robothell | there must be some kind of way out of here

Who: Roller (IDW) & OPEN
Where: The City
When: NOW
What: After finding a few terminals still standing, the big guy decides it'd be a great idea to go find more. Maybe even fix them up a bit. So he sneaks away from everyone on a mission.
Warnings: None yet

He didn't say anything before he ducked out. He just did it. When he was sure Pax-Prime-whoever he was now wasn't paying a lot of attention, he'd excused himself out into the city. Honestly, he needed some space. Some time to wrap his head around everything going on.

It wasn't every day you got "hi you're missing and there was a war and by the way I'm Prime now" dropped into your lap.

Besides, he'd found some old terminals on previous wanderings. With any luck, he could probably see if they could get rewired to broadcast -- send out a distress signal. Just in case someone out there was listening and wanted to pick up a bunch of confused Cybertronians. It couldn't hurt to try. And at the very least, maybe he'd find some supplies, if nothing else.

Prime...

What was he even supposed to think about that?

He can be found wandering empty buildings, now. Wedging his way into vacant rooms, or pounding away at useless keyboards in hope of a reaction. He's hard to miss, if anyone should run across him -- being huge has that little drawback.

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He was a great cop, excuse you. Roller'd liked him. He still did. But... he was missing an entire war. And people changed during war. Where did that leave someone as far behind as he was?

"Yeah, well. I'm here. So it's his call."

It's an uncharacteristic retort. He grimaces, and shakes his head.

"You want to help or what?"

"Yeah and he's also oblivious..." Bumblebee says, examining a part. "Or he doesn't like to burden others."

War does change people, it's true. Orion had went through his ups and downs. Bee had witnessed those first hand. All in all, Optimus is kind of a staple. He hasn't changed all that much, not at the very core of his spark.

"Where is a communications specialist when you need one, right?"

"Eugh, try both."

Because both is about as accurate as can be. Not that he doesn't care for his partner -- he'd have to be stupid or something not to. But he also knows how true those words are.

... all the more reason to keep an eye on him, right, Roller?

He grimaces. "Probably dead, given our collective luck lately."

"Hey now. I'm dead," Bee retorts. "Or... Was dead."

Not that he feels offended in the least, but he can't pass up an opportunity to spin the conversation around. It might be at his expense, but he can live with that.

What he can't seem to live with is being unable to really help out much. Like with this. Bumblebee doesn't know what wires go where so it's going to be a guessing game. Test and change up.

"... Uh."

He's really not sure how to respond to that. At all. Orion said he was missing, but someone dead is another story entirely. How do you answer someone who said "by the way I'm dead".

"I'm... sorry?"

"Pfft. The look on your face..."

Yeah, it's all good. Mostly. Bee isn't all that worried about what happened. For the most part, he just wishes he hadn't been so distracted. Optimus claims he's a hero. Well Bee sure as hell doesn't feel like one.

"You'd think I'd know how to put one of these together with as many as I've taken apart over he ages."

"Well, it's not like I've ever met a dead guy before."

He rubs a hand down his face, still looking uncomfortable and awkward. Seriously, what's he supposed to do with that? Apologize? How does that even help anything at all?

His head is aching. Maybe he should get it looked at.

"Yeah, you'd think. Kind of the point of asking you."

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