Legacy

of

the

Bumblebee

Part One

Jinx and Barricade

Chapter One

The Rescue

Young, hopeful Autobot scout, Bumblebee wasn't like his fellow teammates. They were older than him with much more experience, something of which he lacked. But what Bumblebee had that they didn't have was graceful agility. Yes, Mirage was quick and nimble too, but Bumblebee dwarfed him easily. Bumblebee had flexible hips and quick reflexes. He could sense movements in the air and he had a strong instinct. (And in the new Earth-like planet he was in, these senses would prove very life-saving for the physically weakest Autobot around.)

These were his extraordinary abilities, abilities that made him well known to many Autobots. And made him very useful as well, which was why Optimus choose him to be one of the members of the "mass patrol", reinforcements for the patrol up north. Apparently, the fembots, Jazz, and Powerglide needed assistance relocating Alpha Trion, who had just entered Planet Galowae's atmosphere 48 hours ago, but has not been heard from.

Bumblebee would be going with Hot Rod, Optimus (who'd put Ultra Magnus in charge while he was gone), Ratchet, Ironhide, and Hound. As the usual, Bumblebee took up the caboose. He had the "pleasure" of staring at Ironhide's tailpipe the whole four hour ride. But it didn't bother Bumblebee as much as the fact that he was no doubt going to be ignored once they reached their destination. It still bugged his nerves that most of the members on the patrol was the bonded spark mates of all the fembots. That, Bumblebee knew, was a huge "coincidence." But he knew better than to complain.


Bumblebee watched on mutely as the other Autobots, fembots and mechs alike, greeted and embrace each other. Despite he felt a spark of jealousy within him, he found the sight rather touching. Bumblebee snickered to himself when he seen the annoyed look on Ratchet's face. Beside of him, Jazz hid a grin and if Hound was amused, he didn't show it.

"Ahem!" Ratchet snapped. "EXCUSE ME! But we're here for business, not bonding!"

Bumblebee and Jazz snickered aloud, earning a hard glare from Ironhide. Hound gasped, trying to maintain himself. These were one of those moments where Ratchet was at his bravest and was at his most inconsiderate.

"Aww, don't be so bitter, Ratchet," Moonracer said cheekily. "We were just saying hello."
Before Ratchet could respond, Jazz elbowed the younger yellow scout beside of him. "C'mon, Bee," he said. "Lets get crackin' 'fore Ratchet gets on us."

Bee nodded and followed the older silvery warrior up the rocky cliff.

"Eh, wait up there!" Hound called. The green tracker clearly didn't want to be sitting awkwardly in the middle of the "battle" between Ratchet and the others. "How can you get crackin' with out a trackin'?"
"Ooh, smooth rhythm there, Houndsey!" Jazz laughed. "Made negative sense, but smooth one!"

"Thanks!" Hound grinned. Once the three of them reached the top of the tall cliff, Hound began taking out all of his tracking equipment. "Hey, one of you sparkies know what Alpha Trion's signal feels like?"

Bumblebee thought for a moment. Then he said, "I dunno. I guess it feels sorta aged. Remember, he's older than Prime and Prime's signal always feels aged."

"Good point," Hound said. He began listening for a signal with the equipment.

Jazz gazed out around. "Gee, sure does feel great out here," he commented. "Almost makes me want to unload and relax."

Bumblebee had to agree. "Yep," he said. "Found anything, Hound?"

"Yeah," Hound said. "A real faint one due twenty miles west. Follow me!" The dark green tracker jumped down the other side of the cliff, closely followed by Jazz and Bumblebee. Hound led the way through a maze of orangish-colored rock, acting very much like a guild. Bumblebee counted all of the turns he could until he lost count, which was when he began to fear they were lost. "Halt!" Hound suddenly shouted, making Bumblebee go into sudden stop, which was so sudden, Jazz ran clean into Bumblebee's trunk. Bee winced at the pain.

"Ow!" Jazz whined. "Gee, Houndsey, is it too much to ask to give us a heads-up?"

"Woops," Hound said. "I'm sorry. But look at the bright side- or rather look at what I've found."

Towering before them, was the rear of a small ship that was stuck obtrusively from the side of a tall cliff. The ship was clearly destroyed and it bore the Autobot insignia. The ship was charcoal black in most places, but it gave the distinctive hint that it had once been violet. It must have came into the atmosphere burning.

"I'll check it out," said Bumblebee. He transformed and bounded up on the top of the ship's rear. "Let's see if I can get in through here..." Bumblebee began searching through the destroyed propellers.

"Right here, Bee!" Jazz called. The silver warrior was clinging on to the side of the ship, close to the wall of the cliff and Hound had just crawled into a large hole in the ship. But Bee had already found an open space on top of the ship and jumped in. Jazz entered through the hole and looked at Bumblebee and up at the hole. "Show off." he teased lightly.

Bee shrugged and winked. This was the result of years of training in scouting academy. "Let's take a look around," he suggested. "No doubt this is Alpha Trion's ship. Its one of the last voyage ships from Iacon, see?" He pointed at the familiar graphics on the ship's wall.

"Great eye there, Bee," Hound said, going up to the graphics to examine them. "Yep, this is most definitely an Autobot ship. You guys poke around a bit, while I contact the others and give them our coords."

"Sounds fancy to me!" Jazz said as he followed Bumblebee down a stair flight. The temperature fell dramatically and Bumblebee shuddered. "Ooh, it's chilly down here, ain't it, Bee?"

"Yeah," Bee agreed. "Look!" he gasped, pointing at the distinctive shape of a Cybertronian body.

"Oh no," Jazz muttered. He approached the body cautiously, signaling Bee to stay back. He prodded the body once, waited for a response, the rolled the body carefully on it's back. It bore the face of Alpha Trion. The elder Autobot was badly hurt.

"Oh, no!" Bee exclaimed, coming up to join Jazz's side.

Jazz gave him a light shove. "Go! Go and fetch Ratchet. Bring his aft here."

"B-" Bee began to protest.

"Go!" Jazz ordered. "Don't you see? He needs help and you're the fastest one here! Go and hurry!"

Bee nodded briskly and transformed and roared away. It was a bumpety ride up the stair flight and Hound nearly tripped over him.

"BEE!" Hound shouted, as he quickly regained his footing.
"Sorry!" Bee called as he ran clean through the hole at the bottom of the ship. He roared top-speed down the direction of which they had came, the route he had came from clear in his mind.


"Ratchet, Ratchet!" Bee cried. He had found the others a good mile away from where they met up. They were all in their "humanoid" forms and were looking around for clues that would lead them to Alpha Trion. Everyone glanced in Bee's direction, their icy optics brightening in interest and worry.

"What, what?!" Ratchet grunted. The older medic was clearly still in his grouchy mood.

Bee was in such a hurry, he didn't even feel embarrassed at the optics that were watching him. Normally, he'd scrunch up and make himself seem as small as possible. But in situations where it meant the difference between life and death, nothing mattered more to Bee than getting the message out and the job done.

"Ratchet! Come quickly!" Bee exclaimed, talking as fast as Blurr would. "Jazz and I decided to go our own way and Hound tagged along with us and he found a faint signal. We followed it and we found a small voyager ship from Iacon. We found Alpha Trion but he's badly hurt. He wouldn't respond to Jazz when he checked him. I came as fast as I could!"
"Lead the way!" Optimus ordered. "Autobots, transform and roll out!"