Feb. 27th, 2008 @ 05:09 pm
Bee winces as she sees what just happened, then walks over, watching as the big black femme leaves.
"You okay, buddy?" She turns back and looks up at Sellout with concern, Honey going :o over her shoulder from where she's riding on her back.
"Uh, I... I think so," Sellout says, giving the departing Decepticon one last horrified look. Then he looks down, and his expression gets really
interesting. So many twitches!
"Bumblebee?" he asks, settling on looking confused. "Aren't you in repairs? And... who's your friend?"
Ah, now he looks extremely worried. He thinks he's got enough trouble with the first two refugees.
"Huh?" She blinks, but then understands. "Ohhh. Different 'Bee from a different reality, dude. And this is my daughter, Honey."
Different 'Bee is wearing bling on her thigh, a yellow ribbon magnet on her shoulder, and bumper stickers on her aft. And Honey's got a tiny set of flame decals on her helm.
Sellout hesitates. "Oh. Right. Sorry. It's nice to meet both of you." He smiles at Honey, slightly surprised at how small she is - but then this Bumblebee isn't nervous, or snapping to attention and calling him 'sir', either. It's kind of nice, unless you realise that if there's more than one Bumblebee...
...There may be more than one Ironhide. Sellout twitches his wings and would swallow, if he had anything to do it with.
She grins, but then tilts her head and offers reassurance for what she thinks is bothering him. "Blackout can't do anything worse than what she did, around here. And she usually doesn't even try if she's got Scorponok with her."
Honey beeps and giggles at him, hiding her face against her mother and shaking her head.
And then here comes Rap, leaning against his mom as he too looks up at the new guy.
Sellout boggles, for he knows that name. "Blackout?
Ah, his mind is broken. Please hold.
And after a few seconds of spluttering he calms down and nods in embarrassment at Rap. "Hello. And that's... that's good to know"
"Hi." The cobalt sparkling grins, twitching his horns.
"Uh... yeah." Bee tilts her head again, not totally sure what's caused this reaction.
I was just- by...
"As in... Megatron's favourite weapon of mass destruction?" He's stunned. What
is it with me and big black Decepticons?
Whatever it is, it's nothing to preen about.
"Uh." She turns her head to make sure that the femme in question is still departing. "Yeah, she used to be. Megs is pretty gone in most realities like mine, though."
"Oh. So... in your world, the Autobots won?"
She turns back and gives him a funny look. "Megatron and Starscream are dead, and Frenzy's too busy being crazy to really try taking over the world."
"Ah." He nods. "But most of the others are alive? That's... not so bad." That smile is slightly hopeful-looking.
Headshake. "As far as we know Frenzy and Scorponok are it, for my reality. Everyone else that came to Earth with Starscream... is gone." She looks at her sparklings.
Sellout pauses. He didn't even know these people, and they'd certainly have killed him without a thought. "And on... our side?"
"Prime's team, Elita and one of her team, an Earthsparked femme and another femme, Ironhide's grandson, and a bunch of sparklings."
He nods, thinking it over. "A few of you, then. That's good." Not many... but it doesn't sound like they'll be lonely, or struggling.
"There might still be more," says Bee. "It hasn't even been a year yet."
Then she frowns. "I didn't catch your question."
"Bbbb!" Honey laughs again, getting a curious look from her big/little brother.
Sellout thinks he knows what she's talking about, but decides not to mention it. Instead he focuses on the question. "I was asking how to decide between probable death for two people and slightly less probable death for an entire crew."
It's much harder to say with a Bumblebee looking him in the face.
Bee goes 0_0. So does Rap.
"Wow... that's a tough one. Um... what's the story with it?"
Hah. As if he dares explain fully.
"It's... complicated," he says quietly. "Long story short, I have two refugees. One of them will kill the other and probably himself if I let them go, but if they stay all of my people are in danger." He rubs his head. "I'm trying to make him see sense, but... he doesn't like me and I'm no counsellor."
If he was- well, probably this whole mess would never have begun, all those vorns ago.
She decides to start at the beginning. "Refugees how?"
Ohh dear. She wants details. Sellout thinks fast.
"They're from here. I'm told they can't return to their own universe, although that still leaves them plenty of options." No need to mention what Uzulee said about that. "They're also pretty traumatised, but none of us have any value as psychiatrists. If anything, we'll make them worse."
It's his honest opinion, at least.
"Traumatized? From the war? Are they... no, civilians probably wouldn't go murder suicide...." She frowns.
"Soldiers," he says, looking down. "Things went... very badly for them in their world."
She frowns. "Part of Prime's squad?"