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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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[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.

[It sounded so casual...It was actually kind of nice to hear.]

I wouldn't mind that. Getting to know where I'll be staying would be nice.

[He stands up, holding a hand out for him.]

Don't keep me waiting, Autobot.

I figured it would be a good place to start. It's not like you know anything about Earth as is.

[ a wink. totally joking, even if it's true. but then Bumblebee stares at the offered hand.

why couldn't this have been a thing when they were alive. or well. when he had been alive.

anyway. taking the hand. ]

Can't even have the crippled excuse now, huh?

You'd be right. I'm...barely making it by as it is.

[The wink gets a small, albeit visible smirk out of him, his blue eyes glinting. When he notices Bee taking his hand, he more than happily helps him up.]

Even then, you kept up pretty well.

[And then, something gurgles from Metalhawk's stomach. Cue him looking CONFUSED AS ALL HELL. And looking at Bumblebee for some kind of answer.]

You might need to take some time to watch TV.

[ but before he can answer the next part? that gurgle noise has him snickering. the look on Metalhawk's face is pretty funny too. poor guy doesn't know what he's in for.

just going to give a tug to follow before letting go. ]

Calm down. You're just hungry.

TV's a good source of information on how to be human? Well-

[He's about to respond, but Bumblebee's snickering catches him off guard. This is...normal?]

Oh. I see.

[So that's a sign when he has to refuel. Odd but...he'll take it.]

What exactly do humans eat?

Not an accurate source since so many things are fictional. The nuances, the little things, you can pick up are helpful. Even in some of these fictional shows, some of the day to day activities are real enough.

[ it's the saboteur coming out in him really. the one good thing that he's really good at.

anyway. time to head towards a cafe. ]

Oh you'll see.

I'm pretty sure anything is better than what I'm doing...

{He can only imagine how he looks to an experienced human-life human. But as Bumblebee walks, Metalhawk follows, as rigid as ever.]]

Better than what we're doing. We're in this one together, Metalhawk.

[ slow grin... ]

Unless you want to ask Starscream for aid.

[Man, that was like a record. Metalhawk immediately straightens up, his eyes narrowing to slits as his whole body goes rigid. Like it's an involuntary reaction.]

I'll pass, if it's all the same to you.

[But his tone turns gentler, remembering the first part.]

It's nice. Having that kind of stability.

Yeah, it is. Too bad it's not a thing that really happens all that often for us.

[ the whole sticking together thing. it seems to only happen when the planet is in danger or there's a bigger bad. then everything is more or less up in the air.

the only person that really had supported him back on Cybertron had been Wheeljack. now he's gone. ]

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