Bumblebee at Tyger-Pax

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

"We have some decepticons coming our way," Bee said to the bots standing around him. "Prepare to engage in battle again, if they are anything like the last group we'll be done in a nanoclick." He said looking around at the corpses that were so easily defeated.

The signal was getting pretty close and by the looks of it the group was relatively large. Everybot was checking their internal stats and preparing for a bit more of a challenge than last time. Bee stood next to Arcee contemplating the strange feeling he was getting in his tanks. He felt an overwhelming sense of dread for a click, and stumbled back into Arcee, who gave him a worried stare.

"Bee, you alright?" She inquired. "Yeah, I'm fine, I guess I'm just a bit nervous thata all." He said, not really believing himself. He had felt nervous before and this was definitely not what it felt like. He wasn't really nervous at all, he was actually somewhat excited to fight some more cons and use all the battle training he had received over the past few months. But no matter what he did he could not shake the feeling. He dismissed it to the back of his processor as the group of decepticons came into view.

The blip on their scanners was now visible on the horizon, but in accordance with what they saw on their radar it didn't make any sense. There were only two jets flying towards them. The scanners indicated a much larger group was approaching.

Bumblebee checked the radar and realized what the puzzling presence of only two cons meant. being an espionage agent himself, he recognized that this was not in fact the blip on their scanners, but two scouts, cloaking their spark signatures. That meant that a much larger group was coming their way.

Bumblebee had to make a decision, should they transform and get out of there. Or should they stand and destroy the two scouts,risking detection by the larger group.

All of the autobots were standing around. Confused, staring at the horizon.

"Okay everyone, those two cons up there are scouts, and they are most likely reporting back to a large group flying a bit farther back. We can either try to attack them before they can send a message back telling their leader our location, or we can leave before detection."

Arcee spoke up "I say we stay, we can take on those cons easy. " Another bot named moonstreak moved and stood behind Arcee, " I second Arcee's opinion, we should stay sand fight." Most of the other bots joined Arcee in her choice.

When Bee saw that not everybot was so sure though, he said, "You don't have to stay if you don't want to, I realize this is a great risk that could cost many of us our sparks. that is why I will let you return to base. I do not want to ask you for something you are not willing to give up. And know that you are still respected in all of our optics." Bee gave everyone who was staying a glare to make sure no one would ridicule those who wanted to leave.

Two bots, novastar and Aldan, looked relieved at this and chose to leave. " Good luck to all of you, thank you Bumblebee, I hope to see all of you return," Novastar said sheepishly. With that Aldan and her transformed and drove back to base.

That had taken a chunk out of their time, but it was a necessary part of battle. If everyone wasn't completely confident then they would not function well as a team.

The fliers had gotten closer and had spotted them, changing course and descending. Bee raised his arm and, transforming into a pulse cannon, took a well aimed shot at the wing of one of the cons.

The jet spiraled out of control and crash-landed near the autobots. three of the bots went to finish off the black con, who had gotten up and transformed.

Bee and the remaining three bots shot at the dark green con that was still airborne. It took several shots, the con was good at maneuvering, but eventually they managed to shoot him out of the sky. This con recovered more quickly than the other and was up on his feet running towards Bee and the other in mere nanoclicks.

The con had green plating and a nasty looking sword strapped to his back. One of his wings was smoking, but it made him look all the more menacing.

Bee took charge of the situation and ran to meet the con halfway, transforming both his arms into cannons in the process, he started shooting concentrated rounds at a weak spot between the cons two chest plates, close to his spark chamber. The con looked irritated but it didn't seem to hurt him at all.

The others snapped out of it and came in with there guns ablaze. Each took a side of the con and so he was surrounded in a tornado of pulse shots. Just when they thought he might waver from exhaustion, the con swiftly grabbed his sword from his back and, starting at Arcee, did a full circle with the sword as an extension of his own arm.

Arcee quickly ducked down, as did Moonstreak. One bot, Quickhit was not so lucky and the sword grazed him on the shoulder. He kneeled In pain but quickly regained his composure and unsheathed his arm blade and cut into the green con's side-wiring.

The green con bellowed in pain and swung his torso full circle, along with his sword, towards Quick. The emerging blade sliced into Quickhit's leg as he tried to jump out of the way. He fell hard and winced, looking up at the skilled con standing over him.

Bumblebee had made it his own personal goal that no bot under his command would offline on this mission, and Quickhit was no exception. Bee moved in fast and, using his smaller size, launched himself onto the con's back. First he stabbed his arm blade into the purple optic of the con, earning more thrashing and yelling. Then He started slashing at the most sensitive wiring he could find exposed between armor plates, rachet had taught him where all the major energon lines were and he was looking for one in particular.

The green con was stumbling backwards with slow, large, unbalanced steps and was trying to shake the infernal yellow pest off his helm. It was a futile effort because Bee had a death grip and had found his target, the main line. This was the pipe that all the energon that powered the processor traveled. Bee plunged his knife into the line and in turn got sprayed with energon. With a deafening crunch the con fell to the ground, and Bee slowly stood, trying to wipe the Energon off his plating as best he could.

Once he had recovered from the overflow of alerts popping up in his processor about how illogical his movements were and how he had some slight scrapes he made his way over to Quickhit, who was more seriously damaged than he previously thought.

Quick sat with his elbows supporting him ventilating hard. His red and silver armor was soaked in blue from the knee up and he had a wide gash from the first assault from the con's sword. Moonstreaker and Arcee were trying to help but they couldn't do much. Bee's heart sank. He had failed as a leader, one of his soldiers had gotten injured. If only he knew what would happen in their next fight.

Quickhit was a friend of Bee's and saw the look of sadness of the face of his temporary commander. "Hey Bee it's okay" he said leaning on moonstreaker to get up. "See I'm fine." He said spreading his arms to emphasize how fine he was. "Besides you'll need me to fight those nasty cons coming our way" he said alerting the others that the large group was now in view. Quick brushed himself off and prepared to fight a whole bunch of cons, he would just have to deal with his injuries.

"Okay guys, get ready for a bigger fight. Quickhit, try to do as little as possible and stay close to one of us at all times." Bee said looking and his friend. Quick answered with a nod.

No one felt like speaking, almost like they knew this was gonna be the fight, or end, of their lives. And that speculation was completely confirmed when they saw what con was flying at the head of the formation.

It was Megatron.