guardsmech.

"Sir Shockwave? Lieutenant Blitzwing is demanding to see the minibot, he's causing a ruckus over it."The guard informed, if Shockwave had a face still he be pinching between his optics right now.

"I will be done soon...do not interrupt me again." Shockwave dismissed the guard and closed the door, turning back to his test subject on the table.

"Blitzwing is looking for me?" Bee asked, his optics lighting up a bit, wanting to see the Triple Changer.

"In a moment. For now, keep making this easy for me." Shockwave said, as he began to press the sharp scalpel on the first marked line, beginning to cut into Bee.

Bumblebee hissed quietly, trying to ignore the pain, whatever Shockwave was injecting him with through the needles numbed his systems bit, but he could still feel everything. Being cut open and experimented on once more is such a delight (sarcasm of course). For now, Bee just let Shockwave continue, somehow managing to fall back into a recharge despite the pain, as the Decepticon Spy kept cutting into Bee to do Primus knows what....

~~~~~~~~~~~

His systems were slow to reboot, he looked at his HUD feed which he rarely ever did anymore ever since being brought to New Kaon. They were mostly the same, but a few said something different. New wires, something flowing alongside his nanites, and something done to his internal systems. While Bee should be worried, it was actually positive feedback with his frame accepting the changes done to him, whatever Shockwave did actually helped...somehow.

Bumblebee groaned, letting his optics come online, it was a bit of a snowy static at first before adjusting. He didn't bother to get up, he tilted his helm to look around, seeing he was in an unfamiliar room he didn't recognize. How did he get here? Did Shockwave take him here? Or was he bot-napped again? There was fine luxurious furniture, a large window that allowed New Kaon's sunshine through it and past the curtains. There was also a very large desk, that's when Bee realized a Decepticon was sitting at it, looking at a large holoscreen while writing on datapads.

It was Blitzwing, focused on work and his tasks for the day, but he looked back to check on the minibot. The Triple Changer was shocked to see Bee now online, yet part of him felt relieved. It wasn't easy to bring him to his personal quarters after learning what happened 2 solar cycles ago, it was even harder to convince Shockwave and Megatron to at least see Bumblebee. Blitzwing was furious to know what had happened, what those weak mechs did. Why did he care so much...? Blitz got up and walked over to Bee, sitting on the edge of the berth beside him.

"Glad to see you've onlined. How are you feeling?" Blitzwing asked, Bee took a deep vent and looked up at the ceiling.

"I don't know...where am I?" Bee replied and asked in an almost quiet voice.

"You are in my personal quarters. I decided it be better to have you here rather than under Shockwave's or Hook's watch..." Blitzwing replied, watching the little yellow bug slowly sit up with a small hiss and grunt. 

"Really? Didn't think you would ever do such a thing. How did you convince Megatron and Shockwave?"

"It was...argumentative, but I won with promises of extra work and pointing out the logical fact it be better to keep you under my strict watch, as you seem to trust me more." 

"...I see...I was an idiot to trust them..." Bumblebee hugged his knees, looking at the thermal blanket now.

Blitz knew what he was referring to, Bee may have been forced to consume and inhale the Red Static, but he was misled and dragged along in an almost friendly banter. It was another rule here in the colony, to never fully trust another Bot until they have done something to earn it. Trusting a mech or femme without good enough reason, you are likely asking to be backstabbed and harmed.

The Triple Changer couldn't blame Bumblebee though, he may have found his own click to spend time with, but he didn't know. He was still learning so much at once and nearly dying to learn every lesson. It was the way of the Decepticons, always had been and always will be.

"Do not blame yourself. You are not an idiot. You didn't know." Blitzwing spoke up, Bumblebee didn't seem to believe his words though.

"I still should've known. You of all mechs so far know how badly I wanna leave, how I am hesitant to trust them...yet I naively let my guard down."

"Kleiner Käfer.... you're learning. It was a small slip up.....and yes, it nearly cost your life, but you know now. Do not dwell on the mistakes, dwell on how you can do better." Blitzwing reassuringly spoke, placing his large servo on Bee's helm.

Bumblebee didn't reply or argue back, letting his frame relax a bit from the touch. Despite what happened, Blitzwing was right, Bee trusted him the most even if it was tolerable at times. Bee didn't know if it was pure idiocy or hypocrisy, to be here and show trust towards one of Megatron's best soldiers, over every other Decepticon? Even Mayhem, Detritus, Anarchy, Vixen & Virago still left him hesitant at times. What was different with Blitzwing?

The minibot couldn't find an answer, he decided not to dwell on it, letting Blitz touch his helm. It honestly felt warm and comforting, made Bee blush a bit even. He wondered if he could experience this more when he goes to train under him. Yet now that he thought of it...

"So...did they say who I'm going to train under? If it's you then do I get to stay here?" Bumblebee spoke up, looking at Blitzwing, who frowned with a glare and looked away.

"...They have. They wanted me to inform you once you awoken." Blitzwing said quietly.

"So...?"

"...later this cycle you will be leaving with Lockdown."

"LOCKDOWN!?" 

"*Switch* Don't shout I am right here!" Hothead shouted back, but Bumblebee was in disbelief.

Why Lockdown of all mechs!? The slagging mixed modded mech was a hassle to handle on earth! Bumblebee didn't know how Ratchet or Prowl even handled him! Once again, this was so unfair!

"H-Hold on! Not that I wanna say he's a bad teacher even though he may be, why him!? Why can't I be trained under you!?" The minibot asked, watching Blitzwing switch back to Icy.

"I don't know why you have to go with him and I don't know how much Megatron paid him for it, but I can't due to my upcoming work schedule. While you'll be away, I will be sent on missions set up by Strika. I won't have the time to even if I wanted to." Blitzwing explained, the minibot frowned and groaned, laying back on the berth, his servos running down his faceplates.

"Can't I say or do anything about it?" Bee whined, frowning as Blitzwing shook his head no.

"Cons in training are now allowed to decide who they wish to train under or speak up. Who you are given is within good reason. *Switch* After all, if we allowed that, someone would have too many to train or get stuck with the wrong trainee! Haha!" Random laughed.

Before the two could continue with the conversation, Blitzwing got a notification at his desk. He got up and went to read it, switching back to Icy as he read. Bumblebee sat where he was, wondering what it was, hearing the Triple Changer sigh.

"I either didn't realize the time or he got everything needed done, but its time." Blitz turned back to Bee, who swinged his legs over the edge of the berth.

"Wait? Already?" Bumblebee got off the berth, stumbling and hissing, holding his torso. He looked down, seeing the scars of where Shockwave cut, they were still fresh and healing with the former scouts nanites.

"Unfortunately...put this on." Blitzwing grabbed a bag and gave it to the minibot.

"Uh...and I have to wear this over my helm why?"

"Precaution. Megatron doesn't want any lower-class bots getting to look around his citadel."

"Seriously? I count as a lower class?"

"*Switch* Well, you are an insect, little one! MUHAHAHA!!!" Random laughed, Bee rolled his optics and put the bag over his head, feeling little strings get caught onto the scar over his optic, gently pulling it out enough so it doesn't bother him. He heard Blitz moving around a bit, like he was grabbing a few things, but didn't take the bag off to look.

Blitzwing placed his large servo on Bumblebee's back, gently guiding the way. It was a long walk, lots of doors being opened and closed, going up and down an elevator, hearing guards and workers talking amongst themselves. Bumblebee felt the urge to just take a quick peak, he tried lifting the bag on his helm up a bit to look, but Blitz swatted his hand gently, muttering to him to not even try.

Bee huffed and kept walking blindly. After another half hour of walking, they arrived, and the Triple Changer removed the bag off the minibot's head. Bumblebee blinked a few times as his optics adjusted to the sunlight, he looked ahead of him, becoming shocked to see Lockdown's large ship. Lockdown was at the entrance, speaking with Hook and a few other mechs, leaning against the wall. Unfortunately for Bee, Lockdown saw him, his face turning into a scowl, dismissing and waving off the others as he began to approach.

Bumblebee gulped a bit, his faceplates turning serious as he and Blitzwing met Lockdown half way.

"Oh good...you made it...he's in decent condition?" Lockdown sarcastically spoke, looking up at Blitzwing for an answer.

"As Megatron requested. Hope the credits and the small 'repair' gift to your ship was worth it." Blitzwing replied.

"Well kid better be grateful about it. As for the wall, those spare parts did the job...we're flying off in a breem. Oh and, just to let you know, I am risking my aft by making sure no escape pods are on my ship in case you get any ideas..." Lockdown growled at Bee, who glared back.

"Well...that's a shame..." Lockdown scoffed at his reply and walked back to his ship. The minibot sighed and turned to Blitzwing.

"See you in...?"

"3 Orbital Cycles."

"That long? Yeesh..." Bumblebee was about to go board the ship, but Blitzwing stopped him.

"Before you go..." Blitzwing then kneeled down, pulling a few items out of his subspace.

Blitzwing handed Bumblebee 2 energon treats, a static bandage, and a small rectangular device. Bee looked confused, mostly about the device. It was nice to get treats and a small amount of static bandages to aid himself, knowing Lockdown would bitch or try to charge a fee to get aided.

"This little device will allow us to talk. Just a simple comm.link texting. These devices are out of date, but it was the closest thing I could give you since we won't be able to talk as much face-to-face until you return." Blitzwing said with a small smile, looking at Bee, smiling more to see his curious expression.

"I think I remembered these when I was a sparkling? I thought they were outdated cause it was no longer useful." Bumblebee said.

"Well, they are, however, they were also outdated due to the fact it was an easy way to communicate, so if a Decepticon had one by taking it from another Autobot..."

"Spies would be able to get in and trick the Autobots..." Bumblebee finished the sentence. How come no other bot ever knew this? All they were told was that it was no longer trendy, not that it was a risk for Decepticons to use. 

Kinda made Bee wonder what other things the Autobot High Council hid...Not that he doubted them! It was probably for a very good reason.... right?

"Well....text you then, Blitz?" Bee gave Blitzwing a small smile, who returned it.

"I will be waiting." Blitzwing then waved Bee goodbye as Bumblebee hurried over to the docking, entering it as the doors began to close behind him.

After a few more kliks, the ship began to start up, taking off and heading into space, New Kaon left behind. Bumblebee stayed in a seated spot till he knew it was good enough to stand up and move around. The inside of Lockdown's ship was.... creepy. Also, bland.

Dark, bland grey colors, he sees the occasional mix-matched colors, but it looked off. Bumblebee also stumbled upon a few of Lockdown's tools and mods, or as Lockdown like to call it, his trophies. It gave the minibot shivers, knowing these all came from mechs Lockdown either stole from or killed himself. Primus, he hoped he wouldn't be added to the list, then again, he didn't have to worry about that, since his stingers were deactivated, he wouldn't even be surprised if they got taken away from him at some point.

He kept walking around a bit, stopping at what appeared to be a patched-up hole in the wall. Bumblebee didn't know why but the mismatched colors looked off, almost familiar. Before he could take a closer look or even dare to touch it, but he heard a small cough behind him. Bee flinched and turned around within a nanosec, looking at Lockdown.

"I recommend not touching those spare parts. Still freshly repaired you know." Lockdown said and crossing his servos, Bee just glared at him though, despite being nervous and wary.

"Right...so, if this is gonna be anything like how we did on Earth, then you may as well drop me off down there. Besides, why waste your time with me? I am a loss cause." Bumblebee spoke with a snarky attitude. Lockdown did not like that though.

"Now listen here, you brat. I'm in charge here, you're gonna do what I say. I don't care what we did on Earth, I'm here to train you only because I got paid to do so. If it were up to me, I use you as live bait for some of my missions..." Lockdown growled as he took steps forward towards the minibot, resulting in Bee getting cornered against the wall.

"You're lucky those mechs that got you into a nice over-dousing charge were used as compensation to fix a few holes in my ship. You waste my time, you're gonna be joining them next." Lowdown threatened, getting a bit of a confused look from the minibot. It didn't take long to put it together, setting an awful feeling in Bee's tanks.

"W-what do you mean? They were f-formerly punished?" Bee hesitantly asked, Lowdown scoffed in annoyance and backed up, pointing behind Bumblebee.

The former Autobot slowly moved forward and turned around even more slowly. Bee examined the wall he was pressed against, looking a little too hard at the detailed patched wall. Thats when Bumblebee felt the urge to scrub his whole frame clean and try not to puke up the little amount of energon Blitz gave him before he left. The color schemes...the built...the familiar details of the Cons frames....all molded together and used for spare parts.

It made Bee sick, he felt a sickening shiver and ache on his backplates now. Primus, they were horrible and needed punishment, but this? Spare Parts? This felt so wrong, hell, it is wrong. Now that he realized it, all the other mismatched wall spots he walked by, were they too bots who got offlined?

"Don't cry about it...now, get yourself together. Your first job is gonna be messy. Hope you got the ball bearings to kill, kid." Lockdown roughly grabbed Bumblebee by his back neck, Bee flinched and struggled, grunting as Lockdown dragged him to the main control room.

Primus, this was about to get a whole lot worse wasn't it?

Chapter Text

"Just take the shot..." Lockdown growled lowly, annoyed with how long the bright colored minibot was taking at this easy kill.

Bumblebee, shaken up and hesitant, was holding a pistol beam at a tied-up Autobot, a rogue one at that, beaten up and in a panic, struggling to escape with their mouth gagged as they tried to let out pleas of mercy. It's been like this for an Orbital Cycle now, Lockdown was attempting to train Bumblebee to kill, to become a Decepticon. However, being put into a position to kill? He couldn't do it. Not again...

For the whole month, it has been like this. Training, missions, attempt to kill, failed, rest, repeat. Lockdown can admit the kid has the skill, can fight, can do so much more, but this is where the issue lies. Killing another bot. It's the same every time, the minibot is given the task to kill, can't do it, and they're back at square one. It's been like this for the whole orbital cycle. If Lockdown can't beat this kid into shape, he can kiss those credits and his helm goodbye to Megatron. He was growing more impatient with the kid too, either he learns, or he can accept rusting in the stockades and not earn his freedom.

Through Bumblebee's perspective, however, it was much harder than it looked. All the memories, the lives lost, always rush back to him every time Lockdown puts him in this tough spot. He couldn't do it again, Decepticon or Autobot, no matter what they had done, he couldn't end a life. Bee couldn't do it again, remembering the first Autobot's life he took an accident, the feeling of the oil and energon flowing down his servos. Primus, it was like he was experiencing it all over again, his processor making him remember the phantom feeling of it all. The minibot just... can't. How could he? Why would he...?

Lockdown growled and snatched the pistol beam from Bee, roughly shoving him to make him snap out of it.

"Are you taking this seriously? How many times are we going to repeat this!? Just kill the slagging mech already!" Lockdown spoke, his words full of anger and annoyance.

"I-I can't ok!? I told you I can't-!"

"Oh like the Pit you can't! You killed an Autobot on that training mission from last stellar cycle, but can't even do this!?" Lockdown cut Bee off mid-sentence, pointing his hook at his face, which Bumblebee smacked away.

"Ugh! That's different and it was a complete accident!" Bumblebee defended himself, Lockdown just sighed in defeat and rubbed his faceplates with his one servo.

"....go back to the ship. We're done here, since you're too weak and too much of a soft-aft to actually do it. I swear, even a sparkling could pull the trigger..." Lockdown said much more calmly, but still very agitated.

Bumblebee wanted to say more or argue, but couldn't speak. He gave the tied-up Autobot a look of pity and sadness, as if silently begging for their forgiveness, and the mech looked back at him with pleading optics. Bee had to force himself to look away, forcing him to walk back to the ship, he couldn't carry the guilt of being responsible for another life. Right as he was a couple of feet away, he heard the pistol beam get shot, making the minibot freeze for a moment. Bumblebee had to use all his strength not to turn around, he didn't want to be responsible again, he couldn't, and he didn't want to face Lockdown.

Bee forced his stabilizers to keep moving back to Lockdown's ship, feeling heavy and sad, but mostly disappointed in himself for not doing more.

After some time, the minibot boarded the ship, trying to keep his cool as he walked through the hallways. He reached his temporary room, Lockdown gave him it so he could recharge. It was bland with just a berth, a drawer to store items, and a light. Nothing more. He sighed and walked over to the berth, collapsing on it with a small bounce. Bumblebee got comfortable and lay down, trying to occupy his processor with many other thoughts to distract himself.

As if on cue, he heard a small dinging sound. He looked at his drawer, opening it and pulling out the device Blitzwing gave him. Bee smiled a bit too see Blitz was messaging him, at least he was free and had a moment to reply, maybe this was the distraction he needed at the moment...

New Indirect Messages:

BW-3F: HELLO LIL BUG! How is training today!? HAHA!!!

B-127: Hello to you too BlitzBrain...

BW-3F: ITS BLITZWING DAMMIT!!!

Bee chuckled seeing the reply, he lay back and began to reply back to Blitzwing...

B-127: Hehe!

BW-3F: You still need to answer my question, insect >:(

B-127: Its BUMBLEBEE and it was...ok?

BW-3F: Define, "ok?"

B-127: What do you mean? It was ok, nothing more to say...

BW-3F: You failed again today, didn't you?

B-127: What gave it away?

BW-3F: You never like talking about it, and you're dismissing it.

B-127: ...I couldn't do it. I can't kill another mech.

BW-3F :  You're going to have to

B-127: And if I can't?

BW-3F: That's not an option, Hummel

B-127: Oh, really? Then what the frag do I do? I can't look at them differently when they're in the same situation, just...I'm stuck with you guys, and they get a... unfortunate way out...

Blitzwing took a minute to reply back, Bumblebee waiting to see what the Triple Changer would say.

BW-3F: I understand your need to value life since you still have Autobot programming and propaganda in your systems.

B-127: Gee, thanks -_-

BW-3F :  HOWEVER! There will be a point where it's you or the mech. Like how you killed that Autobot leader. Even if it was an accident, it was your life or his. In war, they will show no mercy, no matter which side you're on.

Bumblebee hated to admit it, but Blitzwing was right. He knew there was going to be a day when he would need to choose either himself or another mech's life. The number of times he was sent on training missions back on New Kaon, while he didn't kill, he never got the chance to escape, nor the chance to tell a fellow Autobot about his situation. He still wanted to get home, but who can Bee tell when they're either trying to kill him, get killed by other Decepticons, or just taken prisoner.

Bee hated it, he had so many chances, and all were taken away from the minibot far too soon before he could escape. He sighed and got another ping, seeing Blitz continue the conversation.

BW-3F: Besides! WHO WILL I SPEND TIME WITH IF YOUR GONE!?

Bee snorted seeing the reply, texting back.

B-127: I don't know, how about kidnapping another Autobot or spending time with that stupid Lugnut?

BW-3F: No one else is as fun as you, though, and Lugnut is so obsessed with Megatron he may as well frag him already.

The reply had Bee blushing a bit and snorting with a cute chuckle. Blitzwing is fun to talk to when they have a chance.

The 2 kept texting for a while, soon the Triple Changer said his goodbyes to get back to his own workload and duties. Bumblebee sighed and put the device away, lying back on the berth and resting his optics. What was he gonna do now? Sit around and wait? Bee didn't really have to wait or make a choice, feeling the ship starting up and taking off. Bumblebee didn't realize how much time had passed, Lockdown was already back.

Once Bee felt the ship steady itself as it flew into the depths of space, he got up, walked out of the room, and headed to the front. He walked into the main control room, seeing Lockdown putting away new 'trophies'. It made the minibot cringe, knowing that came from the poor bot he killed, but he sighed quietly and walked in.

Lockdown began to look over some datapads now, writing and scrolling over what needed to be done next. He sensed the kid behind him, not looking back at him.

"So, are you done moping? We've got another job to do in three megacycles," Lockdown said casually, accepting the job offer with the highest credits on the datapad. Bee rolled his optics and walked towards him.

"Is it just gonna be a repeat of what we just did, as well as the one before that...and before that...and so on." Bumblebee asked, cringing at himself a bit for failing these missions for a whole month, but what could he do about it? He wasn't gonna kill.

"Yes and no. We're just gonna need to take out a few mechs and retrieve some secret data." Lockdown placed the datapad down, typing in the coordinates on his ship to fly there.

"Secret data?...what kind?" Bumblebee asked, taking a seat on the table in the room.

"Apparently, some illegal weaponry. Autobots are able to make weapons that shouldn't exist, planning on using them in the war. Not that I care, but some of the details are...something." Lockdown shrugged a bit, looking over the mods and deciding what would be best to use. He would allow the kid to wear one or 2, but the brat didn't wanna wear anything "pre-owned". Aka, anything off a dead mech.

"So, we're going to kill Autobots...?" Bee frowned, hearing Lockdown sigh and approach him.

"You are going to have to do it one way or another, I am tired of not seeing any progress being made. How in the world have you gotten good at fighting and know how to handle a pistol beam, but can't kill?"

"You think it's easy? According to you Decepticons, I'm still "programmed with Autobot moral coding!" Ugh! Even then, why does it matter that I try to value a life more than training!?"

"I ain't a Con you fragging brat and you still don't get it, do you?" Lockdown aimed his hook at Bee's neck, threatening to slice it open, causing Bumblebee to tense up instantly.

"This ain't just TRAINING, this is life or death. All it takes is one slip, one nanosecond of hesitation, and next thing you know, your offline frame is used for spare parts." Lockdown pressed his hook harder against Bee's neck...

"One. Mistake. I'm tired of babysitting you, but I'm being paid to look after you. Either you grow some ball bearings and see that you're gonna get played like a fool if you think any Autobot is gonna come save you, or might as well die kid. Your call." Lockdown stepped away, Bumblebee taking a deep breath and easing up a bit, rubbing his neck.

"Whatever....where are we going anyways?" Bumblebee asked, Lockdown hummed a bit and tossed the kid a pistol beam, which Bee barely caught in time.

"Small planet, simple in and out with one small base. Nothing that should be too hard." Lockdown answered, grabbing a mod and applying it to his chainsaw to make it sharper. 

Bumblebee looked down at the pistol given to him, examining the gun Lockdown had constantly given him to kill with, but he could never pull the trigger. He sighed, hoping things wouldn't go south again....

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Three and a half megacycles, they reached the planet, Lockdown turning the cloaking mod on his ship to blend in and not be noticed through spark signatures. Once landing at a safe distance to not be noticed, he and Bumblebee left the ship, hurrying off to get to the small outposted base. 

Lockdown led the way, but made sure to keep an optic on the kid, making sure he didn't get any stupid ideas. Bumblebee seemed to be focused in, it was a simple in-and-out mission, but if they needed to kill, then so be it. Once reaching a closer distance, Lockdown and Bee hid behind the organic trees on the planet, large enough to keep them hidden. 

"Listen, I'll scope out the joint a bit, be sure to stay low and keep an optic out. I won't be long." Lockdown whispered to Bee, scurring off to map out the place to pinpoint the best possible entry. 

Bumblebee quietly sighed, looking at his pistol beam strapped to his waist, he would hate to use it. He peeked around the tree, seeing 2 Autobot guards standing at the entrance, too deep in conversation to really notice him or anything else really. Only if he could ask for help....wait-

Bee felt stupid for not seeing the chance before him. He was alone. No Lockdown or any Decepticon. Autobots in sight. Autobots that can help him. Primus, this was it. 

This was his chance...

Bumblebee approached slowly, servos raised to show he wasn't a threat, before speaking up to grab the guard's attention.

"H-Hello! Can any of you please help me?! I am MIA, I was kidnapped, and need to get home!" Bumblebee said, the 2 guards looked at the minibot, a bit surprised to see the sudden visitor, but returned to a calmer demeanor.

"Hey...yeah, you're the minibot who went missing from Team Prime, right? We were just talking about MIA bots, you are one of them. Bumblebee, right?" One guard asked nonchalantly, not seeming too worried about the minibot or how he got there.

"Y-Yes! Haha! Oh my P-Primus, somebody knows! Can you help me!?" Bee sighed in relief with a big grin, but seemed to notice how the 2 guards snickered quietly to each other.

"Well, before we do, how do we know you're not a Decepticon?"

"I-I'm not! I was kidnapped over 3 Stellar Cycles ago! I've been forced to work under them to remain online! I will tell you anything you ask me, I just wanna go home!" Bee answered the other guard, but the other began to wave him off a bit. Why weren't they taking him seriously!?

"L-Look, please just help me out here! I need to escape and-!"

"Hate to cut ya off kid, but...." One guard cut Bee off mid-sentence, the 2 Autobot guards aimed their weapons at the minibot, ready to fire once the trigger was pulled.

Bumblebee became shocked, hurt, and confused. They...they know he's MIA, they seem to believe him, so why were they aiming at him...?

"I...what?" One guard began to speak, seeing the confusion and fear on the MIA former scout.

"Look, we believe you, really we do. However, you look like you could already be a Decepticon. I think you're better off MIA."

"W-what!? NO! What is wrong with you 2!?" Bumblebee shouted at the guards, yet they didn't seem to care at all.

"Listen, it's nothing personal, really. However, just to let you in on a little secret...Bots like you, MIA, no matter how hard they try to get away and pretend to be Decepticons to escape, aren't allowed back to the Autobots. Why do you think there are so many?" One guard shrugged, saying it like he telling the weather.

"Yeah, plus, we are assigned to kill any MIA bots or leave them rusting in the stockade. Better this way, so we don't have any more Decepticon problems. Even then, you're not even worth the time or the paperwork to fill in." The other continued, also being casual about it.

Bumblebee....Bumblebee was horrified. It was like taking a punch to his spark. Better off not found? Better off dead? These were coming from Autobots! Autobots are supposed to protect lives! But he and many others MIA, aren't worth it? What the fuck is going on? Why would the Council or anyone even allow this?

Bee couldn't move, he was frozen in place, too distraught by the info he had just taken in to really act or think of what to say and do next. The guards aimed and were ready to fire...

"So, now that you know, make this easy for us. We'll make it quick, kid..." They were about to fire. Bee was going to die if he didn't move, but he couldn't...

Before the triggers were pulled, 2 tin cans were thrown at the guards, releasing a smoke screen to blind them. As the guards coughed and began to blindly fire while calling for help, Lockdown dashed in, saving the kid and ducking behind a large tree with him. Lockdown was super annoyed that the kid for doing this while he was mapping out the joint, but more pissed at the fact Bumblebee almost got himself killed over something so stupid. Why the pit did no one tell the kid about bots when labeled MIA!?

"Slagging dammit! What were you thinking!? Are you trying to get yourself killed!?" Lockdown yelled at Bee, revving his own weapons up, ready for combat.

"I...I just..." Bumblebee muttered, unable to speak, Lockdown making him snap out of it by shoving the pistol beam in his servos.

"Focus! We can talk about how I'm gonna beat your aft for this later!" Lockdown snarled, the Autobots now firing their weapons at them.

There were at least 8 of them, one being the leader, all having their weapons and pistols, rifles fired up. They were looking for Lockdown and Bumblebee, ready to take them out. The leader hummed and turned to one of the guards.

"Are we allowed to use any of the weapons we've been working on?" The leader asked, getting a firm nod.

"Autobot Council said not to use too much though. Which one would you like us to use, sir?" The mech asked.

"Get those fancy-looking missiles. Messy, but quick." The leader gave his command, the mech nodded, and hurried to activate them.

Lockdown began to fire back, using his own weapons and mods to attack. He hit at least 2 of them, but the others began to fire. They needed to take these mechs out.

"Stay by me. Don't get yourself killed-!" Lockdown was cut off by the sound of something launching into the air.  He looked up and tensed.

Bumblebee looked up, too, seeing a missile coming their way. Lockdown quickly picked the kid up, Bee making a startling noise as Lockdown bolted, getting far away enough as the missile made an impact towards the ground, leaving a nasty explosion of electricity. That is no ordinary missile, but Lockdown didn't have a nanosecond to think much about it.

Once hidden behind some trees again, Lockdown dropped the minibot.

"Frag...I know what I just said, but I need to take these guys out. I underestimated this..." Lockdown muttered, Bumblebee hurrying back on his peds.

"W-Wait a sec, what am I supposed to do then!?"

"Stay Online. Hide. This is not the job for you anymore. Just wait for me..." Lockdown got his weapons ready and darted off, going to plan out his attack and get these fools taken care of.

Bumblebee wanted to chase after him, but didn't know if he should. He cursed himself, feeling uneasy, but soon heard those Autobots approaching. If he stayed, they might kill him. He had to run, and so he did. 

Lockdown hurried through the trees, firing from the sidelines at the Autobots, grabbing their attention. However, only 2 chased after him, the others wanted to pursue, but the leader stopped them.

"S-sir, the bounty hunter-!"

"He isn't much of a concern. Our bigger threat is that minibot. You said he's MIA?" The leader asked one of the mechs who was guarding, getting a firm nod.

"Get that Minibot. Don't do too much damage. All I want is info before we get rid of him..." The Leader orders, the Autobot troops obey and go to look for the kid.

At Bee, the minibot ran a good distance, hiding behind some of the trees to take cover, panting and looking. He was the fastest runner, no way they could catch up to him, but he didn't know just how well prepared these Autobots were. In the distance, he could see the Autobots in their Alt Modes, riding as both Cybertronian Cars and Motorbikes.

Bumblebee forgot that they could transform, yet he STILL couldn't! The minibot began to run again, letting out a yelp as another one of those missiles was launched towards him. There was nothing he could do but run away before he got blasted into bits. He began to weave his way through the trees, jumping onto rocks and branches, trying to take a higher ground, but one of the mechs pursuing him aimed their weapon at him and blasted, shooting him back onto the ground. 

Bee groaned loudly in pain as his backplates took the hit, falling down, hitting almost every branch in the way. He grunted as he landed, but hissed and forced himself back up, continuing to run away.

Meanwhile, with Lockdown, the Bounty Hunter could see the explosion from a distance. He cursed himself and transformed, hurrying in vehicle mode to get to the kid, knowing they were after him.

"Doesn't that brat know what staying low and hiding means!?" Lockdown told himself, picking up speed, only to be stopped halfway by the other 2 Autobots chasing him.

Lockdown jumped out of his vehicle mode, returning to root mode as the Autobots did the same, wasting no time to attack. The mismatched mech groaned in annoyance and began to fight back, attempting to make this a quick kill. Whether the mission got done or not, at this point, it didn't matter. He just couldn't let Bumblebee die. As he fought the 2 mechs off, Bee was also in a struggle.

The minibot ran as far as he could, only for one Autobot to dash in front of him, switching to root mode to attack him. Bumblebee dodged, ducking as the weapons were fired at him, getting close within distance to fight back physically. His training paid off a lot, as Bumblebee began to fight back, delivering quick punches and kicks, knocking the mech off his peds and disarming him in the process. Another one approached, Bee jumping mid-air and gave a hard axe-kick to the helm, punching him in the chassis and kicked him away.

The 2 Autobots groaned and hurried out the way, running far, confusing Bee, until he saw the missile being sent his way. Bumblebee barely had time to dodge, the missile coming towards him at full speed. He jumped, yet...

*KABOOM* *STATIC*

Lockdown looked over at the spot where the explosion happened, killing the 2 Autobots in his way, transforming and hurried over to where the Minibot was. If this kid died, Megatron would have his helm, and he was not about to let those credits go to waste. Lockdown moved as fast as he could, dashing to the explosion site, he didn't have much time before the rest of the Autobots caught up too.

By luck, Lockdown caught up before the Autobots did. He searched around, jumping through rubble, picking up large rocks, and tossing them to the side. He was cursing himself for leaving the kid alone, knowing he should've known better. Suddenly, he heard the sound of scraping metal and static, a loud, painful whine being heard nearby. Lockdown looked and saw Bumblebee practically dragging himself behind a large rock.

"Slag, kid!" Lockdown hurried over, sliding behind the rock and taking a good look at Bumblebee.

Bee was panting, struggling to vent, somewhat scraped and dented, but most of his frame looked ok. However, he kept hissing and trying to move his left stabilizer, trying to touch it or at least lift his knee joint, but the minibot didn't realize how bad the damage was as he whimpered with his optics shut tight. The entire stabilizer up to the left side of his waist was fragged up, damaged, circuits and wires exposed, dents and scratches deep, the entire stabilizer needed repairing. Static danced around the injury, making Bee feel fiery numbness yet sharp stinging pains all at once.

"I...I c-can't feel my stabilizer...w-why can't I f-feel it..." Bumblebee whimpered, biting his bottom lip as he tried not to cry. Lockdown looked over it, cursing himself again. He needed to get the kid back to the ship to aid him, yet these Autoscums were approaching fast.

Lockdown groaned in annoyance, looking over the rock and back at Bumblebee. After a nanosecond, Lockdown made up his mind; he knew he could take these Autobots out himself. He helped the kid lie down on his side, making sure he was small enough to be in a ball that didn't further hurt his frame or stabilizer. He used a few branches with organic leaves on them to cover Bee up completely.

"Stay here..."

Lockdown switches his hook to his saw, reeving it up, grabbing the pistol beam the kid dropped. He peeked around the corner, and the last few Autobots of the small outpost arrived, including the leader, making 6 in total.

Lockdown didn't have to calculate much, he may be outnumbered, but he still had the element of surprise and advantage. With the smoke from the explosion still fogging the place, Lockdown had this in the bag.

"...Sir, there's no sign of the MIA & Bounty Hunter." One Autobot ahead spoke aloud, looking back for a brief moment, barely able to see through the smoke.

"Keep looking! They couldn't have gone far! Keep that MIA alive though, we'll offline him once we get some Intel. Maybe change the story when sending the reports of what happened here..." The leader spoke, not caring what happened to the MIA minibot.

Suddenly, one of the troops yelped, getting snatched through the smoke and cut open, offlining him immediately. The remaining 5 tensed up and aimed their weapons, firing into the smoke, unsure if they were even hitting anything.

"Approach and fire-!" The leader was cut off as the farthest troop behind them was shot in the helm, a clean bullet through, another one offline.

"Oh slag! S-sir what do we-!?" The one on the farthest left was gunned down and Lockdown's hook was seen as the Bounty Hunter sliced their neck open. 3 Autobots left.

"Fire! JUST OPEN FIRE!" The leader shouted, now out of desperation. They fired blindly, hoping to hit Lockdown, who easily dodged in the smoke and shadows. 

After a flurry of shots, ammo ran out, they didn't have time to reload or figure out what to do next as Lockdown wiped the remaining 2 guards out. Killing one by slicing his helm clean off, and shooting the other in vital areas as he fell offline. The leader tensed up, pulling out his own weapon, electric rods, and attacking with a battle cry. Lockdown dodged, knocking the Autobot leader to his knees, and sliced through him with his chainsaw. The leader violently shook as he clung onto Lockdown, choking on his own energon and oil.

Once Lockdown pulled out his chainsaw, he stepped back, letting the leader fall down. The Autobot choked, coughed, and gagged, staring down at his massive wound that was rapidly bleeding out. He looked up at the bounty hunter with pitiful and pleading optics.

"P-please...mercy..." The leader weakly pleaded.

"Mercy? Are you going to show that kid any mercy? You Autobots and your so-called morals are just full bullshit..." Lockdown growled, aiming the pistol beam gun at the mech's helm and took the shot, killing the leader.

Lockdown sighed, looking at the dead mechs around him as the smoke finally cleared up, he would need to come back to gather the mods, data, and anything worth collecting. Right now, the kid needed aid. Lockdown hurried back to where he left Bumblebee, the minibot now limp with little whines. Lockdown pushed the branches and leaves aside, grunting as he picked the minibot up.

Before Lockdown could begin to hurry back, Bee hissed and tried to speak...

"I...just wanted...to go home..." Bee whimpered, his frame tensing up for a moment, before finally falling offline. His systems are putting him into stasis due to the pain.

Lockdown didn't reply, showed no emotion, looking down at Bee's unconscious frame, taking a moment to think before hurrying back to his ship to get him fixed up as best as he could...

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Bumblebee lay wide awake, staring at the ceiling, ignoring any messages Blitzwing was sending, ignoring his own thoughts, just....lost and numb. Almost as numb as his left stabilizer.

After Lockdown took care of everything, he took Bumblebee back to his ship, momentarily forgetting about the data he needed to grab for the job. Once on board, he laid the kid on the table in the main control room, tending to his injury as best as he could. Lockdown was no certified medic, but he knew a few tricks. Bee's stabilizer wasn't in too much of a bad condition that needed to be removed, however, it still needed some intense repairing.

Lockdown did the best he could, using a few mods for moments like this to tend to each dent, scrap, and anything punctured. He tended to any damaged wires, using temporary half-hard wires to make the lines flow together again, just enough to stop the bleeding energon and oils. He made sure all the screws and joints in the stabilizer were fine, somehow they were, and lastly used a replica of another mod to ease the pain.

It wasn't his best work, but the Minibot would be able to walk and run. However, while using another mod to scan over the damage, he noticed something... concerning. The missile that was fired at the kid was not an ordinary one, but rather a missile filled with toxic electro-mechanical systems, and not through electric waves. No, this was through the electrons, neutrons, and protons themselves. Almost airborne. One of which can only be noticed through a more zoomed-in medical eye.

Meaning Bumblebee's stabilizer with his nanites, energy, and any sort of feeling was now offline. He can still use it, but he'll never feel his left stabilizer again. Almost like a forever phantom pain, you still have the joint, but the reminder is still there. When Bumblebee went online, Lockdown informed him of the damage, Bee just sat there silently, unsure of what to say. Lockdown just sent the kid back to his room while he went to finish the mission now that there was nothing standing in the way.

So, that's where Bee was. In his berth room, lying awake and lost somewhere in a mindless void. Lockdown came back after an hour of being gone, starting up the ship, flying back off into space, but didn't come check nor bother the minibot. Bumblebee didn't mind, rather thankful Lockdown wasn't coming to harass him, but now the thoughts were coming in...

"Listen, it's nothing personal, really. However, just to let you in on a little secret...Bots like you, MIA, no matter how hard they try to get away and pretend to be Decepticons to escape, aren't allowed back to the Autobots. Why do you think there are so many?"

The way those Autobots said it...like he didn't matter. He wasn't worth saving. Just how many M.I.A bots were found only to be sent to the stockades or offline? It made the minibot feel nauseous. Did all Autobots think that way? Mostly like no. Did all Autobots who work under the council feel that way? Maybe...

Would his team feel this way if they knew? Would they be told to kill any mech or femme M.I.A? His thoughts began to take him back to the Autobot leader he killed in the accident, his first kill...

"...t-th-hey...w-wou-uldn-n't h-h-h-ave...."

It made the minibot realize what he meant, the Autobots wouldn't have taken him back, would they? He will either be dead or thrown in prison. It made him sick, almost....so what about his team? Did they think the same....?

"What am I thinking...? They're probably still looking for me and still worried...just sucks know I got backstabbed....again." Bee muttered to himself, frowning and turning over his side, having to look down at his left stabilizer cause he couldn't feel it move...even though it did move.

"Wonder what Ratchet would say if he were here...probably never let me leave the med bay again." Bee joked to himself, but it didn't bring a smile.

He thought back on his team, finding some comfort in the memories, even through a few bad ones. What he wouldn't do to see them again, it was just unfortunate that no matter how many times, how many opportunities, or how many moments it seemed like Bumblebee had a chance to escape, it all comes back to bite his aft. He frowned, wanting to hear Bulkhead's loud peds walk through the halls, wanting to hear the quietness from Prowl, wanting Ratchet to scowl at him, wanting to hear Sari's laughs and sneaky remarks, and Prime...

Bumblebee just wanted to hear his bossbot's words of encouragement again. To hear his lectures and speeches. To be told it'll be ok with the promises of being able to do better. He doesn't know how much longer he has to wait and see them, but he hopes soon....Bee just wants his life back....

Bee had no idea how long he lay in the berth, lost in space, and time moved uneasily like a blur. Somehow, he found the strength to turn over, reaching for the texting device. It felt so much heavier for some reason, despite being so small.

New Indirect Messages:

BW-3F: Hello Kleiner Käfer! I have free time to talk!

BW-3F: Are you there?

BW-3F: AT LEAST GIVE ME AN ANSWER!!!

BW-3F: Apologies. Please just respond...

BW-3F: Hummelchen?...

No New Responses.

Bumblebee couldn't reply, he didn't even have the energy to talk, not even through texting. He noticed how each response was at least an hour apart from each other, their last conversation from earlier must've been yesterday, going by the time. So, the minibot has been in berth for hours...what fun.

He lay there, not even startled or flinching when he heard banging on the door, Lockdown opening it. Lockdown leaned against the doorway, showing no concern or care at all, still.

"...You just gonna sulk all day or what?" Lockdown spoke up, Bee not bothering to look up.

"....why do you care?" Bumblebee replied in a quiet yet snappy tone, frowning more.

"....Get up and come with me." Lockdown demanded. Bumblebee could've replied, but he couldn't even be bothered to do that either.

The minibot sighed deeply, slowly sitting up, and moving more slowly to stand on his peds. It felt so weird to walk, like he's learning how to do it all over again, even though he has both stabilizers. Bee slowly walked, not being able to feel it move at all, despite being able to move it. He may as well be limping, even then it wouldn't do much. Lockdown purposely walked slow for him, making sure the kid was behind him as they headed to the main room.

Lockdown headed to the main panels, hooking something up, the comm.link screen showing static. Bee wasn't interested, looking down at the ground mostly, leaning against the table to stop walking, he wished he could at least feel pain in his left stabilizer. Yet the numbness reminded him of how pathetic and stupid he was for thinking those Autobots would help him. Is it so wrong to go home? To miss his family? 

Primus, it was like he could hear them....actually...he can hear them...

Bumblebee looked up, becoming so shocked he may as well attempt to pinch himself awake if he was offline and dreaming right now. The once static image on the screen now shows a LIVE Feed from a camera drone, recorded footage from Earth. From Detroit. Of his team. 

He walked closer, stumbling as it seemed like both stabilizers were gonna give out for good now. There was his team. All of them. Bulkhead and Sari laughing on the concrete couch, Primus, how Sari has grown. Prowl is assisting Ratchet with moving some things. Optimus looking at some datapads, looking more tired, different even, but ok at least.

Bumblebee couldn't believe it, he smiled, tears forming in his optics, almost chuckling too. It was...perfect...almost perfect. Bee looked away to turn his optics at Lockdown, who leaned against a shelf, but seemed uninterested.

"...Why are you-?"

"Figured you needed to hear and see it for yourself. Hear and see exactly how they've been without you this whole time." Lockdown cut the kid off, answering his question.

"W-what do you mean?" Bee asked, looking back at the screen.

"Just watch. You'll see that you're better off on this side of the galaxy than with them. This footage is legit too, no edits, no cuts, no bullshit. Just the truth." Lockdown said, looking at the minibot, who seemed confused, but still happy to see his whole team.

A reminder he'll be home to them soon, a reminder of hope and to keep fighting, to escape for them...

That's when the audio turned up, picking up on the conversation as Team Prime gathered around.

"...At least you guys can get monthly supplies, just sucks you got demoted, Optimus." Sari spoke up, climbing onto Bulkhead to sit on his shoulder now.

Wait. Prime got demoted?! WHAT THE FRAGGIN FUCK HAPPENED!?

"I'm not too upset by it, it has been over a month now, and I've gotten used to it. And it's Orion Pax now, Sari." Optimus, or Orion, replied. Orion Pax? Bumblebee thought it was a stupid, silly name. But hey, he probably would be called that rather than Pupu again.

"It's still weird to call you that, and you'll always be our Prime bossbot!" Bulkhead smiled, being hopeful as ever. He was always such a soft spark.

"Even then, it's ridiculous you got demoted! Ultra Magnus and the rest of those bureaucrats can kiss my aft! What have they done for any of us? And if you're demoted, why does Ultra Magnus want monthly updates from you?" Ratchet complained, grumpy docbot was the same at least, but that did catch Bee's attention. Monthly reports?

"It doesn't matter. What's done is done." Optimus replied, almost dismissing it, looking sheepish a bit.

"But I still don't get why this also changes Bumblebee's status as MIA to Offline. It doesn't sit right with me." Prowl spoke up, shocking the minibot shocked.

MIA to Offline?...That didn't sound right at all, it wasn't right. He was online, very much alive.

"I'm still upset you didn't fight harder for it..." Sari muttered, Optimus frowning.

"I wish I had...but it's Ultra Magnus' word. I'm still sorry, guys..." Optimus apologized, getting a pat from Ratchet.

"Don't blame yourself kid, it's no one's fault...if we're talking about this, we might as well share our honest thoughts." Ratchet said.

"Honest thoughts?" Bulkhead questioned, leaning in.

"I have been looking into psychological things lately, and sorry if this sounds harsh, but do any of you really believe the kid is still online?" Ratchet shrugged, speaking bluntly.

"Ratchet-!"

"It's just a question Sari!" Ratchet cut off Sari's shout of disbelief, even though the other 3 mechs looked just as surprised.

Bumblebee could not believe what he was hearing right now... they were not having this conversation. Meanwhile, Lockdown still didn't look, just listened, occasionally glancing up at the minibot.

"Well, I think he's still very much online! I never give up on him even while he's gone!" Sari defended his presence, at least she believed in him.

"I mean...I don't know...Bumblebee wasn't always the best, but..." Bulkhead was now looking sheepish himself, unsure if he should really speak his mind.

"...I suppose...I do believe he's gone." Prowl answered, getting a mix of shocked looks before continuing.

"Think about it. It's Bumblebee. No disrespect to him, but he wouldn't even have lasted half a cycle if the Decepticons truly did retreat to New Kaon. He's too quick to really think and probably was left to...I cannot say it, but we are all thinking it." Prowl explained his reasoning to his belief, it hurt Bee to hear those words...

"I...I don't know what to think. It is my fault that he's gone to begin with." Optimus spoke more quietly, the guilt on his faceplates and in his optics made Bee frown.

He felt his spark ached, did bossbot really blame himself? It wasn't his fault...

"...Well...I think the kid is gone. Knowing his behavior and attitude, he probably pissed off a lot of Cons." Ratchet gave his answer, Optimus, Bulkhead, and Sari all frowned.

"...I guess...I do think the same..." Bulkhead answered just as quietly as Optimus had, the minibot's spark hurting even more. His own best friend?

Have they all given up on him? Sari is the only one who cared and hoped, but his team...?

"I guess I'm the only one who is hopefully...but I guess I can see why you guys think that. Kinda reminds me of the time we took out nanosec when my dad made those turbo-boosters." Sari snorted a bit, remembering how messy that mission went.

"Didn't we train him that day to think with his head and not his thrusters?" Optimus asked, getting a shrug from Bulkhead.

"I mean, we didn't have time at all. After Ratchet took the boosters away and before we could head out, the alarm went off. Prowl and I must've forgotten." Bulkhead also chuckled a bit.

Bumblebee remembered that day too. Bossbot did say Bulkhead and Prowl would train him, teach him how to think before acting or something like that, but they never got that chance.

"Kid would've thrown it over his head anyway, like how he entered that fighting match in Meltdown's little show before the human turned into an acid monster. The kid couldn't even handle being called little! It was like a trigger word!" Ratchet also laughed along, smirking as he remembered how hard the kid tried to be a hero, only to fail miserably.

"Or when we had to go 'camping' in the forest. No offense, but it seemed like you could've done most of the work, Sari." Prowl now added to the small jokes, getting Sari to smirk a bit, even she found it funny.

Like, sure, Bee wasn't perfect, he wasn't the best, full of flaws and let his ego get over on him sometimes, but he just wanted to prove himself. Was that wrong? Why are they mocking his failures? He hated being mocked, they knew that...

"Bee had many failures, but what could we do? He was always obnoxious and full of himself." Prowl chuckled, remembering how painfully silly the minibot was.

"I mean, he had his moments...but I do agree. Haha!" Bulkhead laughed along, sure he missed his little buddy, but it was just silly, truthful, playful banter.

"I don't know if we should really talk about him like this..." Optimus said, not sure if it was right, but he didn't disagree.

"Come on, Optimus! Even you can admit Bumblebee did too much at times. Sure, I was no better beside him, like how we snuck out to those illegal street racing events Master Diaster held!" Sari giggled, remembering how fun yet scary the night was.

"She has a point, Pax. The kid never listened, obeyed, and always got into more trouble with his glossia than his boosters. You think he would listen if he were still here? Listen to the Decepticons?" Ratchet smirked and pointed out, Optimus didn't reply for a nanosec, but did form a small smirk that sent unsettling shivers down his spinal cord.

"Ok, you made your point. He wouldn't. Sure, we care for him...but I guess he is gone." Optimus shrugged, his small smirk momentarily gone now.

Bumblebee stared with wide optics, shocked to hear all of this, it all hurt his spark and processor so much. Oh, Primus, did it hurt bad. Lockdown was now fully looking at the kid, seeing how the minibot didn't seem to notice he was crying, coolant oily tears running down his faceplates and dripping onto the floor. Lockdown wasn't shocked or in a "told you so" mood, rather amazed this hasn't happened for the minibot yet.

How long were the Cons on New Kaon gonna keep him in the dark about this? Then again, that freak Shockwave would've tormented him with it first if Lockdown hadn't decided to make that quick pit stop to record this...

"If I'm being honest fully now...probably better this way if he is offline. It be a mercy killing for him." Ratchet spoke up, Optimus, Bulkhead, and Prowl seeming to agree.

"Well, imma still keep my hope up. And when he comes back, Bumblebee and I are gonna get on your last nerves in your frames!" Sari joked, the 4 mechs laughed a bit.

"He just go back to trying to play hero again. I comfort him as always...but he be grounded as usual." Optimus joked, they all laughed together.

The rest of the LIVE feed just showed them laughing, joking about Bumblebee's failures, his once-personality and mindset, how he once behaved. As if that's all he was. One big fucking joke. Bee didn't even hear the rest, all of it going turning into a deafening blur, as he silently choked on a sob, looking down at the floor.

Lockdown watched as the minibot cried, sighing and stood up straight. The mismatched mech went over to where Bumblebee stood, he was somehow surprised the kid didn't go into a fit of rage and having a mental crash in his processor, but he was glad too. Rather not have his trophies damaged if the kid lost his cool.

"Like I said kid, pick yourself up. Stop crying. You're better off here on this side of the galaxy than to be back over with them." Lockdown spoke up again, approaching the sobbing minibot, who finally wiped his coolant oily tears away, sniffling and turning away from the screen to look at the mismatched bounty hunter...

"Listen, I am not the best at these things...but I do think you are better off without them. Don't let anyone ever tell you that you aren't enough, that you're not ready, that you can't reach your full potential. I was like you once you know..." Lockdown spoke almost calmly, it was the closest thing he could offer to comfort. Seeing the kid in distress reminded him of his younger years, before he became a Bounty Hunter...

"...I had a teacher once. I was told many times how I was one of his greatest students. I took pride in that, I wanted to make him proud. However, when the War happened, I did something...I did what I thought was the right thing by letting a Decepticon live..." Lockdown paused for a moment, looking away as Bee listened. The mismatched bot sighed and continued.

"...I got kicked out and was told I brought shame. It hurt more than anything. To be told I was the greatest student one klik then told I brought dishonor the next. So, when I became a bounty hunter...let's just say I gave my old teacher one last visit..." Lockdown looked at his hook, remembering the night he killed his teacher, Master Yoketron. Did he regret it? Maybe he did once, but in this moment now, he doesn't feel guilty at all.

Bee just stared with his tear-stained faceplate, slowly looking back at the LIVE feed of his old team, they were still talking slag and laughing, like nothing was wrong. Like he wasn't there. Is this how it has been for the last 3 years? Did they truly miss him? Or were they relieved to know he was gone? Even though they all talked about missing him, they had no issue laughing at his expense.

If he showed up now, would they hug him out of pure relief or mock his current exhausted state? Bumblebee looked back on so many things in that one moment, it hurt his processor. He needed to rethink everything, but turned his attention back to Lockdown as the mech continued to speak.

"I chose my own path, one that no longer held me back, and made a good name for myself, for better or worse. You need to start doing the same, make something of yourself, and stop letting mechs fuck you over..." Lockdown said, giving a serious expression, but his optics showed some care for the minibot's current state.

It was almost like a parental bot being firm yet caring with their sparkling. Their relationship was nowhere near like that, but Bee had to admit, it was almost reassuring...

Bumblebee wiped his tear-stained faceplate again, taking a deep breath, nodding to Lockdown. He wouldn't be able to do it overnight, but it had to be done. Yes, the feeling and thoughts of escape still lingered, as well as the dark thoughts of guilt and ending it all remained, but he needed to stay. So, Bumblebee made the hard choice, if he couldn't escape and go back to Earth, then he would need to escape for himself and stop holding onto the thoughts of his team waiting for him.

They chose to move on without him...so now he is forced to move on from them...

"...when is the next mission?" Bee asked quietly to Lockdown, who gave a slight raised optic ridge at the kid.

"...In 2 solar cycles." Lockdown answered, the minibot nodded.

"...I'm ready to try again. I won't hesitate." Bumblebee replied, Lockdown, knowing what he meant.

"...good. Go get some rest. Once you're fully used to it, we'll practice with what weapons work best." Lockdown dismissed the kid, watching him nod and slowly walk back to his room.

Bee collapsed once more onto the berth once inside, sighing and looked down at his left stabilizer. Still intact at least. He then heard the device buzz, opening it to see Blitzwing messaged him again, he may as well answer the Triple Changer now.

New Indirect Messages:

B-127: Hey...

BW-3F: Hummel! You answered! Did something happen!?

Bumblebee stared for a klik, taking a deep breath, giving a tired smile as he replied.

B-127: No...just learned something new.

BW-3F: Oh? What's that?

B-127: To look out for myself for now on... no more holding back.

Chapter Text

As each Cycle passes, New Kaon grows, its New Citadel becoming a beacon and symbol of power. While many issues remain with a lack of energy, oil, and functional requirements, the Decepticon Colony does its best to remain banded together and push through each day.

Lord Megatron, their Tyrant, their leader, their symbol of a new dawn & freedom, worked hard to provide for them. He still needed his army to grow & gather once more to increase power. Despite a lack of help from Cons & items, the Decepticons remained a threat at large to all Autobots, which is all Megatron cared for at the moment. As long as fear was still in place, everything else could be handled one way or another.

For now, raiding missions remained the same, to gather & steal all they could before hunting down the next group of unfortunate Autobots. Some were offline, while some were taken prisoner to be put to other uses, and if they didn't comply...they're better off as spare parts. However, some Bots have been able to see the "truth", or at least forced to, joining the Decepticon Legion under Megatron's lead. Not all were successful, but a few rare ones have been put to work & are earning their way to basic training.

Speaking of which...

"My lord! I have done as you asked of me!" Lugnut proudly spoke, stomping into the throne room and handing datapads to his mighty Warlord.

"Good, you've done well. Now return to your normal duties." Megatron said deadpan and in a dismissive tone, but Lugnut took it with pride, knowing he made his master happy.

"If you require anything, I shall serve you, my lord! My frame and spark are yours!" Lugnut proudly proclaimed, Lord Megatron, sighing in annoyance.

"Just...go tend to your duties." Megatron dismissed him once more, Lugnut leaving as ordered. His next task is to see Strika, oh how he missed seeing her too.

Megatron looked over the datapads, which usually reported on the supplies being brought in, which supplies were used, energon and oil percentage, etc, etc. The numbers, needless to say, were scraping bad. Low, yes, but slowly growing. The issue is that they're not growing fast enough. Megatron knew this couldn't continue, he needed to have his Legion and Army growing once more, but the lack of items would not work.

He needed to think for a moment, to see what his options were. Yes, the usual raids were working, but it resulted in his mechs being injured or near dead sometimes. Then some of the supplies gathered needed to go to them, the rest were used to give to the troops or to Kaon. It's never enough, they need more and better access to better chances of success. Materials are one thing they found ways to work around with the lack of them, but energon and oil are another.

Megatron hummed and began to dial up Shockwave, wanting his opinion once more, as well as to see the best possible ways to earn Energon. It would be a miracle if they could make it themselves, one of these cycles.

Shockwave, or Longarm, was back on Cybertron once more, serving his purpose as an Autobot and being a spy for the Cons. The mech answered after a few rings, looking a bit tired for some reason.

"Lord Megatron, you wish to speak to me?" Shockwave spoke, not transforming out of Longarm like he normally would when speaking to his lord, and was even whispering like he wasn't alone.

"Shockwave. I need an opinion." Megatron spoke, Longarm looked somewhere down beside him, because off-screen, a certain blue speeding minibot by the annoyingly cute name of Blurr, recharged beside him. Honestly, for Megatron to call after a night of interfacing with Blurr wasn't embarrassing, just bad timing.

"Very well." Longarm slowly got up out of the berth, making sure not to awaken Blurr, and entered another room. Once the door was locked, he transformed into Shockwave.

"What is it you wish to speak of?" Shockwave asked.

"The reports came in. We require a new solution to remain stocked up, we cannot keep going forward with our original tactics. I would like to know if you have any suggestions?" Megatron informed and asked, Shockwave pondered for a moment before answering.

"How about having a few more spies on the job? I will need to look into the best spots where you can have more mechs willing to go undercover to have a few 'well-paid deliveries' in large amounts of hefty credits. Or find a way to make sure it is discounted so you won't lose much." Shockwave suggested.

"Perhaps, but it only works for a short amount of time."

"That is true. You need to switch mechs every so often under a different trading route, find a way to look like an accident as well."

"Hmm...it won't work then. Any more ideas?" Shockwave pondered once more.

"Is being able to reserve and put a hold on the raids an option?" Shockwave suggested, getting a sigh and no from Megatron.

"We may have to, but then we'll have nothing and be back at square one. So not an option." Megatron said.

"I am afraid I cannot provide much then. Our options are so limited that it would require the most thought-out plans that would take a lot of time, and are very difficult to pull off. Raids shall be our only option for now. Although..." Shockwave wandered off on his sentence, thinking for a moment, Megatron waiting for him to finish.

"Have you contacted Swindle?"

"Swindle? What about that shady, greedy mech?"

"He may know a few of the best trading routes to raid, my Lord. He knows how to get in and out, as well as find the best offerings from other mechs. Or even Decepticons in disguise." Shockwave suggested.

The Tyrant hummed at the Double Agent's suggestion. It is true, as shady as Swindle can be, he will do anything for a nice amount of credits. He knows the best routes to take, therefore knowing the best spots where they are at their weakest. It could work, but will Swindle be able to work in the long run?

"I suppose...It's an option. I will try to see if I can contact him. Thank you, Shockwave." Megatron thanked his loyal soldier and ended the call.

Megatron began to search through his logs, finding the hidden call link to connect him to Swindle. After a few dials and rings, the capitalist mech answered.

"MEGATRON! What a surprise! Haven't seen you since that mess you made back on that organic planet, haha! You look great by the way!" Swindle greeted with a large grin and cheery tone, yet that tone was the sound of a salesbot ecstatic to sell something.

"Oh spare me the pleasantries. I am contacting you for an offer. A very large one that I will pay you very well for." Megatron offered, Swindle's audials turned high up to hear.

"Really now? Please do share! I would love to be of service!" If he could, Swindle's optics would show dollar signs.

"I need to know the trading routes you take to make your deals. We need more supplies asap, and I know you know which ones are the best to take down." Megatron stated, Swindle chuckled a bit.

"Now that is a bit of a task, but mere sparkling play! I will have the best mapped out routes where you can hit 'em where it hurts! Might need to contact a fellow bounty hunter for a bit of help though, I'm sure you know of Lockdown by now." Swindle smirked and agreed to help, mentioning the mismatched mech.

"Is that so? He might not be able to help much at this moment. I have him training one of my Tier 3s to get the trainee into proper Decepticon shape." Megatron said, sparking Swindle's interest once more.

"Really now? Oh, I remember those days! At least I skipped the beating part and got straight to business! Perhaps you can kill 2 Bots with 1 Spear here. I can go help Lockdown by giving the mods this trainee needs so we can start getting to work as possible. Just a bonus offer for paying me so much!" Swindle offered, Megatron waved his servo.

"If you want. Just get the work done. Be warned, you may know the mech Lockdown is training. So don't pick any fights." Megatron warned, Swindle just made a pssh sound.

"No worries! I mean, how bad can the mech even be?"

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Another day, another mission. A rogue Decepticon was on the run, trying to save his own plating, hoping he would find somewhere to hide on this dead-end of a rocky planet he got stuck on. Unfortunately, he was shot down, scoped with a perfect hit on a vital point to his back plating, and Bee, of all mechs, took the shot.

Once the Con stumbled and tried to regain his steps, Bee shot again, the laser bullet going clean through the mech, energon pouring out. That was Bee's chance to catch up, swinging the rifle around to carry on his back. The Minibot was naturally fast, of course, but thanks to Lockdown's training, he was moving incredibly fast & more skillfully.

It didn't even take long for Bee to catch up to the rogue Decepticon, slowing down as he neared the mech. The Con coughed up energon & oil, he tried to defend himself against the minibot by turning around to punch him. The former scout easily dodged and swiftly took out a blazing hot combat knife, delivering a fatal stab wound to the servo the mech tried to punch him with.

The Con screamed in agony, falling back onto his aft, panting and panicking. He scrambled, trying to get away, but the minibot got closer.

"P-please! Leave me b-be! I'll do anything!" The rogue Decepticon pleaded, wanting to remain online, but as Bee was taught, mercy was not an option. It never will be again.

Bumblebee pulled out the laser rifle, aiming at the mech's helm, and took the final shot. Energon, oil, and circuitry splattered, the mech falling offline as his frame fell to the ground. Bee took a deep vent and let his systems cool a bit, hearing familiar footsteps now approaching from behind.

"Not bad. You're getting better & learning quickly. You used the gun perfectly, bonus points for the knife, but you still took a second longer than you should have." Lockdown gave his praise & criticism to the minibot, looking down at the dead mech, smirking at Bee's current work.

It didn't last long in the moment, Lockdown glanced at the kid, not surprised to see the kid now shaking. Bumblebee was doing his best not to purge his tanks...

"...Are you able to keep it down this time?" Lockdown asked, and Bee took a cartoonish gulp, nodding as he tried to calm the rolling tanks and tremors.

Over the last month, Bumblebee has been learning how to use weapons and the best ways to kill. He seemed pretty well in the range of weapons, picking up guns and melee weapons was best to use. So far, the minibot has been good with anything that involves a far range, such as sniper charges and laser rifles. The kid has also been good in hand-to-hand combat, especially when delivering kicks. For melee, anything with double-charged swords or a combat knife for a good stab.

The issue that remained was killing. The first time the minibot killed another mech(purposely), Bumblebee practically purged up his tanks repeatedly and dry heaved, having a panic attack to which Lockdown had to begrudgingly calm him down from.

The second time the kid purged up his tanks once again, dry heaved, and had a mini panic attack. Third time, just purged and sobbed like a sick sparkling. Fourth time, purged. Fifth time, purged. Sixth time...you get the idea.

Now, Bee was at the stage of being able to kill, just trying to hold his tanks in as he accepted his actions in training. He was getting used to it, so he would soon be ready on the battlefield. Which means all Lockdown has to do now is give the kid his mods. The mod parts will be the hardest to decide, the Bounty Hunter has to give the minibot something that would work in the long run and nothing too small, or too large for him to handle.

Lockdown has a few mods the minibot could try out, but he needed to go on a bit of a shopping spree to find the right fit. While Lockdown thought on what to give Bee, the kid decided to speak up once the nausea passed.

"S-so...same as always? Take the mods and armor?" Bumblebee asked, and Lockdown nodded.

"Just take what we need, but I'll do this one. Can't have you purge on the frame again." Lockdown groaned, Bee whined at the comment.

"Come on! It was an accident! And my fourth time!" Bumblebee argued back, Lockdown just dismissed him and pulled out his chainsaw.

"Just get back to the ship and wait for me there, we're done for today." Lockdown ordered, getting to work on cutting the dead Con into bits. Bumblebee felt the need to purge just by watching, so he hurried back not to empty his tanks again.

As Bumblebee walked, he began to wonder to himself, was he making the right call? By learning how to cope and be a Con, so he can escape for himself? I mean, he's been practically doing it for 3, maybe 3 and a half, years now. All while Team Prime on Earth were enjoying themselves. Bumblebee's sadness became anger, he has been replaying that moment in his processor ever since Lockdown showed him that footage of what his once team said about him.

It made the minibot so angry. They say they miss him, but were they that dismissive and doubtful about him? Did they not once consider the fact that he could-! No. CAN LOCK-IN when shit gets real? It wasn't fair, honestly. Why do they get to move on and be safe, be happy, in their worlds? While he was stuck playing a good little trainee for the Cons. Bumblebee shook his helm immediately when thinking that.

No... No... it wasn't their fault. Bee wouldn't wish for any of his friends or those he cared for to go through this brutal treatment. Yes, he was still angry, still sad when thinking back on their mocks and believing he was offline(except Sari), but he didn't wish pain towards them. The logical part of his processor was telling him this was normal anyway, they couldn't search or wait forever, but it still didn't sit right with him. Why?

Bumblebee made it back to the ship, heading to the wash rack immediately to wash the small amount of energon off himself from his kill when he stabbed the mech. He scrubbed his servos clean, making sure not one stain was left on him, but the feeling of it still remained. It'll always remain on him, no matter how hard he tries to erase the feeling and mental image of it all. The minibot vented deeply. He was adjusting to killing, he was getting used to taking a life, but at the same time, he wasn't.

To Lockdown, he was making progress. To Bumblebee, he was still trying to accept it. A handful of mechs' lives have already been taken because of him, whether a friend or enemy. He may be willing to kill, but the minibot felt sick every time doing it. Just knowing the fact, HE did that, HE CHOSE to do that, just to live. Blitzwing, Lockdown, and any other Decepticon will tell him that he would've done this at some point. So why does he feel sick doing it?

Sure, he purged and cried the first few times, but he couldn't stop purging now. Just thinking about it made his tanks rumble in a discomforting way. Bumblebee shook his helm, splashing the cool water on his faceplates to cool down, he didn't want to think too hard or find answers within himself right now. He went back to his berth room and collapsed onto the berth, sighing in comfort to be off his peds, he had been running after that rogue Con all morning.

"Stupid Lockdown...bastard could've let me ride on top of him at least." Bee muttered, thinking how this morning, he had done all the chasing, while Lockdown could just transform and go after the Con faster. Only if he could transform himself...

Bumblebee reached over at the drawer, grabbing the small messaging device, which Lockdown called an "old-school load of slag". It did make Bee chuckle, the thought of Blitzwing being so old he knew what these things were. He may as well call him Rust-Bot 2.0 to replace Ratchet.

New Indirect Messages:

B-127: Blitzwing! You there!?

B-127: Hello! Hello!

B-127: Answer already! I am SUPER BORED!!!

B-127: Blitzwing

B-127: Blitzwing

B-127: Blitzwing

B-127: Blitzwing

B-127: Blitzwing

B-127: Blitzwing

B-127: Blitzwing

BW-3F: KNOCK IT OFF ALREADY!!! WHAT!?

Bumblebee laughed out loud and continued texting...

B-127: Hi :3

BW-3F: Oh, for the love of Primus, what am I going to do with you, Hummelchen?

B-127: Give me my freedom so you can be done with me?

BW-3F: AND LOSE OUT ON SEEING YOU! NO WAY!!!

B-127: Aw shucks! Worth a shot! Anyways, whatcha dooooin~?

BW-3F: The usually mundane bullslag job...what are you doing?

B-127: Finished another job. Lockdown says I'll be getting my mods soon enough.

BW-3F: Impressive...BUT ALSO VERY EXCITING! MUAHAHA! If you get a paint job, LOOK LIKE STARSCREAM TO MOCK HIM!

B-127: Haha! No way! He's a pick-me loser! I mean, I kicked his aft and he throws a fucking tantrum. Hehe!

BW-3F: Hehe, I did enjoy hearing that. However, I do wonder what mods you will receive. You can't have anything too overpowering for your frame, but nothing too insignificant either...

B-127: Don't worry! I'm sure Lockdown will give me the best stuff and not make me the next big joke where I look like a dumb glitch.

BW-3F: If you say so, Kleiner Käfer.

The 2 continue texting, even as Bumblebee felt the ship start up and take off, indicating Lockdown is back, as usual.

B-127: Mismatch is back. The ship is now taking off.

BW-3F: How exciting! Any idea where you 2 are heading off to now!?

B-127: Not a clue, honestly. I have to go and ask.

BW-3F: Go ahead then. I need to do something real quick.

B-127: Ok! Be right back!

BW-3F: Don't keep me waiting, kleiner Käfer

Bumblebee placed the device down and got up from his berth. He left his room and headed to the main control room. Lockdown was there, but now looked annoyed as slag after ending a comm.link call.

"What scratched up your aft and died?" Bumblebee asked, and Lockdown gave him an annoyed sigh.

"You're getting your mods..." Lockdown grumpily spoke, not sounding pleased at all.

"...Is that a problem?" Bee shrugged, Lockdown shook his head.

"No, it's not. The issue is that an annoying joke of an aft asshat is coming to...'assist' me. Megatron's orders." Lockdown sounded even more annoyed.

"Someone coming to help you? Are you upset cause you are being given help or mad at the mech who is coming to help?"

"Yes..."

"Ok then...what do I do?"

"Just go get some rest. I'll come get you once we land on the planet we're going to meet up at." Lockdown dismissed Bee, tossing the kid a can of oil to refuel. The minibot shrugged and walked out with his can of oil.

Bee returned to his berth room, popping the can of oil open and taking a long, refreshing gulp. Tasted way better than the rations they served in the Refuel Hall back on New Kaon. He grabbed his device and began typing a response to Blitzwing.

New Indirect Messages:

B-127: I'm back. Lockdown is upset because another mech is coming to meet up with him. On the other hand, I'm getting my mods!

BW-3F: Impressive. Though I do wonder who is meeting up with him.

B-127: You got any clue? You're always with Megabucket anyway.

BW-3F: My work revolves around weaponry, training, and missions. Whoever Megatron speaks to, I have no part of.

B-127: Well that sucks.

BW-3F: We all have our fair share of work kleiner Käfer~! I do my part just as much as every bot does!

B-127: Pfft, alright then.

The 2 mechs kept messaging, Bumblebee getting a few laughs as Blitzwing humored him, the 2 even shared a few stories and had a good time. Blitzwing had to leave after a Megacycle of talking, telling Bee goodbye, and asking for picks when he gets his mods. Bee blushed at the thought of sending a Blitzwing a selfie, even though he couldn't do that anyway.

Bumblebee long finished his oil can, placing the empty can to the side and lying back on his berth, trying to think of what to do. He didn't wanna poke around his left stabilizer or find out if he could get some sort of feeling to it. The last time he tried that was when he first killed a mech, he was in so much of a panic over it that he didn't realize he had gotten stabbed in his knee joint. Even then, he couldn't feel a thing.

The minibot even tried self-harm to his left stabilizer, just made a mess of energon and oil, a few dents and marks too. Lockdown was pissy at the kid for doing something so stupid, but more upset that Bumblebee lost energon and oil. As if getting a lecture wasn't bad enough, Bumblebee had gotten one that day from Lockdown of all mechs! So unfair! Not his fault, he just wanted to try a few methods!

Now that he remembered his lectures, his processor went back to Team Prime again. Other than the footage, he began to think about certain moments over again. When looking back on it, it seemed like everyone was right. Megatron was right...

"...From what I know, they had all the time in the world to belittle you. To lecture you. Looking down upon you while coddling you all at once. Never had they helped you reach your fullest potential. And why is that?"

Bee frowned, looking back on some of those moments, not feeling right with any of it...

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Team Prime just finished dealing with Meltdown for the first time, to think this once-human became an acidic being out for revenge against Sumdac, who did no wrong. After he had been taken away for all the damage he caused, Team Prime stood in the lobby of Sumdac Tower, glad they were victorious.

"Big help you were, Bulkhead. Why don't you just draw a big bullseye over that oversized chest plate of yours?" Bumblebee joked with a smirk. After all, he did save Sumdac and took the hit for Bulkhead, so he felt good about himself.

"Gotta admit kid, for a little bot, you got a great big spark...but don't do that again." Ratchet commented, at first smiling, which made Bee more proud, before frowning with his usual grumpy look.

"What!? Come on! Give me some credit!" Bee whined, Optimus placed his servo on Bee's shoulder.

"You did show a lot of courage taking that hit for Bulkhead, but Ratchet is right. Perhaps it could have played out a bit differently." Optimus gave a smile as Bee pouted, but smiled back and nodded.

"Sorry about yanking your crankcase. I was just having a little fun." Bulkhead reassured his best friend while giving an apology.

"Little? Did you just say little?"

"No, I mean...yeah, hehe! Yeah, little buddy!" Bulkhead laughed, Bee stuck his glossia out and  crotched down.

"I may be small, but I'm scrappy!" Bee jumped into the air and transformed, showing how fast and skillful he was, boasting his moves.

"It's gonna be impossible to live with now, isn't it?" Sari whispered with a smirk to the others.

"Oh yeah, big time." Ratchet shrugged and smirked, they let Bumblebee continue to do his own thing...

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Bumblebee and Bulkhead entered the living room, Optimus already waiting for them with his servos on his hips. Just last night, Bumblebee and Bulkhead were dealing with a petty thief with a silly name. Bee was just having a little fun before Bulkhead came and acted like a big party pooper. Then, thanks to him, he smashed his wrecking ball, causing the deck they were standing on to collapse and fall into the water!

Optimus was there to catch the human at least and turn him over to Fanzone, but it wasn't like anything bad happened!

"Feeling refreshed after a midnight swim?" Optimus asked sarcastically, optic ridge raised, and Bumblebee immediately knew it was meant towards him...

"It wasn't my fault! I-I swear!" Bumblebee immediately defended himself.

"This isn't about assigning blame, Bumblebee. It's about using your head instead of your thrusters. That's what I want you to work on with Prowl and Bulkhead today." Optimus reassured Bee, while assigning him a training task on how to be patient and think things through.

"But I had plans with Bumblebee." The 3 looked back, seeing Sari and Ratchet enter the room, Sari not happy that her friend was going to be busy. However, the small human then smirked and pulled out a remote button.

"Remember that Prototype I told you my dad was building?" Sari then pressed the button.

The main entrance door slides open, making it look like a grand entrance reveal as Bumblebee looks with wide optics. Before them on a cart dolly were 2 bright black and yellow boosters, the light reflecting off them as they shone. It was practically begging Bumblebee to be worn by him and only him.

The minibot hurried over and looked at the turbo boosters with a closer look...

"Turbo Boosters? Sweet!" Bumblebee grinned, so ready to wear them.

"You're not actually thinking of hooking these things up to yourself, are you?" Optimus asked, hoping the young bot wouldn't actually do it.

"Oh of course not! I was gonna ask the docbot to do it for me." Bee smirked, looking back at Ratchet.

"Have you got your processor up your exhaust port? These things are untested. Incompatible-!"

"And totally wicked fast!" Sari cut Ratchet off. Bee smile grew as he picked up both boosters and held them against his back.

"How fast do you think I can go with them? 200? 500?" Bumblebee asked with excitement, before frowning and trying to grab the turbo boosters back as Ratchet used his magnetics to take the boosters away from him.

"Forget it kid! I just got through pounding dents out of you! I won't let you put in more!" Ratchet declared, taking the turbo boosters away for safety.

"What!? My dad's equipment is perfectly safe!" Sari defended her dad's work, crossing her arms and pouting.

"Look, we are not arguing over this. End of discussion. No turbo boosters Bee. Now, about that training-!" Optimus was cut off as the alarms went off, meaning criminal activity was happening.

"Guess we'll have to train later, little buddy." Bulkhead said, Bee shrugged.

"Whatever. Besides, I know I'm already the best." Bumblebee transformed into vehicle mode, letting Sari ride front seat as Optimus told them to roll out. He never got the chance to train and they forgot while dealing with Nanosec...

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Bumblebee couldn't stop thinking about it. That nature trip with Prowl and Sari? Sari saved them and Prowl got praised for his quick thinking while Bee was told to do better...

When Headmaster attacked Bulkhead? Bee was told to knock it off for joking around too much...

Those street races with Master Disaster? Got scolded for sneaking out with Sari, only to get comforted later by Optimus...

Then there was the moment with Swindle and the SUV. Not even a thanks, just a scolding and comforted by Optimus...

It was like a pattern. No matter what Bumblebee did, he was never given full credit for anything, never trained or taught better, always told to do better or get lectures before...before being coddled. It made Bee cringe. How did he not notice it before? Any of it? Was he so used to being dismissed and undermined that he thought everything was normal?

Honestly, thinking about it all was giving him a migraine, his broken horn and cracked optic were tingling painfully. He wishes he could get them both fixed and not keep this ugly scar. The minibot sighed and just rested his optics, unknowingly falling into a recharge...

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Megacycles passed, Bumblebee came online as he felt the ship starting to land. He sat up and rubbed his optics, waiting for the ship to land fully before getting up and stepping out of the berthroom. He looked around, Lockdown not anywhere in his usual spots, maybe meeting up with that mech he mentioned?

He headed to the main control room, on the table laid several different mods and installments. Bumblebee didn't know what any of them were capable of, so he didn't touch or play around with any of them. Bee was about to go find Lockdown, but before he could leave, the mismatched mech walked in.

"Oh, good, you're here." Lockdown crossed his servos, looking more annoyed than ever.

"Uh, yeah. You meet up with the mech yet?" Bumblebee asked, hearing another pair of peds following behind Lockdown.

"Mech? Is that all I am? Then again, you probably wouldn't even understand just how much value I hold, minibot." Bumblebee became jaw-dropped, right behind Lockdown was Swindle.

"SWINDLE!? This is the mech helping me with mods!?" Bumblebee shouted, Lockdown face-palmed as Swindle walked around him to step further into the main control room.

"Unfortunately so...Megatron is paying him a hefty amount of credits, even more than he paid me to do a job and to get your mods onto your frame." Lockdown growled, another reason he's upset, he not only has to work with Swindle, but also got paid less than him. Well, that's funny.

"Normally, I try not to get involved. However, I was given a hefty payment to assist and offer some of my decent items. For a good and far better price, of course!" Swindle laughed a bit, Lockdown groaned louder. Bumblebee couldn't help but snicker, seeing the mismatched mech annoyed by the merchant mech.

"Now, while I am still upset from our last encounter, I seriously lost a good credit deal there. Yet, I am letting it sit in the past, water under the bridge! We've got a job to do! Now, what mods work best with a speedy minibot like you?" Swindle walked in circles around Bumblebee, examining the kid and looking at the mods Lockdown had laid out.

"I figured we could get him small boosters for his peds and something for his stingers, but Shockwave said he wanted to do that himself." Lockdown said, walking up to Swindle.

"Shockwave? Why does he want to do with my stingers?" Bee asked, Lockdown shrugged.

"Beats me. For now, let's focus on these mods-!"

"Ok, none of these will do. Sure, the small boost for his peds will work, but the rest of these are an immediate HELL NO." Swindle dramatically pushed the mods away, some of them falling onto the floor.

"Oh, I am going to kill you..." Lockdown threatened with a hard glare.

"You'll thank me later. Now, here's what we can use!" Swindle opened his hubspace and pulled out multiple mods. It was like watching a clown pull out multiple items from a tiny chest.

Bee was trying not to laugh as he approached the table, seeing so many shiny, new-looking mods, installments, and more compared to Lockdown's. Swindle was prepared, sure he was getting paid to deal with the Bounty Hunter and minibot, but a job is a job.

So many Mods, the minibot didn't know what to pick, he didn't know what these things were capable of. Lockdown seemed to notice and lightly smack the back of Bee's helm.

"Calm down kid. Simple and easy stuff for your frame to adjust to." Lockdown shrugged, after all, mods are just trophies, so he's used to switching them out.

"But which one is right for me?" Bee asked, Swindle swiftly grabbed him and picked the minibot up, putting him on top of a crate nearby, which made Bee optic level with Swindle.

"That's the fun part! Finding out! It's like trying before buying, the customer always needs to make sure they are suitable for what they are looking for. Although, I prefer the classic, 'If you touch it, you buy it'!" Swindle yapped on, extending Bumblebee's servos out, examining them.

"I wonder how many customers you lost with that motto." Bumblebee joked back, getting a loud laugh from Swindle.

"Me? Lose a customer!? In your dreams! I get nothing but the best reviews!" 

"Only because you rob them before they get a chance to buy, like a broke thief." Lockdown snapped back with a smirk, and Swindle looked offended as hell.

"Excuse you? I have some class thank you! I am above that petty stealing scrap! Now are you gonna help me get this kid prepped up or not?" Swindle asked with a bit of a sass, Bumblebee just laughed a bit at their interaction as Lockdown begrudgingly agreed.

Lockdown picked up a few of the mods, grabbing a desk to put them on in-between him and Swindle. The 2 got to work.

Bumblebee felt like a dress up doll, so many mods and installments. The first being what Lockdown recommended, small boosters for his peds. Bee had to extend one stabilizer out and keep himself balanced as he let some of his panels for his ped open. Once inserted, Bumblebee's systems updated, automatically turning on the boosters and nearly burning Lockdown's servo, as well as Bee almost losing his balance due to the pushback force. It wasn't big, just small enough to be faster.

The next one was for his armor pieces on his stabilizers and servos. He had no clue for what, but Swindle installed a chip into his helm, while Lockdown installed 4 small ammo cargos into all 4 pieces. Bee was confused, other than downloading the data through the trip, he was wondering what he needed them for if not for snacks...

"It's just 4 small installations to carry ammo. Out of bullets? Secret stashes to reload. Can hide a knife or snack in there too." Swindle explained, noticing Bumblebee's confusion.

"Wouldn't a subspace to shoot out missiles be better?"

"Your frame is too small. Plus, it be harder to carry around bombs and missiles, it'll slow down a fast minibot like you down." Lowdown answered Bumblebee's question, adding the last mini storage on his servo armor piece.

"Besides, ammo is way lighter and won't slow you down a nanosecond! You'll be chasing down mechs or femmes needed dead without a klik going to waste." Swindle added, turning Bumblebee around to examine his back.

Bee still lacked a subspace, which meant he was having to wear thin armor pieces to protect his back. It was one of the many reasons he got his aft kicked in training, the Cons in training knew it was a weak spot. Bumblebee still gets shivers when remembering how he went against Anarchy once, got lifted, and slammed down as Anarchy kneed his back. The minibot wonders if that was a reference to something...

"Hmm...before we give him his new subspace, how about we work on this primus paint job?" Swindle suggested, looking at Lockdown, who nodded.

"About time honestly. Yellow is an eyesore and makes the kid a bright bullseye for shooting." Bumblebee turned himself back around instantly after Lockdown said that.

"WHAT!? NO! Nonononononono! Time out! The bot is keeping his sweet yellow paint job! I ain't changing even while I look rustic!" Bee dramatically said as he waved his servos in the air.

"That's another thing...even if you keep this Primus paint job, we have got to fix this rust. You already lost enough, don't wanna go out looking like a walking offline corpse now do we?" Swindle crossed his arms and smirked with an optic ridge raised.

Bee wanted to argue, but the merchant and mismatched mechs did have a good point. Pretty much half to most of his yellow paint job was gone, he was so focused on surviving he stopped caring for his looks. Even when granted a quick oily showed after training(which was rare), he didn't get time to wash up. Just rinse and dry.

"W-well...let me keep the yellow at least." Bumblebee said, Swindle pulled out another mod from his subspace, it looked like a simple handle spray with the hose being an adjuster.

"Don't even think about doing it in here. I am not scrubbing my ship walls down later just cause the kid needs to look shiny. Just take him to his berth room." Lockdown said, pointing towards the door.

"Ugh, so bossy. Lighten up babes, you can't get a good bounty without a smile and positive attitude!" Swindle smirked as Lockdown growled in annoyance. 

Swindle and Bumblebee headed to the spare berth room, the minibot leading the way.

"Soo...do you and Lockdown have much history together? I think I am getting the impression he hates you." Bumblebee joked, Swindle chuckled and shrugged.

"Lockdown and I don't have much history, but we have had our moments of cooperating. He needs the mods for the jobs, I need the intel for a good business deal. Though, rather not talk about something so boring, care to share how in the world a runt like you ended up on New Kaon?" Swindle replied, the 2 entering the berth room.

"Long story. Blitzwing kidnapped me, I was prisoner in the stockades for months, made a deal with Megatron, and been training for over 3 stellar cycles now. Every bot thinks I'm, 'Megatron's Favorite', and I fragging hate it..." Bee glared at the floor, crossing his arms and pouted.

"Megatron's Favorite? That's a new one! You must be pretty popular! After all, New Kaon is so dull and boooooring! Anything as small as you will be turned into the juiciest rumor!" Swindle poked at Bee's helm, smirking as Bee swatted his servo away.

"Well, I agree with the boring part. Though, it doesn't seem so bad. Some of the Cons in training are nice, Blitzwing tries to make time to see me, and I think I have learned a lot. I mean, I got to kick some aft, most satisfying being Starscream's. I consider it payback for messing up my horn and face." Bumblebee shrugged, smirking now as Swindle perked up with more interest.

"You? Kicked Starscream's aft!? Honestly, that is hilarious! I am not surprised though, you know how to hold your ground kid. Reminds me of the time how one customer I sold some stuff to is a minibot, and he turned 3 larger bots into dusty scrap pieces." Swindle now got Bee's attention as he got the spray paint ready.

"Ohoho! Tell me more!" Bee excitedly said, letting Swindle help upgrade his paint job as the 2 gossiped.

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Mega cycles passed, after a nice shiny paint job with some added violet and purple colors to his yellow armor, Swindle and Lockdown continued with giving Bumblebee his mods. A new subspace, his one whole arm getting sharpened, his shoulder armor pieces replaced with sharp and pointy ends, his upper peds to his knee joints also getting sharp edges, his once flat torn tires now replaced with brand new ones, and much more. 

Some new stripes were also added on his armor, purple and violet stripes one his servos, the middle of his peds, some purple painted circles on his collar and peds. His once black frame got painted to a dark violet, which still looked black until looked upon closer look. 

The final upgrade was his optics though. Unfortunately, neither Lockdown or Swindle fixed his broken optic(thank Primus he can still see out of it at least). However, they used some installment code and a tool to make it change color. Bumblebee's once Azule Blue Optics were now a light violet.

There were moments were Lockdown and Swindle argued about what other mods to give Bumblebee, which the minibot couldn't help but laugh at. It was just a fun time in a way, for Bumblebee at least, Lockdown was annoyed and Swindle wanted to gossip. Finally, it was over, Swindle grabbed a mirror for Bee to stand in front of, letting him look at his reflection...

Bumblebee was jaw-dropped by the final results, the mods, the paint job...oddly enough, it all fit him. He truly looked like a former Autobot earning his right to be a Decepticon indeed.

"Aaaaand we are done! What do you think? I still personally think you should have painted that yellow away, but its suitable enough with the dark violet." Swindle said, thinking he and Lockdown did a good job.

"I...like it. Feels, new? I guess? I don't know." Bumblebee kept looking at himself in the mirror, gently touching his scarred faceplate, his broken optic gently tingling. He almost didn't notice the bags under his optics, lack of sleep and stress he assumed...

"Thank Primus we're done. We'll get back to training tomorrow kid, let you get use to the mods and show you how to use them. I'm done with both of you." Lockdown was about to walk out, but Swindle wrapped one of his servo's around his neck with the other being wrapped around Bumblebee's waist.

"Now now! The evening is still young! Plus, I have high grade! Let's enjoy ourselves and celebrate! The kid got his mods, I'm getting paid, and you Lockdown...are still alive!" Swindle grinned, guiding the 2 elsewhere. 

Lockdown begin to curse at the merchant, trying to escape, but Swindle practically began dragging him. Bumblebee decided to go along, only because he hoped there be Axel Grease and hoped Swindle had some Pipe Burners. He really could use a smoke.

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Chapter Text

Today was the day. The current Tier 3 Decepticons in training are returning to New Kaon, fully upgraded and ready to see if they succeed to the next Tier. Although only 2 or 3 of them would truly be able to move on to Tier 4, the stakes and tension would be high during the test once all of them arrived. 

It was early morning on the planet; some ships were arriving and landing safely, while others drove back to the training grounds in vehicle mode. One by one, the trainers showed up with the trainees. Every Mech and Femme Decepticon had a nice new paint job, mods, and look, the whole package. All of it's theirs for the keeping too, whether they pass onto the next Tier or not.

Mayhem was already chatting it up with Detritus and Anarcy, and the twins Vixen and Virago arrived to chat with them too. Yet, the only one missing was a tiny yellow minibot, a minibot Blitzwing himself was waiting for. While every other bot arrived, catching up with each other, the last one left was Bumblebee. Blitzwing was on the training grounds, waiting for Lockdown and Swindle to hurry it up already.

Blitzwing felt anxious yet eager to see the minibot again, sure, it had only been 3 orbital cycles, but a part of him desired to see the yellow insect. It was weird. Why did he want to see Bumblebee? It brought back memories of being on that organic planet when they first saw each other on the battlefield, it was a familiar feeling of not being able to see him as much. The Triple Changer still couldn't figure out why though, and it pissed him off...

While the Lieutenant was deep in his own conflicted emotional thoughts, Mayhem approached him...

"Uh, Lieutenant Blitzwing, sir?" Blitzwing turned his attention to him, Mayhem awkwardly smiling.

"What is it, trainee?"Blitzwing asked, not in much of a mood to speak until Bumblebee arrived.

"I simply wished to ask if you're waiting for Bumblebee." Mayhem casually started the conversation, getting a scoff out of Blitzwing.

"Not that it's any of your business, but yet. That little bug is quite the handful and I need to make sure he's following protocols." Blitzwing replied so nonchalantly, Mayhem hummed a bit at the response though.

"Just protocols? I always thought you 2 were good friends with benefits. No offense." Mayhem said sheepishly, Blitzwing switched from Icy to Hothead with a blush and glare on his faceplates.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR PROCESSOR!? WHY WOULD YOU EVEN THINK THAT!?" Blitzwing roared, Mayhem immediately jumped and raised his servos while sweating condensation like bullets.

"S-SORRY! J-Just with the rumors and how close you both are, I figured that-!" 

"YOU THOUGHT WRONG! *Switch* Even if that insect is cute to play with, he be the last mech I fool in berth with! MUHAHAHAHA!!!" Random switched and chuckled.

"I suppose that is fair even if he is cute." Mayhem eased up a bit, but Blitzwing tensed up himself now.

"You find that bug cute!?"

"I mean, he's not bad looking, but that's what you just said sir."

"I DIDN'T SAY HE WAS!"

"I am pretty sure you did."

"Did not."

"Did too." 

"DID NOT."

"DID TOO."

"DID NOT DID NOT DID NOT!!!" Hothead gained control back, Mayhem cowering a bit as the Triple Changer now towered over him. Before more was said, shouting was heard.

They both looked and saw Lockdown's ship arriving, landing on the ground. Some of the other bots approached, Mayhem being one, but Blitzwing stayed where he was. Just, watched from afar, not wanting to deal with others around him. 

The panel doors sliding open, Lockdown and Swindle stepped out first, both in conversation before being greeted by some of the other mechs. However, neither of them captured Blitzwing's attention when he saw Bumblebee exiting. Primus, his frame, armor, look, upgrades... everything was different. It made Blitzwing wanna touch him for some reason...

His cheeks were growing hot, not from his engines, but from seeing this idiot bug... he watched as Bumblebee was greeted by Mayhem and their group, impressed to see how well Bumblebee looked. Bee smiled back a bit and greeted them, talking a bit. Blitzwing wanted to approach and get a better look at him, but he didn't get the chance.

Slipstream showed up in her jet form, transforming back and landing. Oilslick was not present as he had to go on a raid mission with Team Charr. Therefore, it is Slipstream testing them alone, seeing which duo or trio gets to move along to Tier 3.

"ALRIGHT! Line up, Trainees! Time to see if you're worth the next step up! Those who fail will be assigned their first positions under a team of Decepticons! HURRY ALONG!" Slipstream yelled, gathering every bot's attention. 

The Decepticons in training quickly followed her to where the test was being held on the training grounds, the ones who tutored them stayed behind to chat or do their own thing. Blitzwing kept his optics on Bumblebee, watching him go. However, as he followed the line, Bee looked over where Blitzwing was, giving a small smirk and wave. 

The Triple Changer blushed once more and looked away, but gave a small wave back. Blitzwing would be able to talk to the minibot after the test was done, whether Bee passed or not is what had him wondering though...

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A megacycle passed, the test was over before any of the Cons in training knew it. All Slipstream had them do was test their mods, run a course, and fight a few hand-made dummies. Apparently, since they just got their new mods and weapons, it wouldn't be too fair to fight each other, which sounds ironic to Bee. Then again, it was fair for him, Bee had his new mods, but no weapons to fight back yet. He still needed to see Shockwave and whatever that one optic freak wanted to do with him.

They were all lined up, waiting for Slipstream to come back with the results. The minibot wondered if he even passed, he doubted it. He just been lucky to survive for so long, it was honestly insane. If he did fail, he wondered who he work under, but he was pulled out of his thoughts when the group approached.

"Yo Bee! Who do you think is gonna pass?" Mayhem asked, patting his back, Detritus, Vixen, Virago, and Anarchy standing beside as well.

"Oh, uh, not sure honestly. Wouldn't be surprised if you guys passed." Bumblebee's reply made Detritus scoff.

"Are you that stupid? We all can't pass, even so, it be ME who passes and leaves all of you in the dust~!" Detritus boasted himself, not happy to get side eyes or brushed off by the rest.

"What do you mean?" Bumblebee asked, looking a bit confused.

"Did no one tell you-!""Only two or three bots-!""Get to pass on to Tier 4~." Vixen and Virago informed him, both of them gently poking both his horn and broken one. 

"Yeah, its kinda stupid in my opinion, but according to Official Ranked Bots and Lord Megatron, it's to ensure no other bots rise up too high as a leader and to put a few bots in their rightful place. However, you can still get a chance to be promoted, but it'll take a while." Mayhem explained, Bumblebee let out an acknowledged hum.

If the minibot was honest, he didn't care, as long as he got to live, that's all that mattered...

"Can you imagine if this loser passed? HA! A minibot earning his chance as a superior over us! Anarchy would do better, and he's as silent as a retro rat!" Detritus insulted, Bee merely flipped him off.

"Oh frag off already, you and Starscream may as well suck each other's spikes." Bee insulted back, dodging a punch from Detritus.

"OH HOW DARE YOU!?"

"He has a point. Also, Anarchy is as tough as Beryllium. You'd rather have him over you just to get your aft beaten?" Mayhem smirked.

Detritus glanced at the giant dark mech, Anarchy didn't speak, but a small glare was all he needed to give just to have Detritus shut up.

"Honestly, Vixen and I-!""Are completely content-!""Being on Tier 3~. Being a leader is such a boring job." The twins said, smirking at each other.

"Really? I think you 2 make a nice set of leaders."

"Yeah, but I know these 2 pretty well. They would rather fight beside each other as trained fighters rather than be separated leaders." Mayhem said, giving context to what Bee said.

Bumblebee could see why, understanding how close the femme twins are, still reminded him of Jetfire and Jetstorm. Bee wondered if he would be a simple guard or earn something more, he always dreamed of being a leader and maybe a Prime one day, back when he was an Autobot. He doubted it. While he may have gotten along with a few of the Decepticons here, many still see him as weak, small, and not worthy of being a capable fighter.

He would probably talk to Blitzwing later on what his options were and where it would go from here, because there was no way he would get to pass onto Tier 4.

After some kliks, Slipstream came back, the whole group went quiet as every bot lined up, ready to see who passed and who would be getting a new job.

"The results are in. After a bit of consulting, it has been decided who will move along." Slipstream spoke up, pulling out a datapad. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife.

"First off...Anarchy. You're moving along." Slipstream called out, Anarchy nodded and stepped forward. 

Bumblebee and some of the other Cons weren't surprised. Anarchy proved himself enough to earn it. Bee just waited for the next bot to get called, wanting to go sit down and gather his thoughts. Honestly, this whole suspense thing was stupid as fu-!

"Bumblebee... move forward." Slipstream called out, Bumblebee blinked and moved forward, standing next to Anarchy now

"...Alright! That's it! The rest of you will be assigned tomorrow! Bumblebee and Anarchy move onto Tier 4!" Slipstream announced, dramatically dropping the datapad and walking away as the group erupted in talks, shouts, and questions.

The minibot was just jaw-dropped... Bumblebee got to move to Tier 4. He gets a chance to earn a high-ranked position.... either Primus and Unicron have decided to curse this minibot or officially kill him off. Suddenly, Bee yelped as he was grabbed from behind by his collar, now facing a very angry Detritus and a few other angry Decepticons.

"HOW DID YOU, OF ALL MECHS, GET TO MOVE ALONG TO TIER 4!?" Detritus shouted, the Decepticons ready to offline Bumblebee.

"W-wait a klik! I'm just as shocked as you! But you don't gotta-!"

"OH SHUT UP! I bet this is because your Megatron's favorite isn't it!? How about I just undo it by beating you into the ground!" Detritus slammed Bee down, he and the group were ready to tear him apart.

Before any of them could though, Anarchy stepped forward and sucker punched Detritus. Detritus fell down in pain, already losing consciousness, and the others immediately backed up to avoid getting hit. Bumblebee is shocked once more. Why was Anarchy defending him from all the mechs?

"AHEM! I recommend we all celebrate! And perhaps get Detritus to see Hook..." Mayhem stepped forward, awkwardly trying to break things up, and it worked... after Anarchy gave a deadly glare as a warning.

Once they walked away, one dragging Detritus by his stabilizer, Bumblebee stood up and dusted himself off, mumbling angrily that he wasn't a favorite. Honestly, he was so sick of them. Bumblebee looked over at Anarchy, who was walking away to be alone. Mayhem went to find Vixen and Virago. Bee was left alone, being allowed to think for a brief nanosecond.

He is going to Tier 4, meaning he gets a chance to earn a higher position of power. What his role could be is still unsure, maybe Blitzwing would know a thing or 2? Yet the minibot wondered, what did he do to earn this spot specifically? Blitzwing did say that only those who show their worth are allowed to move forward, even if hated, so why Bee? He didn't even have his weapons yet for Primus' sake.

Honestly, being a Decepticon is so confusing sometimes...

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Night came around quickly, the Decepticons in training were passing time by having a half-celebration, since most were still pretty mad that they didn't get to pass on to the next Tier. Bee managed to avoid getting spotted or made to speak with them, he sneaked out and went to meet up with the 3-Faced Lieutenant. 

Bumblebee went to the usual meet-up spot, and as always, Blitzwing was waiting for him. Bee slowly went up to the Triple Changer, standing beside him, awkward silence in the air...

"Uh, hey Blitzwing? Missed me?" Bumblebee started, feeling a bit awkward to see the large Con after 3 months of just texting.

"...I did. I also heard you made it to Tier 4?" Blitzwing replied, not looking down at the minibot.

"Uh, yeah! I was pretty taken aback by it. I didn't think I would make it. I was ready to accept the fact that I would be just a mere guardsmech." Bumblebee joked a bit, but wondered why Blitzwing wasn't looking at him. Blitzwing switched his faceplate to Random.

"Have some high standards for yourself, kleiner Käfer~! It's a good thing! Better job means better energon treats! HAHA!" Random laughed, looking away more.

"...are you ok?" Bumblebee asked, watching Random switch to Hothead.

"Of course I am! Just can't stand that ugly paint job!" Hothead insulted, still not looking at Bumblebee.

"Can you at least look at me? What, did Starscream rub his gross spike over your breakfast?" Now that got Blitzwing to look as Random took over.

"MUHAHAHA! THAT'S A GOOD ONE! Tell me another joke-!" Blitzwing shut up, still on Random, looking away from Bumblebee once more.

Silence filled the air once more for a few nanoseconds, before Blitzwing switched back to Icy.

"Yes, just a bad day. None of your concern." Blitzwing simply responded. Bee didn't know how to reply.

Bumblebee figured Blitzwing wouldn't be the type to open up about whatever is bugging him, but he didn't wanna leave him alone like this. Bumblebee stepped closer, trying to think of the right words...

"Well... if you don't wanna talk about it, that's fine. However, I am gonna stay right here till time is up. I don't know what's up your aft, but I can.... I don't know, distract you? Or something?' Bumblebee offered, feeling awkward, but it was all he can say.

Blitzwing was a bit surprised, Bee being considerate? Blitzwing wasn't even upset, well, not at Bumblebee or any mech in particular, at least. He looked down at the minibot, who gave a small smile and gently patted Blitzwing's side. That alone stirred that same emotion inside of Blitzwing, the same one he's been feeling ever since he laid his optics on the minibot...

"Besides, I have so much to tell you, about training, Lockdown and Swindle having this weird, toxic love relationship slag-! I mean, I think they are in one. About the Cons and Bots I faced, my left stabilizer going-!" Before Bee could continue and inform Blitzwing about his offline stabilizer, Mayhem popped around the corner and hurried over.

"Hey! Sorry to cut this meeting short, but Slipstream needs you Bumblebee!" Mayhem said, informing Bee, since he had been sent to get him.

"Oh, uh, right now? Also, how did you know where I was?" Bumblebee asked, not wanting to go just yet.

"Yep, right now, and dude, we all know you and Blitzwing meet here. Everyone here talks, remember?" Mayhem chuckled as Bee sighed in annoyance.

"Right, forgot about that... catch you tomorrow, Blitzwing! Hope you feel better!" Bumblebee smiled and waved goodbye, hurrying behind Mayhem to go see what Slipstream wanted.

Blitzwing watched as Bumblebee left, not waving back or saying goodbye, just standing there like a statue. After a klik and making sure Bee wouldn't come back... Blitzwing let out a loud growl of pure annoyance...

All he could think of was why.... why? Why? WHY? WHY!? IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE! Why couldn't he get Bumblebee out of his head!? Blitzwing was so angry and confused that He punched the wall next to him, leaving a massive dent and crack. He didn't know why he couldn't figure it out! What was it about that stupid kleiner Käfer that made him so...so confused yet drawn to him!?

When he first saw him, Blitzwing should have torn him apart like any other Autobot. Ripped to pieces and turned into scrap without mercy. Bee is just a nuisance, another obstacle standing in the way of the Decepticon cause. Even then, something inside him refuses to yield! His own damn frame and processor had betrayed him! Defying his command to get rid of Bumblebee!

No matter how many times he tried on the organic planet, the Triple Changer couldn't destroy the minibot! HE CAN'T AND HATED THAT HE CAN'T! Blitzwing wondered if Primus cursed him, maybe Unicron was punishing him, or perhaps Bee pulled some sort of trick with...everything about him! It made no sense to Blitzwing, it had no explanation! Why couldn't he get an answer already!? Out of every circuit, wire, nanite, bolt, chip, just everything in him can't find any justification for this anomaly! 

How did he go from being able to kill to suddenly stalling when it came to this stupid insect he dragged along!?

Blitzwing kept thinking, seething, so upset, there may as well be comedic steam coming from his frame. If he can't destroy Bumblebee, then what was he supposed to do!? He somehow felt like a pathetic, weak sparkling, unable to harm him, so he dragged the minibot to New Kaon. Then, when he saw Bee's new upgrades once he returned, he felt that guilt. GUILT OVER WHAT!? That he made this weak bug better than how he was on that cursed organic planet with those puny Autobots!?

He thought harder, taking a seat and letting his servos rest on his faceplates. Why was this so frustrating? Blitzwing couldn't let Bumblebee go, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he should've left him behind with those weaker Autobots. The feeling of guilt was coming back, but some form of realization was coming with it...

He...Blitzwing WANTED to change him...he knew Bee would've never willingly come along with him, if they ever formed some relationship back then. Was it worth taking him? The bug will learn more of the truth, the darker, hidden history of Autobots, but what about him? Bumblebee had to grow and adapt to a harsher environment, something he is not used to. Bee might be becoming a Decepticon, but he lost what attracted Blitzwing to him. 

The Triple Changer saw it every time, how tired the minibot was, the depression, growing paranoia, the boiling rage. Is that why he felt guilty? For changing Bee? For bringing him along? For letting Bumblebee get stripped of who he once was, ripped apart, and replaced with everything that made him worthy to sit beside the Decepticons?

He didn't get it. Blitzwing was capable of adapting to the changes. From being a weak, poor Autobot artist on Cybertron beside his fallen Trine Brothers, to an unbeatable killing machine that once took out Kappa Supreme, and much more. He became the first and only Triple Changer. Earned his rank as a Lieutenant beside Lord Megatron himself. If he can do it, then why can't Bee already!?

... Then again, the minibot is nothing like him. Of course, it would be harder for Bumblebee to come around. Maybe that's why Blitzwing was checking in on him, helping him at times. Why did that minibot have to be so cute-!

Blitzwing switched faceplates rapidly. Did he just think Bumblebee was cute!? Primus, he must be infected with a virus at this point! 

"...what have you done to me, Hummelchen?" Blitzwing whispered to himself, unable to cool his blushing cheeks. Yet at last, it dawned on him, and was it a headache just from thinking about it all?

He was attracted to Bee. He fell in love the moment he saw that stupid yellow minibot. Blitzwing couldn't believe it was this that made him so conflicted with his emotions over Bee. The moments of defending and excusing his behavior, helping him, yearning to speak with him, just to look at him-! Oh, Primus, he wanted to hold him now.

This obsession over Bumblebee is gonna drag Blitzwing into the grave... he was in love with this stupid cute minibot...

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Ok, when Bee met with Slipstream, he wasn't expecting this at all. When he went to the Starscream clone femme, he and Anarchy were taken elsewhere. On the way, Slipstream informed them of their new "living quarters." Bumblebee was taken aback, he had grown accustomed to sleeping in the Barracks, and now he was being given a better berth to sleep in?

According to Slipstream, it's a special reward for hard-working mechs like them, only "the best" can earn rewards like these. However, she did mention that if one of them moved to Tier 5, then they would get another and better upgrade than this. For now, this is where they'll sleep till the end of the week. Which, to be honest, Bee actually liked it, even though it was a dull grey room with one large window, it was suitable like a small apartment quarter.

The room was pretty spacious, a nice cozy berth with sheets and pillows, his own small washrack, a mirror, cabinets with both medical supplies and oils to consume, and there were even some energon cubes. Bumblebee couldn't resist downing 2 to 3 whole cubes of energon, been forever since he had some DECENT energon. Afterward, he took a nice shower, being able to use nice scented lubricants for his joints and take his time in the hot, oily-solvent water. It felt so nice than having to rush to clean dirt off him.

When the minibot finished, he hopped onto the berth, and oh, sweet Primus was it soft. WAY BETTER than the one in the Barracks, even better than the berth on Lockdown's ship. Felt so nice for a change. Bumblebee wanted to drift into his thoughts and fall into recharge, but a knock came. Who was here now?

The minibot stood up and went over to the door, letting it slide open as he was greeted by a tall, slender mech he had never met before, his frame type almost reminded him of Blurr. The mech was a mix of grey and white, a few spots having golden and crimson colors, Decepticon logo on his chassis. He was holding a data pad, glancing at the minibot with bright red optics.

"Ah, good to see Slipstream is doing her job. Nice to meet you kid, I'm Deadlock. I'll be giving you your weapons and t-cog back." Deadlock greeted himself, yet Bumblebee looked both confused and shocked.

"Uh, yeah? I'm Bumblebee... I thought Shockwave was gonna give me my stingers, but I don't know about my T-Cog." Bee said, wondering if he was informed wrong by Lockdown.

"He WAS. However, he's still needed on Cybertron for whatever business I can't give a slag about, so he's given me precise directions on how to do it. Unlocking your weapons and T-Cog won't even take a breem. Now, follow me." Deadlock began to lead the way. Bumblebee followed behind even though he felt somewhat hesitant.

The 2 walked for a bit, going up an elevator, down a few long corridors, before reaching a large door. Deadlock typed in a few numbers, and it opened. Bee felt shivers go down his spine, it was Shockwave's lab. Still creepy and unsettling, but he hoped he wouldn't get tortured. Even with the giant one-eyed mech gone, it was like his presence still lingered...

"Alright, over here." Deadlock commanded, pointing to a stool for Bee to sit on, next to it was a tray of medical equipment.

Bumblebee gulped and approached, taking a seat slowly. Deadlock was just glad the kid wasn't putting up a fight or arguing, former Autobots are so annoying, but they were also interesting. To hold such a powerful and hopeful spark, it was foolish, yes, but it made him curious.

"Alright, hold this and keep your optics on the red dot. Moving or looking elsewhere could interfere with my work, which can cause some serious harm or damage." Deadlock informed, Bee tried not to tremble as he nodded.

The minibot stared at the red dot on the pen, being completely focused on it, before gasping as he felt his helm panel being opened. Deadlock began his work, setting the Datapad down to read it as he went along, picking up the first medical tool as he began to poke into Bee's circuitry.

There was silence between the 2, both deeply focused on 2 different things with 1 goal needing to be completed. Bumblebee was so focused on the red dot, trying not to flinch or move a single joint as he felt Deadlock poke at his systems. Bee didn't understand why he had to stare at the red dot, and what would happen if he looked away. Then again, he would rather not find out, but it seemed like Deadlock could sense what was up.

"If you are wondering, this is to uncover any repressed functions you may have to access your real weaponry, you were meant to have more than just mere stingers. As for the pen and red dot, it's just to ensure I don't accidentally tap or damage any motor functions." Deadlock explained, sounding bored as he uncovered another function, glancing at Shockwave's instructions as a reminder.

"I see... what do you mean by repressed functions and real weaponry?" Bee asked, making small talk.

"All Bots, whether Decepticon or Autobot, have special system coding in their weaponry functions. Autobots however, normally suppress these functions while still in sparkling age, fully framed or not."

"Why would they do that? Seems stupid."

"To ensure no mech or femme could outpower any member of the High Council. Decepticons are taught not to overpower Megatron, but they are given freedom to use their weaponry at full use without repression.... unless needed to like Starscream."

"So, how were mine suppressed? I was a batch sparkling and grew up in one of those Council-run Centres."

"That's the thing, they implemented the coding while you were still offline, while every other coding was given. They have learned how to automatically shut it off without tampering with any of the other codes, systems, or cognitive functions in your frame." Deadlock explained, quickly picking up another tool to use as he continued.

Bumblebee felt a shiver, still trying not to move while thinking it over. If that was the truth, then no wonder Autobots struggled fighting the Decepticons so much. Sure, they won their battles, but to have them suppressed even in battle against any enemy who can't be held back? It seemed... cruel, very dangerous. It was like some strange, manipulative slave-coding. It made the minibot wonder what else was held back from him.

It was silence for another klik after that, but Deadlock made a small sigh of relief sound and stopped poking into Bee's processor at last, closing his helm panel.

"Alright, that should do it. Stand up and pull out your real weapon." Deadlock ordered, stepping back as the minibot got up.

Bumblebee looked at his servos for a nanosec, wondering if he remembered how to pull out his stingers at all. It has been 3 years. He let out a small sigh and focused, feeling the gears and joints turning. It felt rustic, he needed to get that fix after feeling the scraping metal being forced to work after so long. Yet, by Primus' miracle, his weapon came out. His stingers still looked the same with some rust to it.... but right in between them is what made Bumblebee jaw-dropped.

On both servos next to his stingers, 2 long holographic blue blades appeared, almost giving it the appearance of a dual blade. Both were giving off electric sparks and static, glowing brightly like a nightlight. Bumblebee could not believe this was hidden from him. He wanted to use them. Wanted to cut something. Like, really, really wanted to cut something. He felt a rush of excitement through him, something he hadn't felt in a long time. 

"Think fast!" Deadlock shouted from behind, Bee quickly spun around and cut right through whatever was thrown at him.

It was an empty oil can, being sliced and shocked by the impact of Bee's weapon. Bumblebee was grinning like an idiot as his optics sparkled. This was so fragging cool.

"Impressive, Holographic Blades with Stingers. An electric shock with every slice, and those Autobots thought they could hold it back from you. Pathetic." Deadlock's words made Bee lose his grin, now showing a small, awkward smile, before frowning again.

Why would the Autobots do this to him? To all of them? It still sounded wrong, but Bumblebee would need more context for it.

"Now that we've got that out of the way, lie on the medic berth so I can get that T-Cog working. I'll also have to use a special chemical to fix that rust and get your joints working. It'll also clean itself inside out, you'll just need to wash it out when you're back in your berthroom." Deadlock explained as Bee got onto the medic berth, lying down, as Deadlock got his tools ready.

Thankfully, Deadlock didn't need instructions on how to do this since he already knows how to do this part. He knows his medical skills, but he would rather be out on the battlefield. The only reason he has been assigned to assist this minibot is because Hook is unavailable, and of course, Shockwave isn't here.

It was just child play to Deadlock, so he doesn't mind, but he was still curious about this minibot...

"...So, if I might ask, what brought you here? You are a former Autobot, yes?" Deadlock asked as he got to work after opening Bee's chassis.

"Oh, uh, yeah, I am. I was kidnapped by Blitzwing over 3 stellar cycles ago." Bee answered casually, Deadlock didn't know if he wanted to laugh or be shocked.

"Blitzwing? Why would that crazy triple changer want you around? What, you 2 got some intimate relationship going on? Or cause you're Megatron's favorite?" Deadlock smirked seeing Bee blush and try not to dramatically move around.

"Oh fuck no! Nothing like that! And I am not a slagging favorite!... Though, if I am being honest, I don't know why he dragged me along. Sometimes I wish he didn't."

"So, you still want to leave?"

"I don't know..." It got quiet for a moment as Deadlock looked in between Bumblebee and his T-Cog.

"... If you care for my opinion, I think you make a nice Decepticon. Based on the files I was given, it seems like you were always put aside by those Autobots. Although if you leave, I think you know what the consequences are for it." Deadlock muttered at the end, Bee knowing that he would be offline for it...

"Yeah... I guess so... since I answered your questions, let me ask one about you. What do you do? Are you another medic?" The minibot asked him, and Deadlock shrugged.

"Something like that. I just know how to handle a frame, but I am more of a fighter and samurai than some desk-bound medic. Although I would be the one to fix an injury if no medic is around." Deadlock answered, poking at a few wires and changing the lock system.

"Is that why they called you to finish my upgrades?"

"Correct, like I said, I can help fix the rusty parts, but a new vehicle alt will be going to Hook before the end of the week. Hook can't do it cause the grouchy bastard is lazing around elsewhere." Deadlock grumbled and rolled his optics, which made Bee snicker.

"Yeah, he's an aft that can fuck off."

"Yeah, heh, you can say that. Also, what does fuck mean? You have used that word twice now?" Deadlock asked as the 2 continued their conversation while Deadlock did his work.

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Bumblebee was walking back to his room. After Deadlock unlocked his T-Cog, he was told not to transform just yet till he gets the new alt. He was given the chemical to fix his unused rustic joints for his servos and transformation joints, so he wouldn't have any issues later on. Once washed off, Deadlock sent Bumblebee on his way.

Honestly, this was surprisingly the best treatment Bumblebee has ever gotten. Of course, he knows this is just to pamper him and make him feel the need to continue working for the Decepticons, just a cheap tactic. Yet after 3 years... it did feel nice and he wouldn't mind more of it.

As Bee turned down the hallway, he stopped and looked surprised. Anarchy was standing outside his door, leaning against the wall. Bee wondered what this big brute wanted.

"Anarchy? What are you doing here?" Bee asked, approaching the large mech, not expecting an answer.

Of course, Anarchy glanced at the door, a silent ask to come inside. Bumblebee was hesitant, but he had no reason not to trust Anarchy. The 2 made their way inside, Anarchy taking a seat on the berth, Bee unsure of what to say or do.

"So, uh... You needed something, or wanna try telling me something? I'm not good at playing charades, but-!"

"Take a seat. I need to discuss something with you. Oh, and here." Bumblebee must've now looked dumb founded. Anarchy just spoke! After 3 whole years, this brute finally spoke!

Bee couldn't even respond, just slowly took a seat next to the large, dark grey, and red mech. Anarchy handed him some Rust Sticks, Oil, and a pack of Pipe Burners. A gift of consideration? The minibot didn't know, he was just shocked to hear Anarchy talk. His vocals sounded deep, yet professional, with no gruff or scratch in his vocal cords.

Anarchy and Bumblebee both began to smoke a Pipe Burner. Bee now having his stingers, pulled out one and lit both of the Pipe Burners to smoke.

"Got your weapons back, I see." Anarchy said, almost sounding like he didn't care.

"Oh uh, yeah. That's where I just came from, some mech named Deadlock helped me out."

"I see. Well, better be good enough for our fight." 

"Yea..." 

Awkward silence, well, awkward for Bumblebee at least. Smoke from the burners filled the air as they puffed and quietly shared the rust sticks, occasionally sipping the oil Anarchy brought along.

"... No need for small talk I suppose, but what I wanted to discuss. You are aware that for this Tier, we will be going against each other in combat, correct?" Anarchy asked as Bee nodded.

"Yeah, I do. Winner moves up to Tier 5." 

"Correct. However, I do not wish to move past Tier 5." Anarchy admitted, making Bumblebee stop mid-smoke.

"W-wait, what? But why? You're so strong, smart, and fast. You may as well break my spinal cord, which I don't want by the way..."  Bee muttered off, not wanting to imagine the pain that would bring.

"I have personal matters I still need to handle outside of training and work. I cannot move up any ranks further than this, I just need the title and credits if anything." Anarchy explained, eating another rust stick.

"So what does this mean?"

"We have to fight each other, if I win, then I win, but what I am requesting is that you still give me your all. Even if it means attempting to kill me to do so, because I may have to use the same amount of force and willpower." Ok, now Bumblebee was confused...

"Sooooo....you want to fight me, but want to stay on this Tier? Why can't you just forfeit the match?" Bumblebee asked, not fully understanding what Anarchy was asking for just yet.

"Forfeiting will automatically get me removed from the spot I am in now. It will be taken as a sign of quitting and I will need to wait till the end of this stellar cycle to rejoin, but I will be back at Tier 1. To clarify, I'm asking you to give your all in this battle, but I'm not expecting you to win. I cannot hold back, yet I can ask you to give all your energy." Anarchy explained, taking a small huff of his burner pipe.

NOW Bumblebee understood. Anarchy doesn't wish to succeed, but both need to give it their all in order not to be demoted. If Anarchy forfeited or held back, he would lose everything from all the hard work he had already put in. If Bumblebee held back or pretended along(if Anarchy agreed), then he too, would lose everything, or worse, get sent back to the stockades. Unlike Anarchy, who would get a second chance, Bee wouldn't get a second chance at all.

Bumblebee didn't want to be a Decepticon, let alone pretend to be one any longer than he already has for almost 4 years at this point, but he was not being sent back to prison to rust and die. He would be proving to every bot that he was a failure... proving to his old team that he was a failure who offlined.

"...I understand. I will give it my all, and you give your all. May the best mech win." Bumblebee gave a small smile, and Anarchy nodded in agreement.

"Another thing to add, I ask this of you because Lord Megatron will be present, as well as the rest of his ranking Lieutenants, Commanders, and Captains. They will be watching our every move and will know if we hesitate for a brief klik." Anarchy explained, which Bee understood more now. 

If they are there, then it makes sense. He wonders who else will be watching, he doesn't mind Blitzwing being there, but the other Cons? Bumblebee shook his helm a bit, knowing he'll have to focus on the fight and not give a slag about the others, most of all not care about Megatron. That stupid slag scrap eating glitch...

The 2 sat in silence for another breem, no small talk shared, which kinda felt nice to Bee for some reason. Anarchy wasn't so bad. Once the oil cans were empty with the rust sticks now eaten, Anarchy got up to leave, putting out his Pipe Burner on his own servo. Seeing that made Bee think how this mech got tough alloy, fighting him was not gonna be easy.

"Oh, and by the way, just before I go, I ask this out of curiosity. What's it like sleeping with Blitzwing?" Anarchy asked deadpan tone, Bumblebee jumped and blushed hard.

"WHAT!?"

"Do not take it as misinformation, but it appears you both have an intimate relationship. Or I at least assume you share one with him."

"WHAT IS IT WITH YOU GUYS THINKING I SLEEP WITH HIM!? I DO NOT!!!" Bee shouted, covering his blushing faceplates as Anarchy shrugged and left.

Bee just fell back on his berth, pulling the covers over his frame. Why is everyone so weird and insistent that he has something going on with Blitzwing or Megatron? Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck....

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What Bumblebee's weapons look like btw, closest thing I got. And yes, this art piece is old, lol

Chapter Text

One whole week has passed, each solar cycle counting down to the fight. Today was the day, another day to try and prove himself. Will Bee succeed in making it to Tier 4? Or will he fall down?

It's been an easy-going week for the Minibot, no training, no yelling, just getting the chance to rest his gears, refuel actual good stuff, and recharge in the berth much longer. Blitzwing did stop by a few times, being able to stay a bit longer than before with Bumblebee, which neither seemed to mind. Although Bee could tell something was off with Blitzwing, he seemed either distant or too close. He tried to ask why, but the Triple Changer would deflect it and say he's fine. Bee didn't believe him at all, but didn't push it.

Deadlock and Hook also assisted him with giving him a new vehicle alt mode, allowing him to transform into a nice race car once again. It felt so nice to give his new tires a test run, he forgot how good it felt to just drive and feel the wind flying against him. He wanted to drive around all of New Kaon, but was told not to. Something about making sure he didn't get any ideas, he had no clue what they meant, unless they meant escaping, which yeah...

Right now, Bumblebee and Anarchy were being sent to some sort of arena to fight. More room for a proper battle, according to Slipstream and Oilslick. Bee felt nervous. He never won in a training fight when put with Anarchy. How was he gonna beat him in an actual battle? The large brute didn't seem nervous at all, silent as always, as he went along with everything.

When they arrived, Bumblebee was shocked to see so many mechs and femmes present, including the trainee group he was with. They all were sitting, cheering as fighting was being held, energon and oil being splattered like paint on the battlefield. On top of one of the large pillars though, sat a patio just for Megatron and his own lieutenants. Megatron didn't seem pleased, Lugnut wanted to participate in the fighting, and Blitzwing was being Blitzwing. The only ones not present were Shockwave and Starscream. Shockwave is Longarm on Cybertron, of course, but why was Starscream not present is questionable.

Either way, this was not gonna be easy for Bumblebee to tackle...

Bee was sitting outside the arena gate, hearing cheers and battle cries as the 2 mechs currently in battle fought brutally. While he couldn't get a good view, it still made Bee's tank churn, he felt so nervous. If he were the same as almost 4 years ago, he would be bragging and feeling way too confident in himself, lying and boasting as if he were the greatest, strongest, and fastest mech here. He wasn't like that anymore, he wondered when he stopped feeling that way. Sure, he still defended his character, but his confidence was pretty much pliant low.

How was he supposed to beat Anarchy? Sure, Bumblebee took down Starscream, but only cause the idiot seeker was too busy boasting himself to pay attention. It made Bumblebee cringe though, now having the unfortunate thought in his processor that he and Starscream aren't much different when it comes to their damn egos. However, Bee couldn't think about that, he had to focus and make a plan of attack, defense, or some offense. Not only that, he wanted to keep his word to Anarchy.

Anarchy already made it clear in private that he doesn't wanna move forward past Tier 4, but he still needed to give it his all. Bee still wondered why, but he had to think about what to do...

The minibot wasn't given much time, a horn was blasted, indicating the fight was already over. Now it was his time to go out and face Anarchy in a heated battle. Bee let out an exhale, knowing he was about to die...

Once the other 2 mechs were off the battlefield with some stuff being brought out, the large doors in front of Bumblebee began to slide open slowly. Bee took a deep vent and slowly walked forward, stepping towards the battlefield.

The arena was huge, lots of bots on the bleachers, shouting and ready for another good fight. Weapons on both sides, Bee noticed how the ends had paint on them, just like how they did during the final test for Tier 2. Figured, they had to fight and hurt each other, but not offline each other. The paint, just like last time, would be used to show which vital points to hit, and to give the imagery of energon being spilled. Although, they still have to make each other bleed out...

Another thing to notice was the crowd. Now, their training group cheered the loudest for both of them, but the rest of the audience had mixed reactions. Mostly, the fact that they laughed at seeing the minibot, their comments were obviously loud about how small he is, how he's gonna get crushed, how Bee is gonna become a soft mesh metal to eat for later. It annoyed Bee to hear such things about him, but he blocked them out.

On the other side, Anarchy was approaching, grabbing a weapon, some sort of double-ended spear. Bee gulped a bit, looking at his choice of weapons, grabbing a ball & chain to use. The 2 took a few more steps forward, not meeting in the middle of course. They faced each other, Anarchy looked as normal with his stone faceplate, while Bee tried to look serious but was very worried.

Before the fight began, another horn blasted. Everyone went dead quiet quickly, Anarchy and Bee turning towards the large pillar, looking up at the balcony where Lord Megatron and his Lieutenants sat. Megatron stood up, appearing menacing and powerful, making it very obvious who the real ruler was here.

"Today, we shall see which of these strong and powerful mechs shall be moving onto Tier 5. As you should know, it will be the Tier where one of you 2 will come to work under my servo personally, depending on which position you are willing to work yourself in. This fight will determine your true will of how far you will allow yourself to go. To show Primus that you are much more than what he destined you for! Fight will all your might! Even if you lose this fight, show me you are worthy!" Megatron gave his little speech, getting roars and cheers from the crowd, agreeing with their ruthless leader.

Bumblebee couldn't help but glare at him, proving himself to that slagging bucket-helm? He fucking wishes...

As much as Bee wanted to keep staring daggers, the horn went off again, it was fight time. Anarchy began to walk forward towards Bumblebee, spear tight in his servo as his other one switched to his weapon, a hot and heavy burning hammer. Bee gulped and got ready, pulling out his stingers and holographic blades with one servo, ball and chain wrapped around his other for the moment.

Bumblebee attempted his first move, running up to Anarchy to attack. Bee tried to deliver a kick to his faceplates, but Anarchy grabbed the minibot's stabilizer, swinging him painfully into the ground. Bee groaned loudly, losing air and steam from his vents as the crowd cheered, but the minibot quickly reversed somersaulting his aft away as Anarchy slammed his hammer down, breaking the ground where Bee was.

The large brute watched Bumblebee get back up, dodging to the side as the minibot used his holographic blades to attack, yet Anarchy easily grabbed ahold of him and tossed him to the side. Bumblebee got ahold of his footing, flipping backwards and landing. Bee needed a different approach other than blindly attacking to land hits, so he put his blades and stinger away. He grabbed ahold of the ball and chain, wrapping it around his servo and swinging the ball, running back up to Anarchy.

Anarchy huffed and swinged his hammer as Bee swung the ball towards him, thinking he was just throwing attacks now. However, Anarchy was caught off guard as Bumblebee slid under his legs to get behind him, using the chain to wrap around his stabilizer and pulled hard. Not to make Anarchy fall though, because the brute was too heavy to be easily tripped over like that, instead, Bee used the advantage to climb to Anarchy's back. 

Anarchy was caught off guard by this, trying to use the spear he picked up to jab at the minibot. Bumblebee was lucky enough to dodge it, getting a small cut or 2 though. Bee jumped forward in front of Anarchy, pulling the chain hard enough, allowing Bee to swing back with a heavy double kick to the brute's lower torso. 

Anarchy groaned in pain, but quickly punched the minibot off him. Bumblebee groaned as he was tossed away, but managed to keep ahold of the chain, which left a burn on Anarchy as it forcefully unwrapped around him while still firmly pressed onto him. Anarchy growled, stomping towards the minibot, but began to run forward. Bumblebee groaned, getting up, and noticed the large mech rushing towards him.

Bee yelped and dodged, flipping away as Anarchy began to slam and swing his hammer to attack Bee. The crowd watching closely now, some making bets on when the Minibot would lose and how he would get pummeled. Their training group were heavily invested the most, not making a word as they observed. Megatron up high seemed unamused, Lugnut was making comments on their fighting techniques, but Blitzwing was silent. The Triple Changer watching with worry as Bee fought and dodged Anarchy, his worry making Megatron glance at him for a nanosecond before peering his optics back on the battlefield.

Anarchy was now using the spear he picked up, swinging at Bumblebee, trying to stab him. Bee was getting sick of dodging, he used the ball and chain again, flipping backwards and quickly side flipped to make the ball hit Anarchy in his face plates. Anarchy groaned, optics shut for a quick nanosecond, which was all Bee needed to use the chain to wrap around Anarchy servos tightly, disarming him of his spear as Bee kicked it away.

"Ha! Sure you ain't actually holding ba-aaaAAAACCCCK!!!" Bumblebee shouted as Anarchy began to swing him around. With Bumblebee not letting go of the chain and with it wrapping around the large brute's servos, the minibot didn't think about the possibility of Anarchy also using it to his advantage.

Bumblebee tightly held on, even though Anarchy was now slamming him against the ground repeatedly, Bee was starting to see black and white with how much he was being slammed, his insides being juggled around too. Bumblebee focused though, shouting as he used on servo to pull out his stingers and holographic blade, delivering an electric attack and gave Anarchy a strong shock. However, the chain broke, getting sliced in the process from the shocks and blades.

Anarchy stumbled back, Bumblebee groaning on the ground. Bee got back up, hissing in pain and dizzy, his backplates having taken a lot of damage, he wasn't even aware the back of his helm was now bleeding energon through small cracks. Anarchy hissed, his servos having taken burnt damage from the electric shocks the minibot released, while also having gotten a deep cut from the blades, which the minibot didn't know he done.

Anarchy growled lowly, the fight wasn't over till one of them had the other pinned. Anarchy rushed towards Bee, who managed to gain his composure to dodge. Yet, before he could flip away, Anarchy was quick to grab the slippery yellow mech, slamming him face first onto the ground, enough to make Bee bounce off the ground. Bumblebee didn't have a chance, getting hit hard with Anarchy's hammer, taking not only a serious blow to his torso, but also burns to his chassis. 

The minibot was sent flying to the other side of the battlefield, the crowd cheering loudly. Bumblebee hissed and groaned in pain, trying to vent, but was coughing up energon now. He weakly got up, looking with hazy optics, watching Anarchy slowly approach. Bee needed to think quickly, he couldn't rush, his ball and chain were gone, and there was no way he was gonna hit Anarchy easily.

As all options flashed through his processor beside the damaged warning in his HUD, his optics landed on the spear Anarchy was using. That's when it hit Bee. If this were a fight, he could play dirty. Memories of when he fought Starscream came up, that's when it clicked into place.

Bumblebee took a deep breath, he quickly began to make a run to the spear, the only thing in the way was the brute mech. Anarchy huffed, now running towards Bee, ready to deliver the final hit. Right as he was about to raise his hammer to swing, Bumblebee pulled out his stingers one servo at first, using the other to quickly use Anarchy's hammer as a boost up. While doing that though, he used his holographic blades to slice right through Anarchy's hammer, cutting on end off.

Almost as if in slow motion, Anarchy looked up as the Minibot jumped over him. Bumblebee glared and pulled out his other stinger, aiming it right above Anarchy's helm, and released a powerful shock. Anarchy shouted in pain as he was shocked, his helm and processor taking most of the electric shocks. Not only that, the holographic blades were also close enough to leave a deep cut on the brute's back, making him bleed more energon and get shock burns. Bumblebee landed behind him and kept running towards the spear.

The crowd was now in awe, going quiet as they watched, even the training groups were shocked by this. 

"YES! KICK HIS AFT HUMMEL! MUAHAHAHA!!!" Blitzwing shouted from above, Random showing and laughing, but went quiet as he looked at Megatron and Lugnut... both staring at him. Random went back to Icy, sitting down and looking away, not even aware he was standing up and cheering for the little insect.

Bumblebee ran to the spear, picked it up, and hurried back to keep attacking Anarchy. The large, dark and red Con was now mad, regaining himself and swinging back around, charging at Bee again. Anarchy attacked, even though his hammer was damaged, he can still give a hard hit. Anarchy slammed his hammer down, but Bumblebee slid under him again, getting behind and slicing his back once more.

Anarchy hissed in pain, quickly turning around and smacking the Minibot down, trying to pin him and beat him, but Bee had his servos free, allowing him to jab the spear into his knee joint. Anarchy kicked him away, trying not to stumble as his knee bled out energon and oil. Bumblebee panted, getting up and dashing forward, using the spear as he slammed it down, jumping up with it and attempting to kick Anarchy down.

Anarchy quickly grabbed the yellow mech's stabilizer, crushing it and breaking the joint with his bare servo. Anarchy thought Bee would scream in pain, but was greeted to rough kick in his faceplates. Bumblebee dropped to the ground, using the spear as support. The stabilizer Anarchy crushed was Bee's left one, the same one that lost all feeling to it, giving him the chance to kick with his right instead. 

The crowd was jaw-dropped, silent as the fight went on. Megatron now showing interest after Anarchy crushed the minibot's stabilizer, wondering why the former Autobot scout wasn't screaming in agony.

Bee took his chance, shouting as he charged forward despite his broken joint, cutting and stabbing Anarchy, who couldn't stop stumbling as he tried to defend himself or hit Bee again. Anarchy roared in anger and pain, swinging his hammer to hit Bee, but the Bumblebee pulled out his holographic blades again. Bee not only gave an electric shock, but also disarmed Anarchy by slicing off the hammer completely.

Anarchy was shocked, looking at his damaged weapon, and was soon stabbed and kicked down with pure force by Bumblebee. The large brute fell onto his backplates. Anarchy groaned, trying to get up, but stopped moving. Bee stood on top of him, the double-end spear pressed against his neck, his static electric holographic blades barely an inch away from his chassis. 

Bumblebee had Anarchy pinned down.

After a few nanoseconds, the horn blew. The fight was over, and Bumblebee was the winner. Bee sighed in relief, slowly moving away and limped off Anarchy's large frame. Silence in the crowd, the only sound being the groans and pants coming from the 2 bots. Suddenly...

"LETS GO! GIVE IT UP TO BUMBLEBEE AND ANARCHY!!!" Bee turned his attention to the shout, it was Mayhem, he was cheering and shouting. Vixen, Virago, Demitrus, and the rest of their training group began to cheer too.

The crowd slowly started cheering, shouting and chanting. It was a shock to Bee, they were cheering him on. He won. He gets to move onto Teir 5, and he gave Anarchy what he wanted. Bee didn't feel that happy though, he was just glad it was over for now, another "victory". He looked over at Anarchy, watching him weakly sit up, both of them covered in energon and oil. Bumblebee limped over back to him, trying to offer his servo to help him up...

"Stop." Anarchy quietly spoke to him, making Bee stop as he watched the large brute stand up on his own.

"You know what happened last time you did that. Don't let them see you do it again." Anarchy warned quietly, Bee frowned and looked at the ground, being reminded of his former Autobot friend who died first day of training. All because they were kind to each other.

Yet, Bee knew Anarchy was right. There is no kindness here, just coldness and fending for yourself...

"And thank you..." Anarchy spoke on last time, limping out of the arena to get himself repaired. 

Bumblebee watched him limp away, before going back the way he came to also go get fixed up. The moment Bee walked through the doors with them closing behind him, he yelped as he was scooped up. Blitzwing showing Random, laughing like crazy and hugging him tightly.

"YOU WON! YOU'RE IN TIER 5! *Switch* WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME ABOUT YOUR PRIMUS DAMN STABILIZER!? YOU LET IT GET CRUSHED!!! *Switched* I am glad you're online though." Blitzwing switched through Random, Hothead, and Icy, smiling at the little bug. Bee couldn't help but chuckle, even though it hurt to laugh at the moment.

"Y-yeah, I knew Lockdown didn't tell you and I didn't get a chance to tell ya, but it sorta went permanently offline during a mission. Some sort of, electro-missile chaos Autobots were illegally using..." Bee informed, being carefully put down by Blitzwing.

"I think I read the report, it was... chaos indeed." Blitzwing smirked. He was still worried, but he couldn't show it at the moment.

Before the 2 talked more, Megatron approached slowly, Lugnut next to his Lord. Blitzwing stood up straight, the minibot not sure if he should be confused or angry to see the Warlord again.

"I am impressed you made it this far. Welcome to the final Tier, you have passed your mandatory training. We shall have you repaired and moved to your new quarters very soon. Once you're settled in, your next step of training and workload shall begin." Megatron spoke, informing Bee of his new position and job.

"Show your gratefulness! Thank your mighty Lord!" Lugnut shouted at the minibot.

Bumblebee stayed quiet, choosing not to speak. Blitzwing felt hesitant, he wanted to shield Bumblebee, but that would get him in trouble. Lugnut groaned and was ready to make him get on his knees, but Megatron spoke up.

"It is fine, Lugnut. After all, he is exhausted from fighting and is more focused on fixing his injuries. We shall discuss more later... Blitzwing, take him to the nearest medic and keep an optic on him." Megatron dismissed himself, turning around and walking away. Lugnut followed his Lord, but gave a hard glare at Bumblebee for being so disrespectful.

Bumblebee sighed in relief, he still hated Megatron, but the Tyrant bastard was right. He wanted to be repaired and take a long rest. Bee blinked in confusion as Blitzwing picked him up again, carrying him and going to find a medic.

"Um...you don't have to carry me..." The minibot blushed and muttered.

"Limping will take longer. I don't mind." Blitzwing smirked, finding Bee's blushing face so cute as he continued to walk with Bee in his servos.

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Somewhere deep in space, dark, cold, and far from the Autobots, a certain green convict found himself stranded and lost on a planet. He was hissing, frustrated, angry, eager to find New Kaon so he can finally get his revenge and kill that stupid Bumbler bot!

"Ugh! First Bumble bot not on organic planet! Now Bumble bot M.I.A to Offline!? Bumbler alive! Wasp will offline him!" Wasp yelled to himself, talking like a mad mech after so many Stellar Cycles locked in the Autobot Stockades.

After his escape and outrunning the Elite Guard, he tried finding his way to the planet known as Earth to get his revenge on Bumblebee, after being falsely accused of being a Decepticon Spy and locked up for a crime he never committed! He went mad in there, desperate for revenge, growing hateful for what happened to him.

He jumped through a Space Bridge that was supposed to take him to Earth, but instead it took him to nowhere! He was sure that not even Autobots had traveled this far out here. Now he was stuck on an organic planet he didn't even mean to get himself trapped on! Wasp was so angry at Bee, at himself, at everything!

As Wasp hissed and cursed, muttering nonsense of revenge and escape, he heard rustling. He froze, looking at whatever was there, ready to attack, but he was not ready to see a large spider femme walk towards him slowly...

"Hello there... You look lost. I couldn't help but overhear you talking about wanting to get off this gross planet." Black Arachnia spoke, her words gentle and kind.

"...what is... femme?" Wasp asked, never seeing anything like her before, but she was beautiful.

"Oh, does my form disgust you? I guess you could say I'm like you, I suffered just as much, abandoned and forgotten, left for dead. However, I found use in my own frame after becoming half organic. Perhaps you can be of help to me?" Black Arachnia approached, acting cute and gently cupping Wasp faceplates.

Wasp felt flustered, falling for her act and words, nodding along and not even questioning her.

"Follow me, sweetie. Once you help me, I can help you..." Black Arachnia smirked, leading the way with Wasp following her.

It took a few breems, but she led the mad mech to the ship she used to escape Earth. It was long out of fuel, but still had electricity to run her experiments. She expanded it to become a proper lab, it took a lot of work, but she had to the room at least. It was silence between them, yet as they approached the ship, Wasp began to feel uneasy...

Black Arachnia opened the doors, continuing to lead the way. Wasp was skeptical, now unsure if he trusted the spider femme, but he didn't have much of a choice. He followed her further into the darkened lab, feeling a sudden chill and a painful twist in his own tanks, everything in him screaming to leave and go back to finding New Kaon, but he couldn't...

Once deep inside, Black Arachnia stopped, using her webs to tie up Wasp. The mad mech was caught off guard, the spider femme stood over him.

"You'll be of a great help, and I will be putting you out of your misery." Black Arachnia smirked, her words now dark and venomous. 

"W-wait! Wasp must live! Wasp needs revenge!" Wasp shouted, only to get silenced as Black Arachnia shot another web over his mouth...

"Don't worry, you'll no longer need it...." Black Arachnia chuckled, grabbing a large bubble container she used many times.

Upon opening it, it was filled with organic bone remains, the sign of the once "great" Prometheous, the "fearful" Meltdown. So easy to kill for Arachnia. She took a scope of his remaining acid with a vial the acid wouldn't burn through.

Wasp struggled hard to break free, at least trying to squirm away, but was jabbed with the spider femme's antennas, paralyzing him with poison.

"Don't be scared. With your help, I will be making life. Perhaps a cure. It'll be over before you know it..." Black Arachnia slowly poured the vial of acid on top of Wasp's helm....

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

A small amount of time passed, and now Black Arachnia had another corpse to use. After extracting what she needed from Wasp online frame, she injected it into her 2 test subjects. There were a handful of offline protoforms, signs of them dying before they even went online from Arachnia had done. 

But she was sure this time. She had it figured out...

Black Arachnia looked very pleased as she stared at the 2 pods, both opening as 2 mechs slowly came online. Both looked different, but had a few things in common. The main thing is that they both have organic abilities, and Arachnia took pride in it.

"Welcome. I am glad to have awoken both of you. It wasn't easy, but you're here now." Black Arachnia greeted them, watching them step forward.

"Hello...what is our designation?" One asked, having jet wings, a slender frame, and a simple cyan and green paint job. The other dark red and black paint job, yet large and looked like an obvious threat...

"Hmm...Your name shall be Promethous, an honor of a dear 'friend' who helped online you." Black Arachnia spoke, trying not to laugh.

Promethous smirked and nodded, expanding his jet wings open, he had 6 in total, each one having 3 large optics on them as they all opened, allowing him to see all. Black Arachnia was even more pleased, she looked over at the larger mech, who hummed and spoke up.

"I like... to name myself." He said quietly.

"And what would that be?" Arachnia asked, the large mech slowly smirked, almost sinister like...

"...Call me.... Sunder."

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Another Stellar Cycle and a handful of Orbital Cycles pass on by, 4 and a half years, been a long ride. A very long, painful one, and the minibot STILL wasn't done. Now that Bumblebee succeeded in Tier 5, he was now subjected to even more tests, which, according to Blitzwing, he had to go through something known as Ranks.

Ranks are apparently when a mech or femme who succeeds in Tier 5, now has to be given certain assignments, jobs, tasks, and missions to prove their worthiness to Lord Megatron. This can go under many categories too, such as Personal Intel, Medic, Gunsmech, Spy, and can somehow even get Personal Messenger or Deliverer. However, the best ones to get are Commander, General, Captain, and Lieutenant.

Bumblebee doubted he would ever get one of those 4, not even as a Commander, but he did as he was told. 

Bee was given a much nicer and larger berthroom to sleep in, which for some reason, upon request, is right next door to Blitzwing's room. He didn't know why, but the minibot assumed Blitzwing wanted to chatter more and annoy him. Then again, Bee is calmest around Blitz(sometimes) and appears to trust him more, so he wasn't gonna complain. 

Another upgrade is that Bumblebee also got his workspace, his office in a way, and was allowed to do his tasks there. On the first day, he was shown how everything worked, but on the second day, he was given a large stack of datapads to work on. He couldn't call for help, but barely made it to the end of the day with all the datapads completed. It was mostly battle strategies and reports on raids. Bumblebee had to go over which ones to approve and which needed improvements, he was even allowed to give his strategies. His own strategies were mostly a success, but sometimes they didn't turn out as planned, and it got him a lecture from Starscream...

Speaking of which, there were the Decepticons he now had to work with, which were Megatron's personal picks. Blitzwing, he had no problem with, every bot else was a real piece of work though. He has to deal with Team Charr, Lugnut, Starscream, sometimes Shockwave or Deadlock, and on the "special occasions", Megatron. Bee hated it most cycles, hated it more when it came to training sessions. Then he hated when they lectured him, mocked, or trained him, Starscream and Lugnut never knew when to shut up.

He had to train with one of them during a new week cycle. It was only Starscream, Lugnut, or Blitzwing during these training sessions, yet he sometimes had to fight a Con like Strika, Blackout, or etc. He even once fought against Deadlock, for once he could not keep up with somebot as fast as him. That didn't mean he was constantly losing like he used to though. Some fights he managed to win thanks to his size, speed, and even his left stabilizer helped at times(though they did pick up quickly he can't feel the whole joint).

The worst of all though, was whenever he had to sit and listen to Megatron. The Warlord barely ever spoke to Bee during the time he was moved into the Citedal. The minibot was forced to sometimes join meetings and listen to what the Tyrant spoke about. Bumblebee still hated Megatron. Yes, Bee wouldn't be here or alive if Megatron hadn't given him that offer to go and train, but he still had every right to hate him.

Just who did Megatron think he was? Always sitting high and mighty, ready to send mechs to die by his command while he lounged around all day. What does Megatron do that makes any Decepticon ready to die for him? Bumblebee didn't get it, and he probably never will. No reason would ever be good enough to change his mind.

However, Bee needed to do what he needed to do, and that was work, train, and survive. The minibot was resting in his berthroom, getting a decent amount of sleep, which was rare these cycles to even get. That's when Blitzwing came in, Random on his faceplates, grinning like an idiot as he found the cute bug in recharge still. On such a lovely and important day too!? He must wake him up now!

"HUMMELCHEN! TIME TO GET UP!!! RISE AND SHINE!!!" Random shouted, going over to the large window and dramatically pushing the curtains open to let in sunlight. 

Bumblebee groaned in annoyance, flipping over and burying his head under one of his pillows.

"Blitz, please, too early to be shouting..." Bumblebee tiredly groaned, wanting to sleep longer. But the Triple Changer clearly wasn't gonna let him.

"Come on now! Today is a big day! It's another test for you! No desk work and certainly no training! Even though I love to devour you~! MUHAHAHAHA!!!" Random cackled, the devouring part could've been taken sexually, but Bee was still too tired to register half of what Blitzwing was saying.

Blitzwing switched to Hothead, huffing as he grabbed the minibot by his stabilizer and dragged him out of the berth, making Bee yelp as he was carried like that.

"O-Ok! Ok! Put me down!" Bumblebee yelled, blushing a bit from embarrassment.

"You didn't want to get up, so now I am going to drag you there!" Hothead flipped Bee over, now holding him with both servos as they faced each other.

"Well, I am up now smart-aft! Now put me down!" Bee huffed, Hothead switching to Icy as he put Bee back down.

Bumblebee dramatically dusted himself off, but began to smirk back.

"Do you just enjoy dragging me out of berth? This is the 5th time you've done this in the last 2 Orbital cycles." The 2 began to walk, well, Blitzwing leading the way of course.

"Not really, but some bot has to make sure you are awake for the important events. I am the one who must keep an optic on you, remember?" 

"Yea, sure...so, you said I am taking a test today? No deskwork and no training? I haven't been on a mission since I trained with Lockdown..." Bumblebee thought about it. For over a year, he's barely been able to leave the Citedal, he didn't know why. Perhaps it was to make him get used to the norm?

"Correct, however, you will be going with Team Charr."

"Oh come on! Why them!?"

"Where they are headed to is a part of your test. Lord Megatron would have given this to you sooner, but waited."

"Why wait? What? Scared I might fail?"

"Something like that..."

The 2 made their way down a few floors, taking an elevator and walking down long hallways, small talk and jokes made between the 2. Soon, they arrived at a ship docking, multiple ships in tow, some being repaired and some heading out to who knows where. Bumblebee was amazed, he didn't know this place also had a ship docking, then again, he shouldn't be surprised. It is a Citedal after all, this place was massive as it is.

Bee stayed close to the Triple Changer, following him to the Battleship owned by Team Charr. General Strika waited as she ordered her team on what to do, noticing the pair heading towards her.

"Right on time! We are leaving in a breem! Once this idiot Blackout gets everything loaded, we'll be ready to raid those puny Autobot scum!" Strika spoke, loud as Lugnut, and went back to barking orders at her team.

Blitzwing hummed a bit in disdain, but looked down at the minibot and gave a small smirk.

"Good luck, win for me." Blitzwing said, Bee smirked back and boarded the ship.

The Triple Changer turned around, slowly losing his smirk, the feeling of fear forming in his tanks now. What if he fails? What if he doesn't come back? What if he gets caught? So many scenarios running through Blitzwing's processor, each one going wrong and worse than the last. He made his way back to the elevator, anxiety messing with him and making him overthink.

He tried to tell himself that Bee would come back, he had no choice, and needed to remain with the Decepticons, but the reminder of guilt also swept in. Bumblebee was there BECAUSE of Blitzwing, he wouldn't be here if the Triple Changer became so fixated on the Minibot to the point of obsession...

When he reached his designated floor, about to go do his usual workload, he ran into Lugnut...

"Hmm, I assume he is with my conjux? And why do you appear worried? Stop it, it makes you look weak!" Lugnut spoke, making Hothead appear.

"Shut your crank! I am not worried! I just...thinking about when the mission and test will be done with!" Lugnut scoffed at Blitzwing's excuse.

"Do you take me for a fool!? I see it, as well as Lord Megatron! If he fails, you cannot save him this time! Stop wasting time on a minibot!" Lugnut angrily shouted, Blitzwing scoffed and pushed past him, going to do his work.

The sad reality is that Lugnut was right, Blitzwing wouldn't be able to help Bee if he fails this, no more excuses or reasons. Blitzwing hoped he would make the right choices, but what if he fails...?

"Please...come back to me..." Blitzwing whispered, trying to ease his worry and guilt as he got to his work...

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Bumblebee didn't know what to expect on this mission. Team Charr wasn't too bad to deal with this time, but they seemed tense. Like they expected Bee to do something and they would be ready to pounce on him, he didn't know why.

The only thing the Minibot knew was to stay close and obey any orders given. The mission and job were now done, having killed off many Autobots(which Bee tried not to purge), and getting the supplies. They still needed to look around and find other stuff though.

This Autobot base was large, yet run by a small number of Autobots. Why is that? Wouldn't such a large base need several Autobots? Bumblebee had questions, but no one to ask and get an answer from at the moment. Right now, he was helping load up supply crates of energon, oils, tools, and spare parts for medical usage.

"Minibot! Scout ahead! There is a lower floor that needs to be searched!" Strika ordered, Bumblebee nodded and hurried inside the base, trying to remember the mapping as he made his way downwards...

"...you do know this is a test, right? One of us should follow him..." Cyclonus spoke up, ready to pull out his weapon, but Strika raised her servo to stop him.

"Exactly. If he fails, it will be more entertaining for us. He is just a useless minibot that got very lucky to work among us."

"This is hopeless. How long will we wait? Why not just lie to Megatron and kill him now?" Spittor hissed, Strika glared hard at her subordinate for saying such things.

"We will not make up white lies to our Lord! We will do as told and wait!" Strika shouted at them, getting groans, but they obeyed.

They all got back to work, bickering a bit with Strika giving orders per usual. Meanwhile...

Bumblebee found his way to the lower floors, thanks to Primus. It was dark, he turned on his headlights and looked around slowly. The minibot saw many supplies for grab, but also noticed ships. No wonder the base was so big, it had its own shipping dock too, but still didn't explain why so few Autobots.

Bee hummed and entered one out of curiosity, the door and lights coming on automatically as he entered. The ship itself was in good condition, ready to fly off at any time, also had weaponry and supplies inside too.

"If this is the whole mission and test, why send me alone just to look at some ships after killing some mechs? I don't get it..." He spoke to himself, for some reason, a part of his processor was nagging his HUB about something, why these ships and him being alone was something important. 

He didn't think too much on it, pushing the nagging thoughts aside and headed back the way he came to inform Strika on what he found. Honestly, Bee really just wanted to go back to New Kaon. Ironic as it is, he wants to get back to work and back on his stupid routine, sure he hates it, but he wanted to get this mission and test over with.

Bumblebee made his way back up to the main floors and back to outside, heading over to Strika to inform him what he found. For some reason, Spittor and Cyclonus look disappointed, Blackout was annoyed, and Strika appeared to be a bit pleased. What was the deal? Why were they tense and now upset? The minibot wondered what Oilslick would say if he was here...

"Uh, General Strika, ma'am. I found ships and many more supplies. This may take extra time to load up..." Bumblebee informed, Strika nodding in approval.

"Excellent. You passed your test. We shall get the remaining supplies and send a backup team to retrieve the ships. Go onto the ship and remain there." Strika ordered, going on the ship to deliver a comm.link call about what was found.

Bumblebee was not too far behind her, following the brute femme's orders, yet he couldn't help but overhear Blackout mutter the words, "dumber than he looks...". Dumber than who looks? Certainly not Bumblebee! Probably just pissy...

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The trip back to New Kaon wasn't as long, Bumblebee was glad to be back and just get the day over with. He thought he help Team Charr unload the supplies, but instead he was fetched by a Guardsmech to take him back up to the Citadel. Oh well, at least he won't be doing any heavy lifting.

Bee wondered what was going on, but he just stayed close behind the Guardsmech, going down long corridors up top after leaving the elevator. Bumblebee thought he just be sent back to his berthroom or work office, but what he wasn't expecting was to be taken to Megatron's Throne Room. Bee tensed up and glared as the Guardsmech let him inside.

The minibot slowly entered the dimly lit room, the door closing behind him. Bee looked up and glared at Lord Megatron, even worse was that Starscream was here too. Great, now he has to deal with a stupid-aft Tyrant and a little bitch.

"Strika informed me of the mission. You passed your first test. You will now be allowed to move up to the next classifications in store. You are also a Commander now and will be given your own team soon." Megatron spoke, Bee's glare turning into a shocked expression.

"Me? A Commander? My own team?...but why? It was just a simple raid and supply grab, right?" Bumblebee questioned the Warlord, the nagging feeling in his processor now returning to yell at him.

Snickering was then heard, Bee looked to see Starscream laughing. Again, why was this egotistical seeker even here?

"What's so funny?" Bee asked, and Starscream laughed harder.

"Y-You don't get it!? Did you not understand or even think about it!?" Starscream mocked the minibot, laughing more, tickled by how stupid this former Autobot is.

"Ugh, get to the point, you whiney bitch! What is it!? What was important about this test-!?"

"You did not leave." Megatron spoke up, Starscream now holding in his laughter, Bee looking more confused.

"Leave? Leave what?"

"Primus, he still doesn't understand! HAHA!!!" 

"Starscream, are you here to work or continue laughing? It is getting annoying now..." Megatron glared at the seeker, Starscream quieting down, but still smirking. 

Megatron turned his attention to the minibot, who was still highly confused about this.

"You did not leave. That was your test. You had a chance to finally escape, to leave on a mere Autobot ship and return back to where you once came from. Where you were once looked down upon..." Megatorn shared the details of the test, Bumblebee's shock now becoming a look of despair...

"Don't be disheartened, this is good, you are making progress. The right of passage to becoming a Decepticon and working beside me. You stopped being an Autobot the day you accepted my offer, after all, you're still the same mech from that cell, but you have grown and matured." Megatron continued, but Bee was still feeling utter despair with his processor yelling at him for being so fucking stupid.

Starscream was still trying not to laugh, oh how stupid and pathetic this minibot is. He knows much about it, about how this yellow bug wanted to escape so bad, his will to live being stronger than his alloy plating. Yet, here is his, missed his once in a life time chance to go home. Oh, how it was so humorous...

"You're dismissed for the rest of the evening cycle. I will call you back within the week cycle once everything is ready. Go now." Megatron dismissed Bumblebee, the minibot slowly turning around and forcing his peds to walk out.

The minibot left with pure hopelessness in his optics and in his processor, even after the door closed behind him, he could hear Starscream's mocking screams riling back up. The world slowly becoming ringing deaf around him, he wanted to purge his tanks, his stabilizers giving out on him.

How could he not realize it? He was alone. He could fly a ship. He could finally escape. And he wasted it....

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . 

How could he NOT realize it....?

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Blitzwing stretched his frame, walking out of his workspace, his joints clinking and turning as he finally left. He has been at work for hours, doing mandatory reports and preparing for the next plans of training stages for the upcoming training groups. He wondered if Bumblebee was around. He knew he passed the test, thank Primus for that...

The Triple Changer looked in the minibot's workspace first, not there. He then checked his berthroom, empty too. He didn't know where else the bug would be, he tried to comm.link him, but nothing went through either.

"Where are you, kleiner Käfer?" Blitzwing muttered, walking through the corridors and taking the elevator to where he assumed Bee would be on each floor he normally would be on.

Cooking Quarters were being cleaned up by mere servants. The intel rooms were empty or occupied. The medic and lab quarters were also empty or occupied by a medic who was no help at all. Honestly, where was Bumblebee? The Citedal is huge, but the minibot is still restricted to a lot of things.

The last place to check was the training room, going to the lower floors to the indoor training ground. The moment the Triple Changer stepped out of the elevator, he heard clashing and shouts of rage, Bumblebee's shouts. Why on earth was the bug down here? Was he training or fighting a mech?

Blitzwing hurried over, a look of surprise showing as he watched the minibot attack mere objects. Dummies, empty barrels, crates, and many other things to tear apart or slice. Bee was screaming in pure rage, tears falling from his optics, relentlessly attacking one of the dummies, stabbing and shocking it repeatedly.

The Lieutenant has never seen the minibot behave this way before. Yes, anger and sadness, but not in full form together. It was breakdown...

Blitzwing approached hesitantly, stepping onto the training floor, dodging a broken crate Bumblebee had destroyed. Only then did Bee notice Blitzwing. He looked at him with pure hatred. Blitzwing hated it for once...

"Hummel...what happen-!"

"DO NOT EVEN FUCKING START! DON'T ACT LIKE YOU GIVE A GLITCH ABOUT ME!"

"Please, I just want to talk. I assume it's about the-!"

"The test!? OHOHO! CONGRATS! YOU GET A FUCKING MEDAL!!!"

"Please stop shouting, just talk to me. I get it, I-!"

"NO! YOU DON'T GET IT! I HAD THE CHANCE! AN OPPORTUNITY TO LEAVE AND I JUST...!" Bumblebee shouted as he cried, screaming in rage as he cut and destroyed another empty barrel. The damage didn't do any good with the mental panic and rage he was going through.

Blitzwing needed to pick his next words carefully, it was clear Bumblebee was not gonna be easy to calm down this time. There was nothing the Triple Changer could say to calm the minibot, if he spoke, Bee would shout over him or attack...actually...

Bee seethed and hissed, looking at his stingers and holographic blades, before turning around just in time to see Blitzwing swinging at him. Bee managed to dodge, flipping backwards, panting as he looked at the larger mech. 

Hothead was showing, fists raised, not speaking. He merely nodded, a sign that he would let Bee attack him as much as needed. Blitzwing knew no matter what he say, it wouldn't be enough for Bumblebee to hear and think clearly, so he would help him let everything out. EVERYTHING...

Bumblebee was a bit taken aback, but quickly glared harder at him. He shouted as he sprinted towards Blitzwing, attacking him with full force, swinging and running around him with full speed. Blitzwing was dodging as much as he could, especially since Bee still had his stingers and blades out, he couldn't risk getting too hurt...

Bee slashed, shouted, cried, attacked, bit, kicked, punched, everything he could to attack Blitzwing. It was the Triple Changer's fault for all of this. It was because of him that he was stuck here. Because of him! Why did he take him!? Why did he have to make him suffer!? WHY TAKE HIM FROM THE ONE PLACE HE CALLED HOME AND MOLD HIM INTO THIS STUPID MONSTER OF A DECEPTICON!?

Blitzwing stood his ground, dodging, getting hurt and a few cuts from Bumblebee. It hurt, but the pain was welcomed. After all, he did do this to him, he brought him here, he felt blame on his spark for making this stupid sweet bug cry to begin with. For making him cry for so many nights...

After several minutes, Bee just put away his weapons, giving a hard kick to Blitzwing's faceplates. Hothead's visor was cracked and he had a split lip, falling back on his aft. He panted, but quickly covered his faceplates and leaned back a bit. Bumblebee shouted, cried harder as he delivered punch after punch after punch, his attacks slowly becoming weaker...

Bee choked out broken sobs, losing his strength as his punches became weak scratches and slaps. Finally, falling to his knee joints, the minibot cried his spark out. He was so tired, so angry, so depressed, and full of melancholy. He should have left. He should never have gotten so wrapped up in this. He should have died or killed himself when he had the chance...

Once the hits stopped and nothing but broken sobs were being let out, Hothead switched to Icy. Sadness on Icy's faceplates, slowly pulling Bee into his embrace, allowing the minibot to cry into his servos. Time was a blur at this point, nothing else existed or matter as the 2 mechs sat around the broken mess. Bumblebee was crying as much as needed, even if his tears didn't do him any justice. Blitzwing holding the mech he loved closer, feeling his spark break more at the howling cries...

More minutes passed, Bee's sobs becoming quieter, sniffles and clicks in his frame were heard. Blitzwing pulled away, looking down at the minibot, gently wiping his remaining tears away.

"Please, don't cry, Hummel..." Blitzwing whispered, Bee sniffled and leaned weakly into his palm.

"I...I feel so..." Bee couldn't speak, more tears and choked sobs rose up, Blitzwing gently shushing him.

"I know...I promise you, I do know..." Blitzwing whispered back.

Neither of them moved, Bee slowly getting ahold of himself again, his tears drying away as he let Blitzwing wipe them away gently. Funny, the mech that brought him here was also comforting him, Bee would be blushing if he wasn't so upset...

"...I am sorry." Bumblebee looked up at the large Con, now seeing the guilt on Blitzwing's expression.

"...why are you sorry?"

"...I am the one who brought you here...I am responsible for what you went through and are feeling right now. It was wrong of me to bring you here..."

"...why did you take me?"

"....because....because I...I like you." Blitzwing blushed, looking away a bit.

"You...like me?" Bee quietly asked, watching Blitzwing nod.

"I...It was wrong, I know. Yet...the day I saw you, I couldn't get you out of my head. I knew you would never come here with me nor friend me, so I..." Blitzwing was doing his best to open up, trying to think of his next words carefully.

"...but you took me away...from a place I called home...from all I knew..." Bee looked away, pulling away from Blitzwing's touch.

"I...Hummel, please, I just wanted to....as selfish as it was, you've changed and grown so much. This is your home now..."

"That's the thing...I want to go home...but I don't even know where that is anymore. Hell, I don't think I've ever known what a home is truly like...everyone ruins it before I can know the feeling...you ruined it too..." Bumblebee slowly opened up, deeper feelings and thoughts he never considered, he never even knew existed. Why did he also not think Earth was a good home? Was Cybertron even a home to him anymore?

"It's just...I didn't mean...I thought...and with the war...I never.....Im s-sorry, I don't have the words. I don't have an answer..." Blitzwing said in defeat, guilt and shame eating him away, slouching and covering his faceplates in his servos. Primus, how could he do this? He was an idiot...

"I...just why now...why am I learning and thinking of so much after so much pain...even now I am still hurting and so many bots still hate me...did you ever look at me that way? Like you hated me?" That question quickly made Blitzwing look at the minibot.

"N-no! No I...maybe a small part of me did, but...that was just me being angry at myself." The Triple Changer spoke honestly, slowly pulling Bumblebee back into his embrace.

"I know you're still hurting, and I know I caused you hurt...but if you are willing to try...we can make this the home you've longed for. I-I know not everyone will see it the same way, and it feels like you're drowning in The Pit itself, but...I want you to stay... to stay with me, Bumblebee. Please..." Blitzwing whispered to Bee, looking down at him, worried that he might push him away after all he's done.

Bee began to blush a bit, wiping his tears away, nodding and letting Blitzwing carry him. It was strange, he was mad, but he felt safe. Like some bot finally saw a part of him again, saw he was hurting and lying to everyone about it. Is this why Blitzwing was so close to him this whole time? Cause he liked him? Cause he...loved him?

There was clearly so much more that needed to be talked about between them, but Bumblebee was exhausted. The talk would happen another day, but one thing was for certain, Bee wasn't going to push Blitzwing away. He had every right to, but he didn't want him to go...he was all he had now. 

He didn't know when they reached his berthroom, but Bumblebee was gently placed onto his own berth. Blitzwing was going to leave, but Bee stopped him. The 2 blushing and now laying beside each other in the dark. Barely any words spoken between them, the shadows of the night and dim lights hiding their expressions, but their feelings were still raw and exposed. Honest and open in such a vulnerable moment.

"...Are you still mad?" The minibot slowly shook his helm yes to the question.

"Do you want me to go?" Bee shook his helm to the question. Blitzwing slowly reached out, cupping Bee's faceplates.

"I can leave. I know you hate me, you have every right."

"I know...but I want you to stay...besides...I think I like you too..." Bee responded back, his words honest and true despite the mixed emotions he felt.

Maybe it was Stockholm Syndrome Programming. Maybe it was pure loneliness. Maybe he just wanted someone he considered a friend/enemy close.

For now and for tonight though, he allowed himself to be vulnerable as much as the large Con was being vulnerable himself. Feeling a mix of calm, numbness, and a hint of love as their lips came together to close the space between them...

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Something I drew for this chapter. Find it on my tumblr too!!!

Chapter Text

A week has flown by since Bumblebee passed his "test", earning him the rank and title of a Commander(at least for now). The end of the week was here, Bumblebee still needed to see Megatron about his new and soon-to-be team, whether or not this would be permanent is another question to keep in mind. Other than that, it was the usual training, workload, and now to navigate through his emotions.

Bumblebee and Blitzwing were now dating!... somewhat.

There were many things to discuss and to uncover within themselves, hell, Bee barely even knew how to be a partner or what it's like to be with one. It seemed like Blitzwing barely knew how to be one or receive anything from one. It's like 2 young kids learning how to get past hand-holding, which is what they mostly do ironically, when not talking, giving each other corny flirts, or sharing small kisses late at night in one of their berthrooms and alone.

Bee had never felt this flustered and confused before, but he was gonna take it slow with Blitzwing. Right now, he gotta focus on his work and training.

It was early sunrise, Bumblebee and Blitzwing were resting together in the minibots' berth again. Surprisingly, as an alarm went off to wake them up, Bee was up first. He yawned as he got up, stretching and moving around Blitzwing to get out of the berth. He headed towards the curtains and opened them, letting the sunlight inside. 

"Blitz! Time to get up! I'm hungry!" Bumblebee dramatically shouted, going up to the very large mech, glaring as he snored.

"BLITZWING! UP AND MOVING!" Bee shouted, climbing on top of the Triple Changer's frame.

Blitzwing groaned, grabbed a pillow and covered his faceplates, not wanting to get up.

"Hummelchen, please, it's too early..." Blitzwing sleepily said.

Bee huffed, finding it a bit unfair since the 3-faced con always dragged him out of the berth some mornings. Bumblebee got a bit devious, smirking, and pulled out his stingers without the holographic blades. On the lowest to mild settings, he could put it on, he gently and carefully the tip of the stinger on Blitzwing's chassis. Then, right as it seemed Blitz was going back to sleep, Bumblebee shocked him. Not enough to hurt, just enough to jolt him awake.

Blitzwing let out a bit of a high-pitched yelp and sat up, Bumblebee laughing as he quickly got off him and sped walk to the door. Icy switched to Hothead.

"You little insect! Come here!" Blitzwing began to chase Bumblebee, who laughed more and ran out of the room.

Hothead chased Bumblebee down the corridor, eventually catching the slippery, quick minibot by his collar. Bee couldn't stop laughing, Hothead switched to Random and also started laughing.

"You are such a mess! What on earth would I do with you!?" 

"Oh, I don't know, help me make a decent refuel for breakfast?"

"Very well! But I will get you back later!" The 2 laughed as they headed towards the kitchen.

They thought they be alone, but were a bit surprised see some bots at work. They were all cooking and making a nice rich refuel meal for their Lord upon command. One of the mechs noticed the 2 and approached.

"Good morning, Lord Megatron was going to send somebot to fetch you 2. He has requested a meeting for this morning. Head to the Throne Room." The mech spoke quickly before going back to work.

Bumblebee was a bit confused, breakfast and a meeting? That's a first. Bumblebee has had to sit in meetings with them before, but never was served food while being in one. He wondered how this would go. Blitzwing guided Bee out of the kitchen as they headed to the Throne Room. Upon entering, they see Lugnut, Starscream, Shockwave(on a monitor call), and Megatron. All of them sitting in seats, lined up with tables just for them. Megatron glanced at the 2, seeming a tiny bit pleased to see them here as if he needed them.

"Good, you both came here on your own. I thought I had to send somebot to fetch you both. Have a seat, this is a meeting."

The Triple Changer bowed and went to his designated seat, being use to this kind of pop up. Bee didn't know where to sit, he wanted to sit next to Blitzwing, but there was no seat next to him. The only seat available was next to Megatron... just greeeeaaaat...

Bee made his way over to the seat, sitting down and keeping his helm down. Surprisingly, he didn't appear comedically small in the chair or table, almost like it was made for a minibot. Was this intentional? He didn't bother to ask as Megatron decided to start speaking.

"We are holding this meeting in terms of the upcoming orbital cycle. To discuss our next plans of attack and how to grow New Kaon. We need more supplies, more aid, more mechs and femmes willing to stand front line. Shockwave will be given the numbers of our statistics, and we shall see where to go from there." Megatron spoke, the servants and worker bots coming in on cue to serve the refuel.

"Is there anything else that you wish to know? Oh, so great one..." Starscream spoke with a hint of sarcasm, getting a small side glare from Megatron.

"Indeed. We will also discuss current positions and status. Starting with the fact that you, Starscream, will now be a mere General. Shockwave is now permanently Second In Command." That announcement made Starscream screech in disbelief.

Bumblebee rolled his optics, already annoyed just hearing the seeker. He was served his refuel, Bee's tanks were immediately rumbling at the sight with drool in his mouth. Fresh-cut Oilmelon, Foil Pancakes, Saffronze, Red Energon with Copper Swerlls and Rubies, Vanadium Sticks-! Oh, Bee was gonna enjoy this, half of these he never even tried before!

"Not yet. Wait for a moment." Bee stopped himself before he could dig in, looking up to see it was Shockwave that has spoken to him through the monitor. Why did they need to wait? For Megatron's approval?

Once the food was served with the worker and servant bots cleared out, Megatorn merely nodded, they began to eat. Guess they just needed the workers out, but Bee was right about the approval part. The minibot slowly ate, looking at the rest of the Cons. Megatron was eating pretty slowly, Lugnut and Blitzwing were messy eaters as they chomped away, Starscream was picking at his food(still bitching about his position), and Shockwave was merely....he didn't know how the one-eyed mech refuelled, actually.

It was quiet, other than the loud munching and chewing, but a chair scraped across the floor loudly. Starscream began to storm out, slamming the door open and close, muttering rather loudly how unfair this system is. None of them stop him as he left, just continued to eat and drink.

"Now then, before we continue, there has been a slight adjustment in plans. Bumblebee..." Megatron spoke, Bee flinching a bit and looking up at him before he could take another bit out of his oilmelon.

"...yes?" Bee's reply made Lugnut upset. To be honest, anything related to Megatron always sets the large stupid Con off.

"Show respect! You will answer Megatron as your Great One-!"

"At ease Lugnut..." Megatron cut Lugnut off, looking annoyed at the sudden outburst.

"You will be attending Blitzwing and Lugnut on a mission today to go find Black Arachnia. We believe we may have found her in the Blackout Sector." Megatron continued, taking a sip of his rich energon.

"O-oh, uh, alright. What about the plans for, uh...me being Commander?" Bee asked, the question seemed to startle Blitzwing a bit as he choked on his own refuel.

"C-Commander!? When did you earn that title!? *Switch* AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME!? WAAAAAAAH!!!" Blitzwing whined as Random, clearly not informed of the minibot's title from last week. Not that he was mad, but proud and wanted to show him the new benefits he could get from it.

"Uh, sorry. Kinda forgot about it, since, well, you know..." Bumblebee blushed a bit, making the Triple Changer blush too as they looked away.

"Continuing. It is why I mentioned the slight changes. We are having a few complications with supply runs, therefore, we still need to retrieve a few items before you are given your team. That will take another 2 week cycle with how these runs are moving along." Megatron continued.

"Is there anyway to make the runs move easier? Like, still get what we need and send a message? I once saw this movie on earth where a team got a bunch of things by causing massive distractions elsewhere in on their planet to get what they really need. Or maybe secret agents to go in silently and take everyone out one by one till they got the ship in control, that way nothing gets ruined and no one has to fight too much, or maybe-!" Bumblebee cut himself off from his ramble as he looked up at Megatron...who was staring at him.

It was very uncomfortable. Did he say something wrong? Did he ramble too much? Talked to loud? Actually why was he talking about this stuff to the stupid Tyrant?

"...Shockwave?"

"Already putting in the work, my lord. We will be taking a few of your own made battle strategies for this as well, Bumblebee." Shockwave got to work, sending out direct messages to battle leaders.

Wait, what did Bumblebee just do?

"This may take care of our problem if it works. For now, let us continue..." Megatron continued the meeting like nothing, leaving the minibot confused.

He looked up at Blitzwing, who glanced back, giving him a small sign that he will explain later on their mission. For now, they tuned in and listened in.....

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In the far depths of space, past the bright Cosmic Rings of Sector V1 and The Star Cluster of K2-5M, led to the dark abyss of the Blackout Sector. So dark there were barely any Moon or Sun cycles, and if there was, its usually an eclipse of colors that you could even see stars in the middle of the day.

Bumblebee heard of this Sector once, but it was barely brought up cause Autobots declared it as a "waste of space". Get it? 

Yet, after Blitzwing explained the part of Shockwave and Megatron using his battle plans for raids(which made him feel like an idiot for speaking at all), he also explained why this Sector is 'cut off'. According to his own memory, the Triple Changer shared how the Autobots would actually use this sector, but only ever rarely cause of how dark it usually is. They once tried to set up bases here, but abandoned it and any remaining Autobot here to continue putting their valuable resources elsewhere.

Abandoning their own just to put their time and research towards other things? That's very messed up. He get the fact they couldn't make use of this Sector, but that didn't explain why abandon their own Autobots. Blitzwing further explained that this wasn't the first time Autobots done this to each other, if the High Council orders it, it is done and labeled as a warning for other Autobots to avoid certain planets or Sectors they deem 'unlivable'. 

Decepticons may copy the same tactic, but only within good reason such as treason, retreating, if they know their own can make it back on their own without assistance, or if caught by Autobots. It is why Megatron insist to keep each other online and brought back in decent condition, not that he could easily replace the missing gaps, but because they still have use and still must continue fighting for the Decepticon cause.

Bumblebee took in all the information he could, both shocked and horrified. Blitzwing says there is more, but he can't remember it all and advised Bee to go look into it when he could. Bee made a mental note to himself about it, but he couldn't believe what he was hearing. Is that why there are so many M.I.A's? How many were swept under the radar? There had to be a reason for this, so he would look into it when he could.

For now, it was time to focus as Lugnut announced they arrived on the dark planet where Black Arachnia was hiding. Now, given with what details they were told, Black Arachnia could be out here cause there were strange signals coming from this planet, but was it a distress signal? A trap? And why would that creepy spider femme send a signal if she was running from Megatron the whole time? It didn't make sense.

What Bee did know, was that Optimus himself once knew Arachnia as an Autobot. It made the minibot cringe a bit, his former 'boss' thought he could convince her to come back to them, even after she nearly killed them. The minibot hoped Sari is ok at least...

"Keep up! We are almost there!" Lugnut shouted, snapping Bumblebee out of his thoughts and ran to catch up a bit.

They been walking for a while now, heading towards where the signal supposedly came from. Bee walked next to Blitzwing, thinking nothing of it, till the large Con surprised him by offering one of his servos to hold. Both blushed a bit as Bee slowly accepted it, holding hands with the Triple Changer.

"...I am not a sparkling you know."

"I know."

"...so why are we holding servos?"

"...cause I wanted to, but I can let go-!"

"N-no, it's fine..." They whispered to each other, blushing more. They still needed to talk about everything and their new found relationship.

They said no more than that, arriving at the constructed base, Lugnut leading and taking charge...or at least he wanted to. When he turned around to speak, the large Con caught the other 2 holding servos. Ew.

"Now is not the time for intimate acts you 2." Lugnut just casually spoke without yelling, making Icy switch to Hothead.

"IT IS NOT INTIMACY YOU BAFOON!" Hothead roared as he let go of Bee's servo to march up to Lugnut. 

Bumblebee rolled his optics, Lugnut waved Blitzwing off and forced the door panels of the enterance opened. Sometimes Bumblebee forgets how strong Lugnut is...until reminded during training sessions. 

Once the doors were opened, they were greeted with a cold chill, the lights cutting on. Bumblebee felt creeped out being inside of here, staying a bit closer to Blitzwing as the 3 mechs went inside. They began to walk around the corridors, some of the rooms were messy with data pads and equipment everywhere. Blitzwing wondered if there was another mech here, Black Arachnia certainly wouldn't leave a mess anywhere, especially in a lab she worked in.

"I shall search for the main quarters, you 2 go find that cursed organic!" Lugnut ordered them, Hothead going back to Icy.

"And who put you in charge? I say we all gather what we can collect from the pile of evidence and get Black Arachnia." Blitzwing suggested, which Lugnut immediately protested back.

"That is wasting time! We must hurry for Lord Megatron!" The 2 were about to fight over it, but the minibot raised his servo up.

"Uh, lets go with Blitzwing's idea. After all, if we hurry, we may miss something that could be very important for Megatron. I am sure your Lord would not be pleased to know you are trying to rush a job he assigned you on." Bumblebee acted and sounded concerned,  playing with his words perfectly to get Lugnut to listen.

"Hmm... very well. You speak wisely, for now." Lugnut began to go down the hallway, searching for what can be useful to please his powerful Warlord.

"Impressive. *Switch* Seems like your learning quickly~!" Icy became Random, giggling as he too noticed Bumblebee's play on words.

"Hehe, I learned it from you." Bumblebee winked, making Blitzwing blush as they got to work.

The place was much larger than it appeared on the outside, many rooms with a lot of intel inside. Bumblebee looked through room after room, finding supplies to take back, as well as information on some sort of project. Turning offline protoforms to capable half organics? Why is Arachnia doing here exactly? This seems highly illegal. messing with Offline Protoforms before they even get a chance at life. It seemed sickening.

Yes, he knows the spider femme was desperate to be whole mech again, but this is just disgusting...

Blitzwing and Lugnut found similar things, taking as many datapads as possible to bring back, but still no Black Arachnia. They also realized there is most definitely some other bots here. Tons of Oils and Energons consumed, way too much for Arachnia. Also extra sleeping berths, different Logs collected, including charts of these said Bots and what they are capable of. Besides Arachnia, there must be at least 5 other Bots here, based on the math and the intel.

Bumblebee opened another room, becoming shocked by what he found inside.

"Lugnut! Blitzwing!" He called out as he stepped inside, the 2 large Cons coming over, now becoming shocked too.

So many Cryo-Pods, all of it scientifically modded into growth and nurtiuring pods. Some are open, dead offline protoforms leaning out of some of them or just floating inside, no signs of life at all. All falling dead before a chance to come online...

"Based on the intel, Arachnia was administering doses of Organic substances into them. Each failed Protoform here was unable to handle it in their systems, leading to them remaining offline before they had a chance..." Blitzwing spoke, also sickening by this act. He was a killing machine, not a monster.

"We must find her at once! This is a dangerous crime she committing!" Lugnut shouted, also displeased by this. His words kinda made Bee a bit surprised, he didn't think Lugnut cared about anything else other than what Megatron wanted.

"We still need to find out where she is, clearly she and whoever else is with her is not here." 

"We must go out and hunt her! Follow my lead-!"

"*Switch* Stop trying to take charge Primus dammit!" The 2 began to argue on what to do.

Bumblebee went further into the room, ignoring the other 2 as he looked at each pod. Not a single online frame, it kinda made him sad, but it was probably for the best they didn't online. He couldn't imagine the struggle of being half organic, especially when as an Autobot or Decepticon will make them feel disgusted with themselves. He somewhat felt pity for Arachnia now.

He approached another pod at the end of the room, his optics grew a bit wider as he realized this one was online. He could barely see inside it though, something small was floating inside, deep in recharge cause of the pod itself. Why was this the only one online, how if every other Protoform here failed, he wanted answers.

He noticed the button panel next to the pod, the temptation to open it was strong in the minibot's processor. He slowly raised a servos, wondering which button it could be. However, the minibot got distracted and backed up when he heard banging, looking back to see Lugnut and Blitzwing arguing even louder. Their angry words turned into a physical fight. Oh these 2...

"QUIT SHOVING ME YOU OVERSIZED GLITCH!"

"STOP HITTING ME YOU STUPID FRAGGER!"

"SLAG EATER!"

"FRAG FACE! MUAHAHA!"

Bumblebee sighed as the 2 punched and tackled, he tried to approach and speak up, but was met with a very hard shove from Blitzwing unexpectedly swinging Lugnut. Bee groaned and hit his back against the pod, his servo running roughly over each button as he tried not to collapse, but one of those buttons made the Comm come to life.

"S-S-S-SUBJECT 48 IS NOW AWOKEN. P-P-P-PLEASE STAND BY." The intercom voice spoke in glitches.

Lugnut and Blitzwing stopped fighting, looking over to watch as Bumblebee took a step back too. The pod slowly opened, cryo smoke and crystalized gel pouring out. Bee was about to take a slow step forward, when a small tiny mech emerged from the pod, coughing a bit and hiccupping as he fell onto the floor.

The 3 mechs watched as this tiny thing shook himself dry like a mech animal, ears pointing up with a wire-like tail swaying. The little mech rubbed his optics, coming online and looked up as his vision adjusted, seeing a tall yellow minibot standing in front of him. Bumblebee looked confused at first, watching this small...he didn't know? A sparkling maybe? Looked at him and slowly began to smile.

Bee was even more confused, suddenly becoming startled as the small sparkling hugged his ped and purred.

"My Sire! Hello sire!" The sparkling happily squealed, hugging onto Bumblebee's ped tighter with a large grin and sharp natural denta.

Bee's confusion quickly became shock and panic....

"W-WHAT!? N-NO! I AM NOT! G-get off me!" The minibot tried to shake the sparkling off, but the little mech was laughing and giggling, now trying to climb onto Bee.

Blitzwing switched to Random and bursted out laughing, laughing so hard his tanks hurt, this was too good! Lugnut shook his helm and got back to work, not caring about what was happening nor bothered to ask questions. Bee was still struggling to get this sparkling off him, groaning as he yanked the little mech off him and held him upside down.

"I know you just came online, but I am not your sire!" Bumblebee sternly made it clear, but this sparkling kept smiling.

"But you are my sire! I saw you first a-and my p-putuical(protocols) are saying so!" The sparkling giggled as Bee flipped him over.

"Protocol-!? What Protocol!? What are you installed with...?" Bumblebee began to flip and turn the sparkling in all sorts of directions, making the sparkling laugh more.

"Well I can certainly say you 2 must be related! Your both so tiny! MUHAHAHAHA!!!" Blitzwing was still laughing hard, making puns now.

"S-shut up Blitzbrain!"

"What's that?"

"Something he is!"

"What is he?"

"A Triple Changer."

"What's that?"

"A stupid cute idiot."

"Why?"

Bumblebee groaned as he annoyingly answered the little mech's questions. Its natural though, he remembered how curious he was as a sparkling himself. Regardless, he had to do something about this, should he leave him here or put him back in the Cryo-Pod? He didn't know and it was frustrating!

"Look on the bright side! You now have another bot as small as you to keep you company down there!" Blitzwing joked again, soon yelping in pain as Bumblebee shocked him with his stingers. The sparkling giggled and the minibot just sighed in annoyance.

"SHE IS HERE!!!" Lugnut shouted out, grabbing their attention as Blitzwing and Bumblebee hurried to where he was, the little sparkling clinging onto Bumblebee still.

They hurried outside and witnessed Lugnut trying to tackle Black Arachnia, she was putting up a fight and dodging Lugnut's attacks. Lugnut was getting very mad, ready to use The Punch, but Arachnia used her webs to make him stumble before he could get a chance. Blitzwing switched to Hothead and hurried over, blasting his fire to burn the webs away and strike Arachnia, the spider femme hissed and began running.

Bumblebee took the chance to run after her, transforming and chasing after her in the dark forest. He speed on his wheels, using his headlights to track down Arachnia. Yet he felt startled as something touched his wheel inside...

"Oooh! What's this thingy? What are we doing? Sire???" The sparkling was still with him and moving around inside his vehicle alt!

"S-stop! Don't touch anything dammit! Sit down!" Bumblebee ordered, the little mech listened and sat in the passenger seat.

He really needed to deal with this kid when this was over...

Black Arachnia was still running, but the minibot was right behind her. She was impressed the kid was now sitting among the top Decepticon Ranks after practically 5 years, but she was not about to lose or get caught! First she gets kicked out of her own lab and now this!

The Spider Femme transformed back, spraying her webs at the approaching vehicle, hoping to blind the minibot. Bee transformed back quickly and dodged, the little mech clinging onto his back plating now. Bumblebee rushed forward, pulling out only his stingers to shock her. Black Arachnia dodged, smirking as Bumblebee got closer, about to stab her antenna's in her to paralyze him.

Bee knew what was coming, he made sure to get closer. He jumped forward, sticking his left stabilizer out, making it appear like a kick attack. Arachnia took the bait and stuck her antennas in, ready to watch this minibot fall. Yet, she was shocked as Bumblebee kept moving, falling down on his knee joints, immediately pulling out his holographic blades, and gave a clean slice through her antenna's. 

Arachnia hisses and shouted in pain as her cut off antenna's bled out energon and dark oils. Bumblebee put his dual blades away and left his stingers, wasting no time to jab them into her torso, delievering a very powerful shock. The spider femme screamed in pain, the shock was so strong it sent her flying, knocking her out cold...

The minibot looked from afar to make sure she didn't move, before sighing and putting his weapons away. He heard engines and turned around, seeing Lugnut and Blitzwing catching up. Blitzwing transformed out of tank mode and Lugnut out of his bomber plane, both impressed to see Bumblebee had caught Black Arachnia.

"Good job, you caught her." Blitzwing praised as Icy, smiling as he stepped forward.

"Lord Megatron will be pleased! We must stasis cuff her and take back what we found as soon as can!" Lugnut was also happy about this, mission a success.

Bumblebee smirked a bit, feeling a bit proud of himself. Then he felt something crawl up to his neck plates.

"Did you do a good job sire?" The sparkling asked, Bee sighed but nodded, making the sparkling cheer too.

Afterwards, a megacycle passed, them loading up as much as they could onto their ship with Black Arachnia in stasis cuffs and unconscious still. Once they got as much intel and supplies as they could, they began to take off. The little mech happily sat on the ship, curious about everything and asking what questions he could. Bumblebee and Blitzwing were the only ones answering him, Lugnut would only tell the sparkling how he will soon meet their great Lord Megatron, making the sparkling ask more questions.

As they began to fly back to New Kaon, Lugnut began to make a direct teletran call to Lord Megatron. The large Con bowed as his master answered, Shockwave also joining in on the call since him and Megatron were speaking.

"Lugnut. Report." Lord Megatron spoke.

"My Lord! I am pleased to inform we have caught Black Arachnia! We have much intel and supply to return with!" Lugnut greatly shared.

"And who caught her exactly?" Shockwave asked, wanting further details.

"It was-!"

"It was my sire! And hello! What's this thingy!? Who are you!?" The sparkling jumped onto the camera feed, asking questions with a large grin.

Megatron was a bit taken back by this sudden pop up, Shockwave was surprised. What in the name of Unicron and Primus was a sparkling doing here? How did he get there?

"AH! MINIBOT!" Lugnut shouted angerily, Bee hurrying over to grab the little mech, Blitzwing also stepping in.

"I thought I told you sit down!" Bee glared, making the little mech's cybercat ears fall back a bit.

"I'm sorry sire." The little mech apologized, making Bee feel a bit bad.

"Its fine..."

"What is the meaning of this?" Everybot looked at Megatron, Bee gulped and smiled nervously.

"Heh, um...funny story?"

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Shockwave was laughing so hard through the teletram call, this was the funniest thing he's ever heard with his own audials other than the rare occasions of being overcharged with high grade. Blitzwing laughing along side him after Bumblebee finished telling Megatron the his side of the story. Lugnut just shook his helm, staying silent. Megatron did find it a bit amusing, a small smirk on his faceplates, and Bumblebee was just annoyed by the whole ordeal.

Starscream was not present since he was still throwing a bitch fit from this morning cycle, but who gives a fuck. Right now, he was waiting for the one optic freak and his semi-boyfriend to stop laughing so they can continue on what to do. The little mech was currently in Bee's berthroom, best area to keep him in for now since the sparkling didn't want to go with anybot else. Black Arachnia was taken to a prison hold, awaiting interrogation for her crimes and treason. 

"Oh my primus! This is tickling every wire in my frame! I can't not believe he automatically declared you his sire!" Shockwave laughed, slamming his fist onto the table he was at.

"I was just as tickled! It was so good to watch! Especially the face the bug made!" Random howled with laughter, making Shockwave laugh harder.

"Are you 2 done?" Bumblebee annoyingly asked, watching the 2 trying to force their laughter down, struggling not to laugh.

"Lord Megatron, what shall we do with the sparkling?" Lugnut asked first, Megatron hummed as he thought about it.

"We would need answers from Arachnia herself, given the report that she may have not been alone and others were online by her servos. This sparkling might be one of them." Megatron spoke, thinking about what to do.

"Ahem, I may need to get a few samples from this sparkling the next time I deport for a visit. For now, I may also need a print of his interior and systems by Hook or Deadlock, him immediately getting attached you is abnormal." Shockwave cleared his vocals and stopped laughing, pointing out the first thing wrong with the story.

"Exactly what I thought! Like, why did he get attached to me!?" Finally some mech else saw what was wrong and why Bumblebee panicked by this sudden 'surprise'.

When a Bot comes online for the first time, they are lost, confused, and guided by the closest Care Worker to be taken care of. This is only when the Bot in question is hand-made and constructed, getting naturally sparked up is rare and becoming even more rare during the war. Mechs nor Femmes had the time to get sparked, so many were constructed, whether full grown or sparkling, they are considered a sparkling all the same.

So, this sparkling in this case was a strange one. A sparkling that's constructed should not immediately get attached to the first Bot they see. This implies something is wrong within the little mech's systems or something was imputed to insure that when he woke up, he would instantly follow around the first Bot he seen.

Did Black Arachnia have something to do that? Or was it one of the 'others' that were supposedly with her? So many questions and it made Bee's processor ache. Why do things just keep getting harder?

"Until we get our answers, the sparkling will remain under our care. More specifically, your care, Bumblebee." Megatron declared, that made Bee jaw-dropped.

"Now what a fragging nanosec, why me!?" 

"The sparkling is attached to you, he also might be half-organic based on Black Arachnia's work. If there is something more, we do not want anybot else getting ahold of the sparkling. Therefore, you are going to be a sire till we figure this out." Megatron explained, making Bee more upset.

"No way! I don't know how to care for a sparkling! And you all know I can barely keep it together with you screwing me up-!" The minibot shut up quickly as Megatron slammed his fist down.

"YOU WILL... take care of him. That is an order..." Megatron spoke lowly, staring down at the minibot with a strong glare. Bee glared back at him, but backed down and slowly nodded.

He was not about to get another punishment, but this was just another reminder of how much he hated the slaggin warlord...

"You are dismissed." Megatron sighed and waved the minibot off.

Bumblebee turned around and left, angry and upset. Blitzwing watched Bumblebee leave, looking at Megatron. The Tyrant nodded and let Blitzwing go after Bumblebee.

"Well, did not think they became that close." Shockwave commented.

"They behaved intimately on the mission! They are always distracted by each other!" Lugnut huffed, his choice of words made Shockwave confused and Megatron raise an optic ridge...

Meanwhile, now going down the long hallways, Bumblebee was complaining to Blitzwing about how unfair this was...

"Come now, it may not be as bad. I heard taking care of Sparklings are a wonderous joy." Blitzwing tried cheering the minibot up, but it didn't really work.

"This is still so unfair. Why me?" Bee groaned as they approached his berthroom.

"It is as Megatron said, the sparkling only trust you for the moment and will listen to you. Until Shockwave can figure out what coding he has or when Black Arachnia answers our questions, he is under your care. *Switch* Thank goodness I wasn't in the way!" Icy switched to Random, laughing a bit.

"Oh shut up Blitzwing..." Before Bee opened his door, he blushed as Blitzwing gently placed a kiss on the top of his helm.

"It'll be ok. Have fun~!" Blitzwing gave a large grin, soon walking off to go do his own thing.

Bee sighed and rubbed his faceplates, entering his berthroom. Inside, the little mech was sitting on the berth, coloring on some datapads a worker bot gave him with colorful pens. The little mech looked up and smiled, happy to see Bee again, his wire like tail swaying. Bumblebee quietly vented, going up to the sparkling.

"Alright, listen up, 'sparko'. For the next few cycles, I'm taking care of you, but don't keep getting attached. Till then, you have to follow my rules and all that I say, ok?" Bumblebee spoke, the sparkling nodded as he listened.

"Yes Sire." Bee groaned at his reply.

"I'm not your...ugh, forget it. Anyways, to go over the ru...wait, you don't have a name." The realization his Bumblebee. He couldn't keep calling him little mech or sparkling. Maybe sparko, but that was just his clever way of saying kiddo.

"Name? My name?" The sparkling hummed.

"What is your name...?"

"I-I don't know... maybe you can name me! You are my sire!" The sparkling smiled, awaiting his name!

"Uh...r-right. Your...name is..." Bumblebee began to look around, hoping something would pop up out of then air. 

He looked over at his desk, noticing a datapad that was left open. Large letters on its screen saying, 'LOWDOWN COMPLETE'. Better than nothing or something stupid he guessed.

"...L-Lowdown...your name is Lowdown." Bumblebee named Lowdown, the sparko making several face expressions as he downloaded the name into his processor.

"Hmm...Lowdown. LOWDOWN. lowdown. Lowdown. Hehe, I like it~." Lowdown happily declared, Bee couldn't help but smile a bit.

"Good. Now, about the rules to follow and what to-!"

"What does Lowdown mean?" Lowdown asked, cutting Bee off.

"Oh, uh....it's just another way of downloading & transferring data." 

"Ok....what does that mean?"

Bee already knew this was gonna be a very, very, very long cycle and these next few days were gonna be even longer....

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Back on the dark planet in the Blackout Sector, a group of 5 returned to their new claimed lab and base, only to find the place somewhat cleared out and signs others were here.

"It seems we had guess over. Friends of Arachnia?" Prometheus spoke, smirking a bit at Sunder.

"Apparently so... such a shame, we could've used our new found power and knowledge on them." Sunder replied, a bit disappointed he missed the fun.

"Now what do we do!? I want my things back!" A femme whined in a high pitch girly voice, her body stretched out and able to twist in all sorts of directions without resist.

"Bunker mad! Me no like guest!" Bunker shouted angrily, the largest of the 5, also stomping in anger.

"Hush now, Bunker and Riptide. We need to plan out our next attack. Sunder? Prometheus?" The 5th mech spoke, standing stoic and strong as they looked at their 2 leaders.

"Hmm...continue building and working on our plans, Convert. We shall greet them soon enough. Don't you agree Sunder?" Prometheus spoke, letting Sunder grab one his jet wings and play with one of his large optics, it didn't hurt Prometheus anyways.

"I do agree my friend, and once we show ourselves... they will experience bliss in their nightmares, for we can do so much worse. After all, they will beg for our mercy..." Sunder chuckled as he clawed into the large optic on the jet wing.

The 5 began to chuckle and giggle, ready to put their plan in motion and make a much more bigger threat that no Autobot or Decepticon will be ready for....

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Art piece of Riptide:


Art work of Lowdown:

Commission i got by Earthcookies! Link to his tumblr here! https://www. /earthcookies?source=share

Chapter Text

A few days have passed, nearing the end of the weekly cycle, and Bumblebee is ready to call quits on these responsibilities of being a sire. Taking care of a Sparkling while working and training just seemed so exhausting, always having to ensure the Sparkling is fed, safe, warm, and happy. He couldn't get a break, and no one else wanted to babysit(except Blitzwing, thank Primus for him.)

Lowdown is a sweet sparkling, curious, happy little mech, but always seems so full of energy and asking questions every single klik. It made Bee feel a bit bad, because Lowdown did listen and follow the rules, but the minibot just thought he wasn't going to be good enough to watch Lowdown permanently. He rarely ever had the thought of seeing himself as a Sire or Carrier, so to care for a sparkling that automatically got attached was...something.

Shockwave was still at work with figuring out what was going on within Lowdown's systems, even Deadlock and Hook were working together to figure it out. There were many things going on with Lowdown with no real answer. Some strange coding of dependence lay in his systems, it's believed that's what made Lowdown imprint onto Bumblebee, but they weren't sure. Then with his wire-like tail, he can transfer and download data, which is pretty cool, but also strange cause Lowdown cannot access the data himself.

Every time they tried, Lowdown would say it's an 'incriptad codax', aka Encripted Codex, which prevented him from looking at it. Was this deliberate so no one else can access it? Or so Lowdown himself could never access it? He was the one able to transfer and download them through his wire, he should be able to look into it as well if it lies within his systems.

As for Black Arachnia, she eventually caved after a visit from Megatron himself. Apparently, from what Bee could gather, she did experiment on the protoforms, made 3 bots come online successfully, but had to abandon her lab. She insists that she has no clue who Lowdown is nor had any part in constructing him. Therefore, the bots that were on the planet must have thrown her out, but she refuses to share how and why, cause from what Bee was told, she looked... afraid when it was brought up.

He needed to go down and talk to her, right now, he was stuck in the middle of training against Lugnut...

"Come now! You can fight better than this!" Lugnut shouted as he threw another punch. The minibot easily dodged and jumped up, landing a hard kick towards Lugnut's faceplates.

"You're right, sure can..." Bumblebee muttered, falling down and rolling under Lugnut's stabilizers, using his holographic blades to cut behind his knee joints.

Lugnut grunted loudly, stumbling, but not falling down. The large con turned around and tried to grab the minibot, attempting to slam him, but Bee easily dodged. As they fought and trained, Blitzwing and Lowdown were sitting nearby, watching the two in combat.

"Why are they fighting?" Lowdown asked, worried for his sire.

"They are training. They must do so in order to fight real combat later on." Blitzwing answered, paying attention to Bee's attacks, taking mental notes on how to help him improve.

"So they aren't mad at each other?" Blitzwing switched to Random to answer the question.

"Muhaha! Of course not! They only dislike each other, but they don't hate! Otherwise, it wouldn't be as fun!" Random laughed, making Lowdown laugh a bit too.

"I like that faceplate, so silly!" Lowdown giggled, letting Blitzwing pick him up.

"Really!? Most bots hate this one! Especially when I do this!" Random began to playfully bite and blow raspberries onto Lowdown's cheeks, making the sparkling laugh more. It was so fun to watch and babysit Lowdown, the Triple Changer didn't mind the sparkling at all, it reminded him of his younger vorns.

They stopped as the laughter died down, looking down after hearing a painful yelp come from Bee. The minibot was strongly punched and sent flying towards a wall, making him collapse. He needed to get better at fighting Lugnut. The large Con approached, picking Bee up by his collar.

"You are slowly getting much better, but still far too weak! We must increase your strength! Increase training!" Lugnut rambled on, unaware of Blitzwing approaching until Bumblebee was grabbed by the Triple Changer.

"Leave that to me, thank you very much. You did well, Hummel, but we need to work on a few new techniques." Icy spoke, holding the Minibot closer to him.

"Great...just wonderful." Bee muttered, blushing a bit from how close Blitzwing was holding him, before being gently put down. Lowdown came over and crawled up onto Bumblebee, sitting on his shoulder now.

"I think you were so cool, Sire! You were so strong and so fast!" Lowdown grinned, hugging Bee's helm, his little servo covering the minibot's broken optic.

"Yep. Thanks Sparko..." Bee sighed, at least training was over with now.

Then, a server Bot entered the training grounds, approaching the 3 mechs.

"Greetings. I was fetched to retrieve Bumblebee. Please follow me." The server spoke, getting their attention. 

Bumblebee was a bit confused, but followed the mech out, Lowdown with him as usual. Did Megatron need something? Something wrong with his reports? He really hoped this didn't involve Lowdown somehow. 

The server Bot took Bumblebee down the elevator to the lower floors, heading towards the Holding Rooms. This is where Bots are brought to be interrogated, it's like the Stockades, but they are given berths and better rations. This was meant for those being questioned about their loyalty, their beliefs and cause, or if it was just to sweet-talk a mech or femme to spill what they know. The stockades are where former Autobots and real criminals are kept till shown they can behave, or if they are better off dead...

Bumblebee shivered, touching his scar and broken optic, before touching his broken horn. A reminder of what Starscream did, he still needs to get his hit back towards him too. Lowdown noticed and looked curious.

"Sire? How did you get that scar?" Lowdown asked, even though Bee didn't want to answer, let alone tell a dark truth to a sparkling, not even old enough to know the difference between his left and right servos.

"It was, uh...from an accident. That's all."

"What kind of accident?"

"Oh, just some roughhousing. You remember Starscream, right?"

"The really mean one who thinks he's some big, strong mech?" Ok, Bee could admit that it was funny to hear from Lowdown.

"Ha, yeah. He, uh... was playing a little too rough with me one day and did this on...accident." Bee didn't like saying it was, but he had to downplay it for Lowdown.

"Oh, I'm sorry..." Lowdown apologized, making the minibot almost stop in his tracks, looking confused.

"Wait, why are you sorry?"

"Cause it must have hurt. Even if Starscream didn't mean to, it still must have been bad. Even if I didn't do it, I still wanna say sorry." Lowdown said, showing sympathy for his sire, it was a little shocking to Bee, but he felt a warmth in his spark to see just how kind Lowdown was being.

"Oh, um... it's ok. It happened like, 5 years ago...wait, its about to be 5 years. To think I've been here that long..."

"What do you mean?" Bumblebee just shook his head, not wanting even to explain his whole story of being kidnapped. That's just trauma dumping onto the poor kid.

"Um, I'll tell you another day."

The server mech stopped at a cell door, putting in a code on the panel, allowing Bumblebee to walk inside. When he did, he was surprised, there was Black Arachnica sitting on her berth. Legs crossed, arms crossed, a sorta glare on her face to see the yellow and purple minibot. Bumblebee was confused, but the server bot began to explain though.

"Lord Megatron has given Black Arachnia permission to speak to you and see the sparkling in question. Take as much time as needed, but I will be posted outside for security too." The server informed, leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Bumblebee wasn't sure what to say. Black Arachnia huffed and eased up a bit.

"I'm surprised to see that you're even online. The last time I saw you was when I tried getting the Key from that organic child." Black Arachnia spoke first, not sounding too interested in a conversation she started. 

"Uh, y-yeah. I guess..." Bee muttered, soon realizing Lowdown wasn't on his shoulder anymore. He had an internal panic to see the sparkling now next to Arachnia.

"Hello! I'm Lowdown!" Lowdown grinned, Black Arachnia gave a small smirk.

"Nice to meet you, little one. Let me see something real quick..." Black Arachnia was about to touch Lowdown, but Bumblebee quickly scooped him up.

"Hold on! Last I recall, you're not exactly "good" with kids." The minibot held Lowdown protectively.

"Oh calm down, I can't hurt him, and if I did, Megatron would use my Antennas as Chopsticks. I need to see if he has a certain type of coding..." The Spider Femme proceeded to bite her own servo, deeply, to the point of drawing energon.

She stuck out her servo, Bumblebee wasn't sure what she was trying to do, but Lowdown seemed to know what she was doing for some reason automatically. Lowdown got out of Bee's grip, going up to Arachnia, using the end of his wire to get a small amount of the energon.

"Ew..." Bee muttered.

"Now, into the hole on your backplates..." Black Arachnia instructed.

Lowdown obeyed, a small circle plating opening, allowing Lowdown to stick in the wire covered in energon. At first, it seemed like nothing happened, but Lowdown began to shiver. The sparkling began to change, his frame glowing, his paint job turning purple and dark grey, his little paws becoming sharper, 6 small spikes poked out of his backplates, his cat ears sharper and lower. Afterward, he stood on all 4's, looking at his changes, and Lowdown began to giggle excitedly.

Bumblebee was dumbfounded. What the fuck just happened!? How did this little sparkling change forms like that!? Black Arachnia chuckled at the minibot's faceplates.

"I may not have constructed Lowdown, but he is made of similar components I have used. Therefore, he has organic abilities. Ask Shockwave about it later, tell him it involves CNA coding within the energon itself." Black Arachnia explained that the 2 adults watching the little mech giggle and run around, being able to shoot webs out of his own mouth. 

Lowdown looked like a little bug...

"O-Ok, hold on, Organic Abilities? Like you? I thought you wanted a cure?" Bee asked.

"I do, but I thought if I could make other forms into something like me, I should be able to take it away."

"So that was your plan? Use offline protoforms to see which could stand it before coming online, before stripping them of their coding? That sounds sick and painful..."

"Perhaps, but I'm sure it would've worked for my benefit." Black Arachnia showed no remorse for her actions.

Bee felt disgusted. The minibot could tell, along with what he had already been told. To force a bot that isn't even online yet to carry organic counterpoints and parts, only to have them stripped away. It would be a bit more understandable if the Bot was already a normal mech or femme like Arachnia, before getting infected with it.

But to be born with something and have it removed from you, cause someone else said you were just... a donor? Sick and twisted...

"Don't look at me like that. I would have found a cure eventually, if I weren't driven out." Black Arachnia hissed, not in the mood to be judged for her actions.

"Still, seems extreme."

"I'm a Decepticon. Everything Decepticons do is extreme. You should know that by now... or are you not one of them yet?" Black Arachnia pointed at the minibot's chassis.

Bee gently touched the torn, scratched, barely visible red Autobot sigil on his chassis. It was nearly gone, but even if it was gone, he wouldn't have a sigil on him. The minibot hadn't gotten a Decepticon sigil, he wondered why. He is now a Commander, shouldn't he have gotten one already?

"I...I passed Tier 5 last solar cycle, I just passed my first so-called test, and just earned the title of commander." Bee explained, Black Aracnhia understood what he meant.

"I see... they did the same to me. I went through the Tiers, and I also went through 'tests' to prove my loyalty. I earned myself Shockwave's place as a Scientist since he was undercover, which then allowed me to experiment on Blitzwing, and I think you get the rest." Black Arachnia explained, briefly sharing her similar story.

"Unlike you though, I didn't ask to be here." Bumblebee scoffed.

"But I had no choice. Nowhere to go, no home to go back to. At least the Cons saw me useful, while Autobots considered me expendable."

"You? Expendable? But you're so good and Elite Guard material?" Bumblebee saying that made Black Arachnia more curious.

"How much have you been told exactly?"

Before they could continue, Lowdown whined loudly, and they looked to see him turning back to his normal and original form. No longer a bug and playing in webs he made, and somehow he got on the highest shelf in the room? At least he was normal again.

"Hey! I wasn't done!" Lowdown whined, wanting to spit out more webs.

"How did you get up there, sparko?" Bee asked, reaching his servos up to catch Lowdown, who fell down into his hold.

"I climbed up! Buggy!" Lowdown laughed, Bee didn't even notice he had gotten up there.

"I recommend experimenting with that little newfound ability of his. See the pros and cons of it. If I'm correct, the CNA he took from me was a small amount, therefore, he only had a small amount of time to be in the form he was before changing back." The Spider Femme spoke up, explaining her logic like she was presenting a science fair project. Bumblebee just made a mental note to look into it during the later cycle.

"Right, but maybe later." Bumblebee put Lowdown back onto the floor to let him move around freely.

"How did you even get stuck with him?" Arachnia asked, the minibot, as she recalled, was far too immature to be looking after a child when he acts like one himself.

"The cycle we came to find you, I accidentally opened a pod thanks to Blitzwing and Lugnut screwing around. Lowdown popped out, saw me, and instantly declared me his Sire. After explaining everything to Megatron, the buckethelm slagger declared I be the one watching him for now on." Bumblebee explained, still annoyed with how that player out for him.

"As hilarious as that is, that is...abnormal for him to get attached."

"Shockwave said the same thing! I'm still waiting on him to look over the data to see why and how that happened."

Lowdown climbed up next to Arachnia, letting her pick him up. Lowdown giggled as she gently booped him, before putting him down to the side.

"He seems like a sweetheart, though." Black Arachnia said.

"He is...but I'm kinda in a bad spot and I'm not Sire material." The minibot muttered the last part.

"I say you should consider the thought of learning how to be one. New Kaon isn't for the weak. Many are still struggling to survive. If you can't watch him, who will?" The Spider Femme asked.

Now wasn't that the million-credit question. Yes, the minibot thought about what to do once they figured out what was wrong with Lowdown, even the thought of giving him to another family or to a Centre-run to grow up next to other sparklings. However, Black Arachnia is right. Bee knows not all Decepticons are bad and are struggling to make it here, but New Kaon is definitely not for the weak.

He looked at him. Lowdown was in his own little world, looking around the room to see what he could examine and look at. The minibot frowned a bit, Lowdown seemed way too nice and innocent for this harsh place. Hell, if Bee was on the verge of nearly folding, dying, or being punished almost each cycle, how would Lowdown manage?

Now learning he has organic abilities would make it harder, who knows what Con would get the worst ideas and try something against him. The thought alone made Bumblebee upset. Yes, he doesn't wanna be responsible for Lowdown, but there was really no other trusted adult he could take their word for. Sure, mechs like Blitzwing were good to be around, but full-time responsibility?

"Don't overthink it. Just a thought to consider, is all." Arachnia spoke up, snapping Bumblebee out of his thoughts.

"Anyways, other than Lowdown here, I also wanted to see if you were available. Strange enough... we now have something in common." She added on, Bee was a bit taken aback.

"In...common? Like..." Arachnia sighed a bit, but knew that Bee understood.

"Yes... both of us, forgotten by Autobots, believed to be offline. It happens a lot, but I never thought it would happen to you as well. Blitzwing always had such strange taste, but to go this far?"

"Yeah, I was surprised myself...and I was there." The 2 chuckled a bit, but it was still kinda sad.

"... You're not so bad, kid. I think you'll make a good Con." Black Arachnia quietly spoke.

"Thanks... but what if I fail?"

"I doubt you will..."

Suddenly, the door opened, a Guardsmech stepping inside.

"Commander Bumblebee. You are needed at the Training Grounds." The Guard spoke.

Lowdown climbed onto Bee, getting back on his shoulder as Bee nodded to the guard. The minibot waved goodbye to Black Arachnia, leaving the room as the door closed behind him.

Black Arachnia was alone. She sighed and lay back a bit, thinking to herself...

"...You really are a bastard, Optimus...that kid doesn't deserve to be here..." She muttered, feeling pity for the minibot.

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Over at the Training Grounds, Bumblebee was escorted to where Slipstream was, training a new group and going over the latest reports. Team Charr was present too, surprisingly, also needing Bee's latest battle tactics from his reports. The minibot never imagined they would come to him for assistance. 

Lowdown was sitting on boxes. Bee left him there so he could handle what needed to be done. Bumblebee wasn't too far away, able to see him from where he was. At least Lowdown knew to stay put and do as told, so Bumblebee wasn't too worried for him.

Once the group finished talking about battle tactics, training techniques, and new ideas, and went to their own thing afterwards, Bee was suddenly pulled into a tight hug!

"Hey! There he is! Commander Bumblebee himself!" Mayhem laughed, putting Bumblebee down, and grinned widely at him. Anarchy was also with him for some reason.

"M-Mayhem? Anarchy? What are y'all doing here?" The minibot vented a bit, shocked to see them.

"We were called to assist, too! Not only that, we are here to talk about the next weekly cycle with you! Cause we are a part of your team and you're leading!" Mayhem chuckled, Bumblebee was astonished.

"Wait! This is what Megatron meant?" 

"Yep! I cannot wait! Vixen, Virago, and Detritus will also be with us!" Mayhem added on, and Anarchy nodded silently in acknowledgment.

"I... can't believe it. That does sound fun, also scary." Bee wasn't sure how to react to being the leader of a group he was familiar with. Never thought he would reach this point. As an Autobot, very big, unrealistic dreams, but as a Decepticon?

"I'm sure you'll do fine! If anything, Anarchy may as well be the nervous one, he's eager to get back once we're done." Mayhem pointed out, Anarchy growled lowly, a sign for Mayhem to shut up now.

"Really? How come?" Anarchy vented and sighed silently, but decided to answer.

"My family needs my assistance for the next weekly cycle." The large brute spoke up/

"Your...family? Is that why you talked to me before we fought for Tier 5?" The minibot put 2 and 2 together, now understanding why, he must have looked stupid for not considering that.

"Yep! Anarchy here grew up on New Kaon, most of his family lives here, and is buried here. He values them a lot." Mayhem answered, which shows he was told about their talk by Anarchy at some point.

"I...didn't think about it. To be honest, thought it was more of a secret love affair kind of problem. Although I kinda been thinking about families a lot lately." Bee quietly spoke, getting a laugh out of Mayhem.

"Why? Wanting to start one? With Blitzwing, maybe?" Mayhem joked, getting him a smack to the face from Bumblebee.

"S-shut up..." 

Meanwhile, Lowdown was still sitting on the boxes, humming happily and playing with his wire tail. The only thing running through his little processor was playtime, refuel, and what he'll do before it's time to recharge. Lowdown looked up at some of the training groups, mechs, and femmes tasked to fight each other. The little mech cringed a bit to see one mech get a hard punch to the faceplates, deciding not to look anymore.

He looked over at his Sire, wondering how much longer he's gonna be talking. Lowdown didn't wanna sit here all cycle! He wished he had a datapad to play on. Lowdown looked at his little wire tail again, not seeing 2 large Cons approach him. Lowdown only looked up as their large frames blocked the sun, putting him under their shadows.

"Hello! I'm Lowdown!" The sparkling introduced himself with a smile.

"Lowdown? What kind of designation is that?" One of them mocked him, the 2 Cons smirking,.

"It means to transfer and download data. My sire gave it to me!" Lowdown grinned, but quickly frowned and lowered his helm as one began to try to pinch his cat ears.

"What are you? Organic?" The other spoke.

"H-hey, don't do that." Lowdown whined, trying to cover his audials with his small servos, but yelped a bit as his wire tail got roughly pulled.

"L-leave me alone! I'll tell my sire on you!" Lowdown warned, hissing as they kept mocking and bothering him.

"Oh no! You're gonna tell on us! Pfft! I'll just tell him to frag off and kick his aft." One chuckled darkly, now roughly pushing Lowdown back.

"L-Leave me alone! Don't talk about sire like that!" Lowdown hissed again, shaking, his frame sparking up a bit with visible jolts of electricity.

The 2 large Cons suddenly stopped, seeing that it's not normal. They just wanted to mess with the sparkling and make him cry a bit. Why was he sparking up like a time bomb?

"Yeesh, calm down, you crybaby." The other spoke, but Lowdown wasn't calming down.

Something was very wrong with Lowdown's frame now. Lowdown's voice box had gotten deeper and static-like, his whole frame glowed as he began to grow in size. The large Decepticons that had just picked on him panicked and ran away as Lowdown got even larger.

The boxes that Lowdown was just sitting on got crushed under a very enormous paw with sharp claws. A large beast on all 4's stood over the training grounds, fangs sharp, optics wild and bright, with a very large wire-like tail able to knock down the Cidetal alone, stood angrily with a predator expression, roaring lowdly. 

The Decepticons in training all panicked and began to flee. Team Charr and Slipstream hurried to retrieve assistance to take down whatever the hell this large mech animal was. A distress signal was also sent to Lord Megatron and his Lieutenants to get down here ASAP. 

Bee, Mayhem, and Anarchy saw the large beast and also started running, but Bumblebee realized...

"W-WAIT! LOWDOWN!" Bumblebee hurried back, trying to find the little sparkling, hoping he wasn't crushed by this large mechanical animal that appeared out of nowhere. Yet, he was unaware that this large beast WAS Lowdown.

The Enormous Cyberanimal began to stomp all over the training grounds, easily crushing the buildings and supplies. Bumblebee had no choice but to transform into his alt mode and bolt out of the way, trying not to get crushed by this thing. Where was Lowdown?! That was the only thing running through his processor, if anything happened to him, he would never forgive himself...

Lord Megatron responded quickly to the distress signal surprisingly, hurrying to the training grounds with Blitzwing, Lugnut, and Starscream. Team Charr, Slipstream, and a few Guardsmechs began to try to fight back. Shooting, blasting, and attacking the massive Cyberanimal. However, their attacks were useless, barely dodging out of the way as the Beast easily clawed at them, attempting to bite them too.

"PRIMUS ALMIGHTY! WHAT IS THAT THING!?" Starscream screeched, trying to shoot, but got smacked down by the large wire tail as he screamed in pain. He was sent flying to who knows where...

"I shall handle this!" Lugnut cried out, transforming and flying himself towards the massive beast, ready to use The Punch.

The beast turned its helm, intake wide open like it was ready to eat Lugnut. Blitzwing quickly transformed and tackled Lugnut out of the way mid-air before he got his aft chomped. Megatron also transformed back, landing nearby as the other 2 joined him.

"If this keeps up, all of our hard work will have gone to waste. We need to lead it away, or attempt neutralizing it." Megatron ordered, but how to do either is going to be far trickier.

"How would we do such things?" Icy questioned, glancing at the Cyberanimal, but then a thought crossed his processor. Oh slag!

"Wait, Bumblebee is down there! As well as Lowdown!" Blitzwing was about to hurry off to find them, but Megatron stopped him. Icy switched to Hothead.

"WHY ARE YOU-!"

"Do not yell at me, and it'll be far too much of a risk. Put your trust in that minibot, I am sure he is online-!" Megatron was cut off as another loud explosion was delivered to the large beast, it did nothing but anger it more....

Bumblebee was still looking around, trying not to get crushed in the process. He couldn't find Lowdown. Where is Lowdown!? He was scared, he was angry, where did this stupid mech animal even come from!? The minibot hurried in his vehicle mode to the highest part of the training grounds, about to do something stupid, but he had some words to say...

Team Charr, Slipstream, and many other Bots were struggling badly. They attacked relentlessly, nothing was working, many others nearby were evacuating too, not willing to risk their online frames against a fight they can't seem to win. The beast was now furious, his outer intake glowing, opening his large mouth as something bright glowed within.

"IS THAT A CANON!?" Strika shouted, unsure whether to face this thing helm on or retreat.

This large Cyberanimal was ready to fire on all of them, then with a canon that big, it could take out half, if not all of New Kaon with them. This was looking very grim for all of them. Right as the beast was about to fire...

"HEY!!!" Bumblebee shouted, panting, but furious and full of adrenaline. He was facing this beast head-on.

The giant Cybercat shut its large jaws, deactivating its beam, and now looked over at the minibot. Everyone watched with intensity. Blitzwing wanted to go and stop Bee from this stupid act, to get him to safety, but Megatron stopped him once more.

Megatron was the only one to think calmly through the chaos, noticing how Bee managed to get this thing's attention, how it stopped attacking, as if it was listening just a little bit. There was more to this, and it had something to do with that sparkling, he was certain of it...

"YOU ARE GOING TO STOP THIS! GIVE ME BACK LOWDOWN AND GO AWAY! OR WE'LL FUCK YOU UP!" Bumblebee shouted at the beast furiously.

This heavy and bulky beast hissed, almost like it was arguing back, but Bee stood his ground against this thing.

"GIVE! BACK! LOWDOWN!" Bumblebee screeched, venting and huffing as he glared deadly daggers at this large beast.

This colossal Cyberanimal growled lowly, staring back at the minibot, but for some reason, it listened. As it closed its eyes, it glowed, slowly shrinking back down midair. Every single mech and femme there was stunned as this once huge beast went away, transforming back into a small, tiny, sparkling.

All this damage.... CAUSED BY A SPARKLING!?

Even Megatron and his Lieutenants were shocked. Such power, from this tiny creation, they founded, almost like a perfect weapon. They needed Shockwave for this immediately for answers. Megatron transformed and flew over to where Bee was, the other 2 following, even though Blitzwing was speeding to get to Bee first. Yet, unaware, a certain seeker named Starscream emerged from behind where they were once standing, groaning and limping in pain, covered in so much gunk and dirt.

Bumblebee gasped and quickly jumped forward to catch Lowdown, falling down and groaning in pain as he took the hard fall while holding Lowdown close yet protectively. Bee vented hard, but managed to find the strength to sit up as the adrenaline faded away, looking at Lowdown with intense worry.

Lowdown was groaning and whimpering in pain, before all of a sudden began to tremble violently, choking out a cry of pain, his small servos clawing at his chassis, his optics blurry and unfocused. Something was wrong with his spark...

"BUMBLEBEE!" Blitzwing called out, nearly sliding on his knee joints as he lowered himself to where Bee sat.

"S-something is wrong, his spark-!"

"I have contacted Deadlock and Hook. Hurry back into the Citadel. I shall handle everything here." Megatron spoke from behind, telling Bee to hurry and tend to Lowdown.

They obviously needed to talk about this, but the sparkling was their main priority. Blitzwing picked the 2 up and flew off as fast as he could go, taking the minibot and sparkling back to the Citadel to be tended to, mostly Lowdown, of course. 

Megatron watched them leave, knowing his workload for today and the next few weeks just increased to repair the damage done, but learning what Lowdown is capable of may have been worth it. Lugnut hurried to check on Strika, and Starscream eventually caught up...

"Where in all of Unicron did that mech animal go?" Starscream grumbled, only to get punched by Megatron.

He is a universal punching bag.

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"Aaaaand, he should be stable now." Deadlock spoke, stepping away from the medical berth where Lowdown was currently recharging. 

Hook was looking over the datapad reports, Shockwave on an emergency teletram call, while Blitzwing stayed beside Bumblebee to comfort him, but it wasn't doing much unfortunately.

Once they had reached the Citadel, Hook and Deadlock were already waiting for them. The moment they saw Lowdown shaking in pain, even to the point of throwing up a little from how bad his spark hurt, they got to work immediately to stabilize him. Bumblebee wasn't allowed in the room, despite his loud and angered protests, but Blitzwing held him back.

Deadlock and Hook needed room for this, using what they can and what they know to keep the sparkling alive. Blitzwing tried to keep Bumblebee calm and comfort him, but it wasn't working. Bee couldn't rest, he was too frightened and worried for Lowdown, too many thoughts running through his processor with questions.

How did this happen? Why Lowdown? Is this another organic ability? Would Lowdown be ok? What will happen if Lowdown falls offline? Primus, he was on the verge of a breakdown...

Blitzwing did all he could, but in the end, all he could do was hold Bumblebee close to him. No amount of comfort or promises would ease the minibot, so the Triple Changer decided to hold him as they waited...

It took a whole Megacycle before they were allowed inside. Deadlock and Hook also got Shockwave on a call for assistance. His intelligence was much needed for aid and to figure out what was wrong. Lowdown was put into stasis to let him rest and help keep his spark steady, allowing the adults to talk about the events that happened. Bumblebee also managed to find the words to tell Shockwave about what Black Arachnia told him earlier that day, which caught Shockwave's attention more, almost as if it answered a few more questions for him.

"Based on what we gathered, Lowdown has 2 Organic abilities. He is fully a Cybertronian, but his systems contain several traces of modification anomalies." Shockwave spoke to Bumblebee, Hook handing the minibot the datapad he was examining.

"Is this..." Bee muttered off, looking at a diagram of Lowdown's whole frame, but there were indeed traces of some strange teal substance flowing through him.

"Yes. Lowdown's frame. If my knowledge proves correct, we have our answers. Starting with that Haywire of a beast you all dealt with earlier-!"

"*Switch* Hey! That should be its name! Haywire!" Random spoke up, but bad timing as he quickly went back to Icy, quickly apologizing.

"As I was saying...and I suppose we can call it that. Ahem, Haywire is the result of Lowdown's strong negative emotions. Lowdown should have easier control over it if taught, but Haywire is clearly a strong trigger. The high amount of modification anomalies is a part of that, allowing him to transform if he wishes. However, as you can see, the only downside would be his spark due to the size difference." Shockwave explained, Bumblebee couldn't believe what he was hearing right now.

"And if I may add, going by this type of intel, Lowdown was clearly constructed to be more than just some silly sparkling. Whoever did this wanted a weapon, not another mech for their team." Hook spoke up, cleaning up his tools and packing up his supplies.

"A weapon?" Bee questioned quietly. Deadlock spoke up to explain the next part.

"That leads to the next part. The imprint was indeed the first sign that something was not right. Whoever did it made it to ensure Lowdown would obey them only, to follow their lead only. This kid would have no sort of freedom. We went ahead and removed the coding from him, that way he isn't too attached to you anymore, but he might wanna see you only once he wakes up." Deadlock explained and added on.

This was horrifying to hear. Who would make a sparkling an ideal weapon? To force them to obey and deny them the right of being their own Bot?

"As for the CNA, that is also a key factor. Since Black Arachnia showed you what it can do, this proves more into the answer of him being a weapon. Any CNA Lowdown takes and is made to become Haywire, would also change Haywire's alt, not just Lowdown's. If he had taken from your CNA earlier, before becoming Haywire, it would have been an electrifying battle. No one would be safe." Shockwave continued on.

"Why does it take CNA though?" Bumblebee questioned, now taking a seat next to the berth to stay by Lowdown.

"Our CNA contains a special type of coding codex. It contains everything about the mech. Lowdown's frame is able to take in the information and transform into an almost copy of that mech, paint job, abilities, and even vehicle mode. However, we still need time to look into the Encrypted parts, he still can't access the information. Yet, based on intel alone, there is a chance we may never get an answer for it." Shockwave answered, soon looking startled as a voice called out from another room.

"I must go now-!" Shockwave transformed back in time to Longarm as the figure walked in, cutting the call quickly. 

Bee caught a quick glance, was that Blurr? Zippy guy? Weird, but he didn't care right now...

"We'll be going. Call us if you need anything." Hook walked out with a sigh, leaving as Deadlock followed him.

Blitzwing took a deep breath, went up to Bee, and looked at Lowdown. Bumblebee was giving a deep, regretful look to Lowdown, feeling all the blame on himself for not watching him...

"It isn't your fault. We wouldn't have known." Blitzwing whispered, hugging Bee from behind.

"I should have been watching him, Blitz. I left him alone." Bee whispered back, letting himself ease a bit and lean against Blitzwing.

"He is going to be ok. He is online and still with you. Do not blame yourself for something out of your control, even if he was under your watch, you wouldn't have known." Blitzwing gently kissed Bee's broken horn.

"I can't help it... He's just a sparkling Blitz... Kaon isn't a place for Lowdown, they'll see him as weak and do horrible things to him."

"It's why he is under your care. I know you didn't want to be a sire for him, let alone a caregiver, but perhaps this is a sign."

"Well, it's not a very good one."

"Yes, but he needs you. Only you can care for him. You and I both know the pain this city comes with. Never let him go."

Blitzwing's words made Bumblebee feel comfort at last, and also the answer to the decision he needed to make. The Triple Changer was right, Lowdown would not make it with anybot else here, only Bee could be the one to care for him. It was kinda ironic, Bee thought Blitzwing was all he had, now he has a sparkling to care for endlessly. Because Bumblebee is all Lowdown has.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Megatron walked inside. Blitzwing stood up and bowed out of respect. Bee slowly did the same in an almost sluggish manner, before quickly sitting down to stay by Lowdown.

"Blitzwing, go find Lugnut to talk about the upcoming work." In other words, Megatron wanted to speak with Bumblebee alone.

The Lieutenant was hesitant, but obeyed all the same as he left the room. Silence stretched between them, the Warlord slowly stepping forward to examine Lowdown as well.

"He is stable?"

"... yes."

"Good. I shall review and look over the reports later. If you need any advice, I recommend speaking to some of the server bots here..." Bee let out a weak laugh to that.

"I didn't think you cared for sparklings..." 

"I may be a vindictive Tyrant, but I am no monster." Megatron clarified himself.

After all, he was the villain, not the monster. Megatron knows all Sparklings are innocent. It is not their fault for what their rulers and ancestors have done before them. Megatron only intended to punish and break the ones truly in the wrong. Yes, he kills those who stand in his way, but he wouldn't hurt a child who didn't know better. Well, perhaps he will use discipline, but that's it.

".... can I care for him permanently? I will watch him and be responsible for all his actions. If he does something wrong, punish me for it." Bumblebee asked and promised, hoping Megatron wouldn't laugh at such a ridiculous ask.

He was surprised to feel a large servo on his shoulder, looking up to see the Warlord staring down at Lowdown still.

"You are his sire. No need to ask. However, this may hold you back from particular tasks and tests. You are required to take them, but the sparkling will be your first priority always." Bee slowly nodded, shocked at Megatron's words.

"I... understand. After today, I know only I can care for him... I'll make sure nothing else happens to him."

"I am certain he will be fine. I shall allow you 3 days of rest to make sure Lowdown recovers well. We'll discuss everything else afterwards." Megatron began to turn around, leaving Bee alone with Lowdown as he left the room.

The minibot sighed, amazed by how smooth that small talk went. Before he could think about it more, he heard a yawn and whine, looking down to see Lowdown waking up.

"L-Lowdown..." Bee carefully cupped Lowdown's face with his servo, helping him look up at him.

"S-sire? What happened? Did I fall asleep?" Lowdown yawned.

"You don't remember what happened?"

"No... I only remember being really, really mad." Bee listened carefully to Lowdown.

"Why were you mad, sparko?"

"Because some mean big bots were picking on me. I hissed and told them to l-leave me alone, but they wouldn't. Then they started saying mean things about you, a-and I got really mad..." Lowdown explained, tired and rubbing his small optics.

All of this, with Haywire and the chaos, because Lowdown got mad at mechs picking on him and talking slag about Bee? That's why?

"O-oh, sparko, I don't care what they say about me-!"

"But I do, you are my sire. I won't let anyone be mean to you." Lowdown cut Bee off, purring as he snuggled closer in his Sire's servos.

Bumblebee teared up, shaking a bit, but hugged Lowdown as gently as he could. It was humorous in a way, to think that Lowdown was defending him and getting mad for him, even at his own expense. Lowdown shouldn't even have to do that, but Bumblebee couldn't help but tear up from it. He vowed that he would protect Lowdown at all costs.

He is his sire, he will care for him, love him, aid him, and be the best Sire he could. Bumblebee had no idea how he was gonna pull it off, especially since he was still in a crap situation, but he knew he would figure it out.

"I'll protect you no matter what, Lowdown. I promise I'll be the best Sire for you." Bee whispered, Lowdown tiredly smiled, and hugged back.

"I'm glad you're my Sire." Lowdown purred happily, his little wire tail swaying.

"Man, you're just an innocent goofball."

"What does that mean?"

"What does what mean?"

"Innocent. What does that mean?" Lowdown's question made Bee nearly ugly sob. Oh, Primus, help him now.

"...just something you are, sparko." Bee hugged Lowdown a bit tighter. He was never gonna let him go...

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Sounds of running, painful gears, and wires spilling out from a mech's chassis as he ran for his life. All he did was pick up a distress signal. Now, he and his team were being hunted down. He screamed as he was tackled, shouting in pain as the femme-like contortionist wrapped herself around his frame tightly without issue. She grinned widely, ready for a nice meal...

"N-NO PLEASE-!" The mech's pleas were drowned out by cries of pain as the femme dug and clawed hard into his chassis, ripping off the armor and casing off to his spark. 

She drooled at the sight of the bright blue orb and dug her sharp denta into it, consuming the bright spark, energon, wires, and oil around it like it was her final meal. The mech went offline as his beating spark was consumed, the femme eating him alive as he died.

"Riptide. Please, control yourself. You're making a mess of our spare parts." Convert spoke, approaching with Prometheus.

"Sorry! Too much of a good meal!" Riptide laughed, licking her lips as she unwrapped her body from the offline frame.

"We understand Riptide. Good job." Prometheus praised and gently ran a digit down her energon-covered chin, making Riptide giggle and blush.

"Bunker is handling the heavy load still, so we should drag him back and gather the rest of the bodies." Prometheus spoke, pulling out a Sickle he had handmade himself, stabbing it into the offline mech to drag it back with him.

"I still don't get why Sunder only wants the optics and processors for himself. We can make use of them." Convert questioned, but was waved off by Prometheus.

"He is studying his new profound abilities. We all know we are capable of, but he is capable of something far beyond our own comprehensive skill works. Once he can handle the dead, he can take on the living." Prometheus explained, smirking as they began to head back to their handmade base.

"Till then, more fun! More bloody energon!" Riptide laughed, cartwheeled so fast back to base she moved like a saw blade.

Meanwhile, Bunker finished his tasks with carrying the heavy stuff, all while Sunder collected each dead mech's and femme's optics like little trophies. He was close, so close to finishing his newfound research, needing to explore their offline processors more with what data remains. 

Then once he does, they can move on to the next part of their little plan, perhaps even get their weapon back from those Decepticons.

"Ohoho, I can't wait..." Sunder giggled, nearly crushing a freshly clawed out optic as he continued his work....

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Lowdown Art Ref(its old and its mine)

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