Beeps and Buzzes

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"Bollocks! My boosters are fried!"

Couldn't relate. Only thing you dealt with that was fried, was food. When you could afford it! Or had time to cook, or dropped by Leo's house.

"I think we can help each other" Sam captured the - incredibly disorientated - senior Autobot's attention "you know things I don't know. I know things you don't know..."

Leo t'sked, arms folding tight across his chest "I don't think he knows anything, honestly"

In spite of your good conscious (to which you had high opinion of), you wholeheartedly agreed. Feeling a small well of pity develop for this being who used to be revered.

Now, well, look at him. Shambles.

Still, there was a small thing called respecting thy elders. This guy has probably seen some shit, a veteran of multiple centuries. Even if he's kind of cranky now, back then he could've been feared across universes!

Who knows how many stories he's been apart of... That he could recall.

"I think Grandpa Jetfire needs to sit down..." then again, formerly being held in high esteem didn't seem to be doing his addled mind much favours right now.

Listening as Jetfire prattled on, ignorant to Sam borrowing a knife from Simmons and putting it to use. Starting to carve out an ancient dialect from memory, hailing the newly Awoken - senile - Harbringers attention.

"I could do this all day. It comes in waves, these vivid symbols. They're symbols, but they're in my mind. You see? All this, in my mind" Sam aggressively tapped his temple, fighting to get his point across, staring up at Jetfire "and Megatron wants what's in my mind. Him and someone called the Fallen"

"The Fallen? I know him! He left me here to rust!" Jetfire promptly took a mad swipe at the air, temper flaring, spittle going absolutely everywhere as he seethed "The original Deception. Terrible to work for. It's always Apocalypse, chaos, or crisis. These transcriptions are a part of my mission, The Fallens search. I remember now. For the dagger's tip and the key."

"Wait, wait - the dagger's tip? The key? What are you going on about?" Sam questioned with agency.

Jetfire jabbed the cane's tip into the soil, carrying a sense of finality "no time to explain! Hold on, everybody! Stay still or you'll die!"

Die?

Freezing up, swarmed by an uncomfortable sensation rippling throughout your body. World going trippy, a flash of brilliant light, very soon feeling a rush of heat as you were slung upwards by an invisible force! Before you could comprehend anything beyond your wonky head and trembling nerves, everything went upside down.

Was this what taking drugs was like?

Rolling down a sand dune, awareness taking its vice on your bedraggled mind, left wheezing in a tiny crater of your own making. Spitting out whatever had entered your mouth, scraping it off with your shirt collar in pure disgust. Sand, ugh. Got everywhere.

Overhead Bumblebee careened through the sky, crying out in alarm up until creating a large indent on a neighbouring Sand Dune.

Giving yourself a couple of moments to recooperate, throwing an arm over your eyes to protect against the burning sun. Chest heaving, adrenaline pumping fast and fierce, nothing seemed to settle down.

Up until you rolled over, heaved, throwing up a little. Much better. Also incredibly gross.

Managing to stagger up onto your feet, cold rushing all the way down, needles taking jabs anytime you made a bid to move. Left there swaying, lathargic in your own right, gaining enough sense to move after that little episode lost it's hold.