|Rollbar's leaning against the sign and looking pretty discontented.…|
Oct. 23rd, 2007 @ 01:03 pm
Oh slag. Freaking Nexus.
Bee shakes her head and growls. "Yeah."
Well, there's a Bumblebee who sounds about as cranky as he feels. Rollbar eyes her. "Mind elaboratin', there?"
Hey, if it gets Bumblebees mad, it might be worth knowing about.
"Getting the Allspark back and fixing Cybertron. Settling down on a new world and starting over." She shakes her head and gently pulls Honey off her back, holding the mint green sparkling close.
Rollbar blinks at the little robot. Small guys? Not unheard of. Small guys who let themselves get held like that? Suggests there's something different there.
"Well that sounds
pretty simple," he admits. "I wouldn't expect it t'be easy, but..." He shrugs. "Where'd it get complicated?"
"The Allspark's slagged. And somebody just blew my best friend to scrap." She shutters her optics and bows her head over Honey, who's clinging and looking around like she's thinking the world's going to bite her in the aft.
Having only a vague idea what the Allspark is (and not the right one) Rollbar just shrugs at the first bit, still staring at Honey. The second part...
"Seems to happen a lot around here," he notes. And never to the Autobots he knows, which is kind of irritating. But he won't say that because, well, really. You don't admit that your enemies have the lowest fatality rate around. "Who did it?"
"No idea." She says, then growls and clears the static from her voice processor.
Honey looks up at her with huge blue optics, then down at the floor. Spotting a shiny gold piece she suddenly wriggles to get down.
"Oh. Too bad."
Rollbar blinks at the little one, then shifts his gaze to Bumblebee. "You haven't been hatching eggs, have you?"
There's a limit to how weird Autobots should get.
"Whaaaaaaat?" She stares at him, anger and angst forgotten as she wonders how much he's had to drink.
It's an established fact that his Decepticons are very bad at handling energon, on account of Megs never gives them any. Drinking is right out.
"All right, so you haven't met the jetlings." Rollbar chuckles. "There's a bunch of little jets around here hatched from eggs. Don't look at me like that, it wasn't my idea."
"Oh.... No, she's just a new spark. She was in my spark compartment for awhile... but I'm not an egg." Bee looks down at her daughter, bemused by the weirdness of the idea of jet eggs.
Honey just looks back and offers her her gas cap.
Bee sighs and screws it back on. "Don't do that. You'll lose your fuel."
"Hasn't got much in the way of programming, has she?" he remarks. Well, that's no threat. The kid's likely to get herself killed before long.
"She's got a lot more than she shows, I think." Bumblebee points to a rather lovely drawing of a car that she's sporting on her foot. "I can't do something like that."
Honey's noticed the new guy. Staaaare with wide optics. Stare stare stare....
"Talent's one thing. She doesn't even know not to pull off bits of herself," he points out. "That stuff's basic."
Rollbar eyes Honey back. And wonders if she even came with weapons. Doesn't look like it.
Bee shrugs. "She'll get there."
Honey suddenly lets out a trill of little beeps and points to Rollbar.
"What?" Bee looks down at her. "That's a Decepticon."
Honey lifts her 'eyebrows'.
"The bad guy."
Honey looks at him again. Then laughs.
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