Bumblebee at Tyger-Pax

Chapter 10

Chapter 10

2 years later

Haha bet you can't catch me Bee texted to Sunny and Sides as they chased him around the obstacle course.

Bee had recently resumed training and was getting to be quite skilled. He and the twins were currently playing a sort of lazer tag game where they had to hit each other's targets to win. Whoever won got to dare the other two to do whatever he wanted them to do, at least that was the way the twins and Bee played.

"Come back here, you little slagger!" Sideswipe yelled turning the corner he had seen Bee turn moments before. Bee was actually hiding behind the other side of the wall, he had managed to lead both brothers down the same path and they were about to collide when they turned a tight corner. Bee was quite the tactician.

Bee heard a clank and a bunch of "Ow" 's and "you scratched my paint" 's and he knew that the first part of his plan had worked.

He easily scaled the wall and sat perched up on top of it, watching the fight. The two brothers were currently shooting each other's targets, trying to get one another out, they had yet to notice the yellow scout waiting high on the wall.

after about two minutes two small alarms went off, signaling the both Sunny and Sides had no more un-hit targets. Bee had just won the game without even taking one shot.

I wonder how that happened Bee texted innocently. The twins looked around wondering where Bee was, they never understood how a bright yellow bot could hide so well.

Since he made no noise when he texted they could never tell where he was so it took them awhile to finally look up and locate him, perched high above their helms snickering, a huge smile on his faceplates.

"Hey no fair you didn't even hit any of our targets" Sunstreaker said.

I didn't need to, you guys did that for me Bee said with another bout of laughter.

Sunstreaker angrily punched the wall that Bee was using as a perch. The scout was so busy laughing that he couldn't keep his balance and ended up falling right on top of Sunny and Sides.

The three bots were silent for a few clicks and then burst out laughing. Bee's laugh was more like electronic beeps but no one seemed to mind. They were still laughing as they untangled themselves and left the training room.

The twins were trying to keep Bee off the subject of his prize but the scout was too quick witted to forget what he had just won.

So what do you think I should make you do? Steal all of Ratchet's wrenches? The twins cringed at this, knowing that the grumpy old medic would have their helms if he found out they had stolen his wrenches. Or maybe go around the ship all day singing the cybertronian national anthem, wearing pink armor plating!
The twins couldn't even imagine how embarrassing that would be, but such were the conditions of being a prankster and having a prankster friend. They were starting to have doubts about teaching him about pranks from a very young age, maybe they would've been better off if they had left him goody-two-shoes and not made him a mega-prankster, because paired with his espionage training he could prank even them, and they were the kings of pranks.

The twins were dreading their fates that Bee was about to sentence them to when the alarm went off.

Flashing red lights blinked in accordance with the constant ringing and bots started running through the base, trying to get to the areas they were designated to go to in an emergency.

Luckily Bee saw Ironhide running past, who stopped and gathered up the young bots.

"The cons are attacking, I want you two to get to your battlestations," he said to the twins who immediately did so, if there was one mech, besides Ratchet, that they were genuinely afraid of, it was Ironhide and they did not want to get on his bad side. "Bee do you think you are ready to join in the fighting yet?" Ironhide said holding Bee by the shoulders.

Bee nodded enthusiastically, he hadn't been in battle since Tyger-Pax and was much more experienced now than he was two years ago.

"Okay then come with me." Ironhide said leading Bee towards his station. "Stay near me during the Battle alright? No running off." Ironhide explained as they sped through the halls.

Bee was excited he was finally going to get some real fighting experience.

ON THE BATTLEFIELD OUTSIDE OF THE ARK'S CURRENT LOCATION

Shots were flying back and forth, cutting through the cool afternoon air. the sound of shouts and bullets ricocheting off of metal armor filled the air.

Bumblebee had forgotten how intense the heat of the battle really was, and it took him a few moments to get adjusted to the deafening din of clanking, clattering, and shooting.

"Take it slow at first, and don't overwork yourself," Ironhide shouted to Bee a to penetrate the barrier of noise surrounding them.

ok. Bee texted. If there was anything that was good about his disability it was that texting was convenient when you either couldn't hear or you couldn't afford to make any noise. It also stopped you from saying stupid impulsive things that got you into trouble.

Immediately after He and Ironhide had conversed a large dark blue con approached Bee. He was a bit shorter than Ironhide and had very long, slender wings on his back, his optics were on the lighter shade of red, but they burned brightly at the center.

The blue con attacks with a swift punch, Bumblebee dodging his fist by mere centimeters. Bee pulled back and swept his legs under the large con, a move he had practiced with Ironhide in training, and it messed with the cons balance. The con was too large to be knocked over but he had to take a moment to regain his balance.

Bee used that moment to aim a few blows and transform his hand into a cannon, shooting at the helm of the disoriented con.

They con lumbered backwards and quickly fell, unconscious and vulnerable. Bee was about to go in for the killing shot when he just stopped completely. He couldn't kill this defenseless con, even though he was an enemy he still had feelings, Bee remembered how scared he had been when he was helpless in front of Megatron. He would never be like that monster.

Bee decided that he would not kill anybot in this battle, he would just try to knock them out.

But Bee wouldn't get the chance to fight anymore because as he was regaining his footing from the fight he happened to look up and make optic contact with the cold red optics he knew all too well.

Across the battlefield, through all the fighting, Bee focused on one mech, who was standing calmly in the midst of the fighting, just like he had the last time.

Bumblebee did not want to relive this experience.