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[You know what Metalhawk really doesn't want to deal with right now? A lot of things. His bucket list for the day started off with 'recovering from death' (that's a story in itself) and ended in 'alive but somehow within a human body'. Or at least...he thinks it's human. He's ever really seen one up close until now. His mind's practically racing as he flexes his fingers, seeing if they're actually functional as he tries to think of how this could have happened. The last thing he remembers is being on Cybertron--Starscream firing that gun at him. Feeling the surge hit his spark.

And then...somehow coming back; Shockwave commanding him like some sort of puppet. The whole thing made him cringe, hand flexing into a fist angrily. Partially at himself for even thinking of trusting Starscream, and partially at those who took advantage of his body post-mortem. But he was alive, and if anything, this was a second chance--to do things right. Unfortunnately, the briefing he recieved upon awakening didn't sound too appealing. Something about being a 'hero' and siding with the military?

Well THAT certainly wasn't happening.

Getting to his feet (which was a task in itself--you'd be surprised how different mechanical legs and organic legs are), he pulls what looks to be a communications device towards him, turning it over in his palm curiously.

It seemed to be for communication...now he just had to try it out. And the image of him trying to figure this out is like watching a monkey pilot a spaceship. Slightly effective, but not overall efficient. After some trial and error, he manages to get what looks like a video feed up. On the other side, you may notice a rather lanky looking woman, short blonde hair styled up. 'Her' attire consists of a military style outfit: yellow, blue and red in colour. And sharp, piercing hawk-like eyes, blue in colour as they squint into the feed.

That's...'on', right? Well, might as well test it out by formal introduction.]

So from what I can gather, I was imprinted with a symbol against my will, aligning me to a purpose I have no recollection of ever being proposed to. Tell me, is everything this cut and dry when it comes to species, or have I just been unlucky in the last 4 million years? I also seem to be displaced from my own body, and I can't even imagine the explanation required for that one. I'm tempted to skip out on that all together.

[Well...that's KIND of formal. Isn't he a charmer? Don't take it personally--he's just come back from death. You'd be a little cranky too.]

My name is Metalhawk, and if anyone out there is listening, I'd like to speak to whoever's in charge of this. So I can opt out properly. If anyone could please show me the exit, that would be the best for everyone. I don't fight unless there are no other options. I'm sure you can find plenty of other trigger-happy substitutes.

[His curt tone suddenly switches, realizing he's not exactly being very personable.]

Thank you for your time.

[No, thank YOU, sunshine. But that brow furrows as he...seems to have trouble with the device.]

Now how do I turn this thing off...

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Right.

[ they can move on from this topic at any time now. ]

So. Meeting up... When do you want that to happen?

If you'd like to now, I'd appreciate it. I'm on my way to the communal building.

[Business business business.]

Oh I suppose I can get off of the couch for a few hours.

...You haven't been being lazy, have you, Bumblebee?

[YOU BETTER BE CONTRIBUTING TO SOMETHING.]

Just because there's no crisis here doesn't mean you can just lie around all day--

[Please shut him up.]

[ not shutting him up. but hanging up on him sure is the thing that he's doing.

and then maybe meandering his way towards finding the stupid bird. ]

[He's actually not going to shut up. In fact, he's going to be continuing this conversation even if you aren't listening to him or even have the device on.

So...when you find him...he'll still be talking into that communicator. As if Bee never left.]

Maybe this is just an Autobot trait to slack off when people may need us most, especially back home--

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[ of course Metalhawk would be. the guy could whine and moan about issues until the cows came home and then go out the next morning. probably doesn't even notice that Bee is drawing closer and closer.

which means he needs to take advantage of this. just let him sneak around to behind Metalhawk... throw his hands over the other's eyes and say: ]

Guess who.

[It isn't until Bee's hands go around his eyes that he stops talking, instead almost jumping out of his seat in surprise. But the voice is recognizable from over the feed, soon bringing the bird back down to reality.]

Bumblebee!!

[Correct! You win first prize!]

[ not quite removing his hands just yet. ]

And just what would you do if it wasn't?

[Good question, because given him, he would have to make a very, very tough decision.]

I would have to see just how sturdy this human body is.

[ Bee snorts and moves his hands. circles around to the front of Metalhawk. so yes. this is what the little yellow Autobot looks like at the moment. ]

That might be a little extreme, don't you think?

[When Bee circles around, he can't help but smile. Seeing him in a strange world, not to mention a strange body is a little comforting now that it's the two of them.]

You would know extreme measures. You're friends with Prowl.

[ there goes a hand to his chest. mock pain. ]

Ouch. Just because I'm friends with him and I've worked with him for, like, ever doesn't mean I've agreed to everything he's done.

[ pause. ]

I might have yanked him around by the neck too.

I didn't say you did them. Just you're rather jaded to things like that.

[Brb pushing your hand away from that chest now, an amused sort of smirk spreading across his lips.]

So this is my second chance at life, I guess.

Kind of hard not to be.

[ because of Prowl. because of everything else that's happened too. and maybe. JUST MAYBE Bumblebee goes to take a seat by Metalhawk. staring at the ground. ]

...Uh. Mine - [ sighs and rubs the back of his neck. ] Mine too.

[Metalhawk moves over slightly, to give Bumblebee more room to make himself comfortable. About to comfort him for the previous statement.

But--]

What do you mean, "Mine too."

[His words are heavy. Dead serious.

Then again, when isn't he.]

[ and Bee? well Bumblebee stays silent. it should be obvious what he means by that. he died. the minibot is alive here, but not back home. where it really matters. ]

I just hope everyone else is fine and safe.

...

[He doesn't say anything else, just turns his head away. He may not have always agreed with the Autobot, but the last thing he wanted was for Bumblebee to die. Out of everyone, especially now, Bumblebee was the one he felt he could trust most.

And now that was gone.

He had so much he wanted to say to him, after he came back to life. The talk they originally planned to have...He can't even say anything right now. Words just escape him.

But he does inch a hand out, placing it over the other bot's in sympathy.]

[ see. that's the sort of thing he had wanted to avoid. the sympathy. it's not that he doesn't appreciate the fact that Metalhawk clearly hadn't wished ill of him... he does. people don't need to mourn him.

Bumblebee pats the hand. gives it a squeeze. just to let Metalhawk know he understands. ]

On the brighter side of things... I stopped Megatron from killing a fallen enemy?

[Well no offense Bee, but you're DEAD. Whether you like it or not, you were well liked among the people. Even Starscream couldn't say a bad word about you. But it's reassuring to have that squeeze.

Enough for him to let go, nodding.

No sense dwelling on it if Bumblebee wasn't.]

...Hm.

[It sounds amused, the edges of his lips curling up.]

You stopped Megatron from doing something? Call me curious on the details.

[ yes, please let go of his hand. that sort of comfort feels... odd. different.

onto happier tales. well maybe not happy, but well. hope. ]

Infiltration, really. We needed to stop Soundwave so we had Skywarp get us in as best as he could. Megatron and I were heading towards Soundwave when Galvatron attacked.

...

[That makes him think a moment.]

I was taken the moment Skywarp transported me out of Shockwave's control. I had just broken his hold on me.

...I attacked you.

[Something else he feels guilty about.]

But that's probably a talk for another time.

[ good thing Bumblebee hadn't taken that personally. he just gives Metalhawk a pat on the shoulder. ]

Don't worry about that. You weren't yourself.

[Bee's forgiveness is appreciated, shown in the smile that edges along his face. It's small, but it's there.]

So...what do we do now?

What do we do... Well anything you want, really. Grab a bite to eat. Take a tour around town.

[ a little grin. ]

Probably should break in that new body of yours.

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