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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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Roller wasn't really the only one having a little bit of a difficult time taking things in. Optimus confirmed his death, yes. Yet Bumblebee was here now. Alive and relatively well. Then the Prime decided to tell Bee that he actually did something worthwhile.

Megatron an Autobot. Wasn't that too funny.

Thus Bee made his way out. He never did do well just sit around inside. There was a planet at their fingertips that they really knew nothing about. Wasn't it in their best interests for someone to explore a little bit? Bumblebee was pretty good at sneaking around so why not?

Unfortunately, he wasn't quite paying attention. Perhaps Roller would be, since Bumblebee would likely bump into him and fall over otherwise.

Pipes is out exploring and wanders RIGHT INTO ROLLER LIKE THE WINNER HE IS, being small and preoccupied with some loose wiring on the ground.

"Oh, sorry--" he looks up. And up. Up a bit more. "...You're big."

Bigger than what he's used to. God damn, dude.

Nope, sorry, Bee. He's not paying attention, either. He's got most of himself wedged into a crawlspace under a mostly intact building, somehow. There has to be a power source somewhere. Something he can use to power up the consoles.

His feet stick out though.

Those big huge feet of his.

Right out into the street.

And the source of that loose wiring is the big guy currently pulling open a terminal overhead. It was probably some kind of monitor screen, once. But now it's just a mess and Roller may be venting frustrations into pulling spare parts out of it.

Pipes... barely gets a glance. Sorry little guy, you're not familiar.

"Sure am."

He thrusts out a hand full of wiring. "Hold that."

He's used to it, so it doesn't phase him at all.

"Uh. What're you doing?"

Huge feet right in the street. Thanks, Roller. Thanks ever so much. Guess who is going to run right into those and fall over? Yeah, this guy right here. Bumblebee's a mini and those feet are more than just a bump in the road. it's more like Bee fumbles and falls over the the first one and smacks his face into the other.

"Augh!"

Very graceful, no?

"Ow!"

His head jerks up when he feels someone smash into one of his feet. And, given his head is wedged into a crawlspace, it's a painful reaction. CLANG goes his head, and OW goes the big bot.

He starts scooting out to check on the disturbance.

"Watch it out here!"

"Trying to fix the communication systems around here. Maybe we can get out a distress signal."

He glances down at the bot, not recognizing him.

"Oh, yeah. I'm Roller. Who're you?"

"Right... good plan."

Yeah, that doesn't look like it's going so well, bud.

"Pipes."

Shut up Pipes, he's got this. "Just hold the stuff."

Another glance.

"Are you any good with this stuff?"

"Sure."

He looks down at the wires.

"Ish? I mean, if you need me to crawl in there I can do that."

He also looks down, considering this for a minute.

"You could. I don't know what it's really going to do, but... can't hurt to try."

"Well, I mean, not just because I'm small enough - I can see the internal damage. S'just a terminal."

The damage from age looks pretty obvious, anyway.

"Watch where you're putting your feet!"

While Bee does feel bad - because that sounded like it hurt - he doesn't feel bad enough to take all the blame. He takes the time to try to get away and stand before there's an even bigger mess of tangled limbs. That is a thing that could very well happen.

"I did. They're not really hard to miss, you know."

And with that, he's scooting out of the crawl space to get a look at whoever this is. Because wow. He knows he's huge. He knows his feet are huge.

How did you even miss those.

"Given the size and everything. You're not hurt though, right?"

Bee groans, rubbing at his face. In the end, this guy's right.

"Sorry, really. I wasn't really looking where I was going in the first place."

Other things on his mind and all that.

"Yeah, I can see that."

Haha, get it. See? Looking? He's hilarious. He's also pushing himself into a sitting position to look Bee over.

"You didn't answer my question, though."

"Okay then. You want a boost?"

Why yes, he is offering to shove you into the terminal, Pipes.

Bee cracks a little grin. It's about the best that he can do under the circumstances.

"Yeah, I'm fine. My pride took more of a tumble than I actually did."

"Good. Because the last thing we should be doing around here is accidentally breaking each others' legs or something."

He's still sitting down, and holds out a huge hand in greeting. The bot's not familiar, but he's not bristling with weapons or holding a gun to his head, either. Which... just brings to mind the last time he'd seen Pa--Prime? Paximus? What the hell did he call him now?

His old partner. Because clearly, reminiscing was a good idea right now. Might as well be friendly.

"Roller. You?"

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"Yeah... Don't think Ratchet would be too happy with that, no."

Roller sitting down means he's likely right at Bee's height. It's all right. He's used to it. Honestly this is all some mistake or accident or what have you. Otherwise this guy seems all right. Bumblebee is going to take the offered hand and give it a shake as best as he is able.

"Bumblebee."

Quite ironic, considering Bee had worked for Sentinel, hmm?

That gets a look of surprise out of the big guy. "You know Ratchet?"

He pulls his feet back, leaning his elbows on them as he sits. If he had eyebrows to raise, he probably would have quirked them by now. For the most part, he's tried to keep himself out of politics, short of digging up dirt on Shockwave. The irony, for now, is a little lost on him.

"I should probably also ask if you know anything about communication systems," he adds, after a moment. "Trying to fix these here and get a distress signal off. See if we can get a ride home."

"It's kind of hard not to. He's one of my closest friends."

That and they had been through a lot of stuff together. Of course Bee also considers Prowl and Wheeljack really good friends of his. Cliffjumper too. Two of those people right there he's known forever. The others he had met during wartime.

As he speaks, he fidgets. Trying to fix things... That's not really what he's known to do. Bee shrugs, offering an apologetic smile. "Afraid I can't help you there. I was a saboteur, not a tech. Now I have to wonder if an S.O.S. will even bring anyone here or not. They could end up stuck here just like us."

"Huh. You know anyone named -- " Okay, fine, he's just going to go with both and hope for the best. "Orion Pax or Optimus Prime, then?"

Ratchet had been one of his partner's friends, and, by extension, one of Roller's. If this Bumblebee was one of the medic's, then. It stood to reason he was an alright guy.

The response about the previous line of work gets a frown -- though at the parts scattered around, and not at Bee. "Ever tried... reverse sabotage? Maybe?"

Hey, worth a shot, right?

For a second, Bee's optics flicker in a surprised blink. Asking about Orion Pax? Who doesn't know him? For a second he can't respond but then shakes his head. Chuckling.

"Who doesn't at this point?" It's a fair question, right? "But yeah... After Kaon and Sentinel fell, Zeta brought Pax in. That's when I met him. Worked with him then and after he became Optimus."

Maybe Bee can't fix anything here, but he can still grin at the suggestion. Reverse sabotage. That's not really how it works, but they both know that, don't they? Still, it doesn't mean that he won't sit down and try to salvage something.

"Maybe two heads will be better than one?"

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GODDAMMIT

u tried

im tired

go to bed babby

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