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[Bumblebee stares up at him for a moment, a shudder running up his strut.] Eugh. Just thinking about it makes me wanna purge.

[He tries to think if he knows anyone who looks like that back home. Just one.] The only bot I know who looks like that on my Cybertron is Shockwave. And he's not really somebody you wanna be around for too long. Why would anyone do that?

Yeah... apparently if Megatron hadn't started the war, the senate would've gotten even worse until Cybertron became a living hell. This was when they already had disposables and empurata in the mix.

[riptide shakes his head.]

I'm glad yours isn't like that. When you said you were so young I thought you might've been an MTO or pre-war. It's nice to know one of us hasn't been through all that.

[What Riptide says just seems to raise more questions in Bee's mind--something that he figures that his own Optimus, being the War Nerd that he was, would be able to answer. He wasn't even sure if things like this happened on his Cybertron... It seemed so peaceful mostly. Then again, there's a reason the Elite Guard is still hiring.

Bumblebee decides that sitting in the snow isn't as nice as it had been, leaning against one of Riptide's large legs instead, frowning up at him.]

I feel dumb for not knowing any of this stuff. I feel like I should know this stuff. [He pulls a face (because since when did he really care about learning), rubbing the back of his helm.] I don't even know what MTO means. Or disposables. Like... no offense but your version of Cybertron sounds awful.

Don't. It's not your Cybertron.

[riptide can see that bee isn't comfortable and picks him up to place him on the crook of his knee. he figures if he's sitting cross legged it would be a comfier position while not an outright overbearing one.]

Disposables are mechs that were just discarded once they ran out of energon. They were so low on the chain that the senate didn't even consider them worthy of being refuelled. [he doesn't mention rewind is one. doesn't think it's his place.] And... MTOs were rolled out when the war started. They were created to be deployed onto the battlefield a couple hours later. Canon fodder, basically. That's what I am.

[he grins, though bitterly.]

I won't deny that.

[Bumblebee makes a small noise at being picked up but he's not really got the energy to complain right now. He's exhausted and running low on fuel and hasn't had a stasis since the day before everything happened. He'd been in his room to do that in the first place. Once Riptide puts him down, Bee huffs and settles on Riptide's knee, looking only a little annoyed at being carried around. But that's soon wiped off his face when Riptide explains.]

I... what? I mean, I know the war was brutal, but... Frag. [He seems incredibly unsettled by finding this out, pulling his arms in to cross them over his chest to stop the feeling of his spark thrumming in his chassis.] I thought Autobots were the good guys?

Good and bad get kind of blurry when each side is essentially trying to murder the hell out of the other side. I guess Autobots are the good guys because we tried to minimise casualties and didn't try to Cyberform other planets.

[he shakes his head.]

There's no point going into detail; the war's over now. Whirl as an empurata victim and Tarn are the only ones you need to know about.

[and pharma, but riptide doesn't register that just yet.]

[He still looks unsettled, squirming a little in his seat on Riptide's knee. He'd known that the war was bad, but was it this bad in his own universe? Probably. War isn't exactly ever a good thing. He doesn't really want to think about the things Ratchet probably did as a field medic, or even Omega-Supreme. The damage he'd caused whe fighting against the Decepticons was pretty devestating. Picturing that on a larger scale... with bots from every side all mixed together? It makes him feel queasy again.

Autobots were supposed to protect life. That's what Prowl and Prime went on about. Maybe that's why Ratchet was so jaded. He'd seen too many awful things. Suddenly, Bumblebee has a newfound appreciation for the medic.

Bumblebee nods, not quite meeting Riptide's optics. He's got a lot to think about, a lot of questions that don't really have answers. A lot of those questions being ones he has to ask himself. It takes him a moment before he says anything.]

--How am I supposed to avoid Whirl if my room doesn't have a wall anymore?

Well, I'd say stay with me but Sideswipe is my roomie and I get the feeling you two would bust down our other wall...

[he shrugs, careful not to move his knee too much.]

Ask Rodimus or Ratchet if you can stay with them until it's fixed, I guess. Actually, speaking of Ratchet... did you see him? You don't look like you did.

[Bumblebee pulls a face at the idea of rooming with Sideswipe and just shrugs.] I'll figure something else out. I doubt Sideswipe wants the wrong Bee in his face all the time.

[At Riptide's next question, Bee looks at the parts of his paint job that are scuffed and scratched.]

I don't need to see him, I'm fine.

I want you to take a good long look at where you're sitting and consider how well you'd be able to get away. He will want to see you.

[riptide isn't exactly best friends with ratchet, but he knows the medic well enough.]

I can take you back now, or you can have him hunting you down. Your call.

[LOOK AT THIS FACE, RIPTIDE.]

Do I have to? He's just gonna shout at me.

I can come with you if you want.

[he shrugs.]

And he'd shout at you more if he had to come hunt you down.

Yeah...

[Bumblebee huffs, trying to cheer himself up a little. Come on ego, come back.] I'm okay, though. I didn't get shot too bad, I'm way too fast for a 'bot like Whirl to catch me.

[riptide snorts a little.]

Oh, yeah. You haven't seen Whirl really try to catch someone. I wasn't kidding about that Ultra Magnus thing.

Edited 2016-06-13 21:56 (UTC)

[Why are you trying to kill the mood, Riptide.]

I don't wanna see it.

You might if we're especially unlucky.

[riptide shakes his head, then decides it's time to go home. he stands up, at the same time gently grabbing bee by the scruff of his robot neck.]

Time for your check up, mate.

Hey! [He yelps as he's grabbed, squirming in the much larger mech's grip, legs flailing around and servos going up to where Riptide's fingers are up by his scruff.]

Put me down!

Nope.

[bee's hands do Nothing. riptide stands up to his full height, cocking his head at bee.]

This is happening.

[Bumblebee continues to squirm.]

Why is this happening?!

I told you why!

I can walk, Boat-bot!

[He's stopped squirming as much though, looking down at how far it is to fall.]

Oh, I know. But I'm pretty sure you'll just run away and I'm not really in the mood to chase after you.

[how does it feel, bee. that's what riptide sees every day.]

[He tucks his legs up a little because wow that's really far down. And he's not sure he likes being just dangled like this.]

--This is really high up!

Wow. I'm not even holding you up to me eye level.

[riptide wonders what it would be like to be small while he shifts bee into the crook of his arm, so he's not hanging so awkwardly.]

There. Quit wriggling.

[Bee shuffles right against Riptide's arm, holding onto any pieces he can get his hands onto to keep him secured. He's staring at the floor still, watching Riptide's feet as they walk back toward the ship.]

Uh, newsflash! You're slagging huge! And it's really far down!

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