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Nov. 27th, 2007 @ 11:47 pm
"You're not in the universe." Bumblebee boosts Honey on her hip and reaches her other hand absently toward Rap as she peers at the small yellow and black being.
"That seems to be the general consensus." She turns and...faces another Bumblebee. Huh. Now she gets what was meant by 'alternates'.
"Hello." She doesn't seem at all unnerved. More like curious.
Bee hunkers down with the ease of one used to dealing with small people, keeping an arm around Honey as the six foot tall sparkling beeps and peers down at the new person. Beside them, Rap also hunkers, his green eyes bright and friendly.
"Hi. Have they told you how to get home yet?" Her blue optics are thoughtful.
"Bbbbb!" says Honey softly, sticking her hand to her own face with a little clang.
"If I have my information straight, it is with a device called a 'PINpoint'. I will see about getting my appendages on one as soon as I have ascertained there is a reason to return home." She doesn't sound too thrilled with returning to the chaos she came from.
"Yeah, that's it." Bee frowns. "Sup?"
"Chaos." The sheaf of papers is raised and shaken. "The underlings think it's funny to give me the wrong information and then get me in hot water with our superiors. Thank the Allspark they usually believe it isn't my fault."
"Underlings?" She tilts her head.
"Mama," whispers Rap. "Can I go look around?"
"Sure. Be careful." She turns and gives him a peck on the cheek, then turns back to the other femme.
"Unnamed 'bots, as of yet. Not high enough in the command chain to warrant a name. I know them only by their model numbers." And she starts listing off a chain of numbers ranging from X-ATM105 to Z-YTK173. Surprisingly, it's a rather short range.
"Wow," says Bee after a moment. "Your reality's pretty different from mine."
"My reality is chaos." A wry chuckle is earned from the smaller 'Bee. "But, in the end, it's home."
Bee turns her head to see where Rap's gone, her voice dropping. "Yeah, know the feeling, I guess. Three of my friends or friends of friends've been blown up in the last two months, Arcee 'n I got bad gas, 'n then some jerk shot Prime in the face."
"Someone SHOT Optimus Prime? In the FACE?"
Smaller 'Bee looks shocked.
"Anyone tried that in my world, they'd get dismantled in seconds, regardless of race."
Bee blinks at her. "We don't hurt humans. Ever."
"We try not to, but there's some things you just don't bloody put up with."
"This is Optimus's own orders."
"Bwee!" adds Honey, beeping herself on the nose.
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