Beeps and Buzzes

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The atmosphere carried a somber edge; Bee had pulled into a desolate lott for some respite, deeming it safe enough for you all to muddle around freely.

Red bricks, rubbish and splattrrings of graffiti brightened up an otherwise half collapsed urban playground. No signs of fires, or any real indicators of having been lived. One cursory glance later, even somebody as new to this fugitive game as you could tell how remote it was. Only visited by passing vandals, nothing more.

Climbing up someplace high, risking your neck just to have a few moments alone to process everything, from such a vantage point you could immediately see how far away from familiar territory you were.

God knows did this little Camaro-Alien drive fast!

To escape a big city, winding up on completely new terf before sundown, must've violated at least a dozen road laws. Weirdly comforting to know that you had some obsurdly fast transportation, almost so when you took into account said transport was sentient.

And not in a JARVIS way, as previously assumed.

Minus all that intrigue and awe, life and death, massive alien robots; You had no bloody idea where you'd wound up.

Try as you might, there was no landmarks to refer and given how flat this landscape is... Basically, everything looked identical. No natural Geographical points of interest, no nothing.

Brilliant dilemma to be in.

Yesterday, you were debating on what colour to highlight course notes. Panicking when your biro all dried up and feeling blessed when you found a pencil.

Today was a whole mess of trying to outrun living machines as you tried not to stumble over a flagstone. Crying yourself stupid after, all but marooned wuth a group of strangers who were part of a secret Government branch! --

But, hey.

Aliens.

Human wise, Sam and Mikaela consoled one another seeking comfort in one another's company. In spite of her claims still together. Beyond them stepping behind a barely held together structure, whatever they were doing alluded your interest.

Two bots (twins) named Mudflap and Skids lingered, pestering Leo who'd manage to present himself as an easy target. Driven away to another area entirely, Twins jeering behind him before they themselves fell into a series of questionable conversations.

Bumblebee meanwhile had said nothing for the longest time, sat upon a piece of broken wall steeped in depression. Any idiot could tell Primes death took a heavy toll on him.

Sam may be upset, but this Robot was drowning.

Pity drove you over, it and a unique blend of guilt stemming from having watched Bee over yonder like a kind of stalker. There hadn't been any malice in your intentions, in actuality you'd completely zoned out after trying to puzzle out how Transformers worked.

You hadn't gotten far.

Losing yourself down a rabbit hole was excusable during completely alien situations. Yet there was a time and place. Now, when pretty much everyone was bleak and brittle, wasn't such a time.

"Do you think I should talk to him," inquiring with your new bestest pal who couldn't respond due to being inanimate "it's, like, pretty shit seeing somebody alone looking like that... And where the hell is Sam? Shouldn't he, like, be comforting the dude? Geez guy has one mental breakdown now he's priority..."