So, I suppose I should explain about the red and green mechs. They aren't any canon characters, because I don't think I know any other characters well enough to do them justice. See, I really don't like OCs, but because Bee's alone in this, there aren't supposed to be any other canon characters to help him, I had to make a few. Not knowing them is part of the battle of working with them. I felt like giving them names would make them annoying or something… Thinking about it now I don't think it would really matter… But alas they shall have no names.. Unless someone feels like naming them for me. Because I don't want to.

Chapter 4

"Here, you can use this." The green mech looked surprised at the knife Bumblebee had pulled out of subspace. The mech tested his new weapon as the scout turned to the red mech with an apologetic expression, "Sorry, I don't have another."

"It's okay," the red mech assured. "I probably wouldn't do much good with a weapon anyway."

Bee shot him an amused look before taking a seat and leaning against the wall of the cell. The other two mechs followed his example, the red mech sitting right beside him while the green mech sprawled not too far away.

"Now we wait."

It seemed that guards came at the least desirable time possible. They would show up at the worst moments, and if by any chance you actually wanted them to pass by, they wouldn't.

At least, that's what Bee thought about it after waiting for hours.

It had been quite a while since he and his cell mates had their little chat, and still the desired guards hadn't shown. The scout glanced and noticed that while the green mech was as relaxed as usual, lounging against the wall, the red mech still beside him was looking a bit jittery and nervous.

"I think my arm has stopped breaching," Bumblebee commented, successfully attracting the mech's attention. The red mech moved over and examined the smaller mech's arm, noticing the dry trails of energon across the yellow plating.

"Yes," the improvised medic conformed. "Your arm is dong better." His servo climbed the smaller mech's arm to his shoulder. "This hasn't changed much. It would be better if I could pound the dents out, but I-"

"Quiet!" the green mech's hiss made them both jump. "Someone's coming."

Instantly, there was silence in the cell and the sound of ped-steps echoes clearly in the corridors. Bumblebee stood up and quietly dashed to the edge of the cell peering through the bars. When he saw a pair of guards turn the corner, signifying their inevitable passing before their cell, he grabbed a chunk of metal from its resting place on the floor.

As the pair of Decepticons passed by, they were disrupted by this piece of metal hitting one in the chassis then ricocheting to hit the other in the faceplates.

"Nice throw," the green mech commented and Bumblebee laughed.

"You insolent little Autobot, do you know what you've just done?!" the Decepticon holding a servo over a breaching scratch on his faceplates growled, stepping to face the cell.

"Well I just hit you in the face. Do you want me to do it again?" Bee chirped in a taunting voice.

"You are in no position to threaten us, little mech," the other Decepticon snarled, glaring with cold red optics.

The scout laughed and replied, "Why don't you come in here and say that to my face?"

The Decepticons seemed to like this idea and they approached the cell menacingly, one Decepticon moving to the control panel to open it while the other waited. As soon as the bars slid away he stomped in the direction of Bee.

The yellow mech put a fake expression of horror on his face and backed up, as if he didn't think they would actually rise to his provocation. The red and green mechs just remained against the walls wondering if the plan was working or falling to pieces before them.

The first Decepticon reached for the scout and, in a movement that neither of the other Autobot's could really follow, Bee rolled between the 'Con's legs before springing up at the other enemy behind him. His right servo was suddenly holding a glowing red sword that he promptly used to decapitate the second Decepticon.

Then, as the first 'Con turned around, Bumblebee twisted as well and plunged his sword into the larger mech's spark.

Everything was still and silent for a second before the yellow mech pulled his weapon out and the lifeless bodies fell to the floor around him. In a motion that almost seemed casual, the scout flicked the sword, ridding the blade of the energon that coated it, before finally the sword retracted back into his arm.

He hovered over the closest 'Con's body, briefly scanning the mech's arm to analyze what weapon his servo was capable of taking the form of. In a few moments, he managed to separate the weapon from both of his fallen foes systems and after integrating one with his own, he moved to stand beside his comrades, handing each their own gun.

"Let's go," Bee said firmly before moving to the now open cell entrance. The green mech quickly moved to follow him but the red mech was not so eager, glancing at the weapon in his servos and then to the dead bodies that they had been taken from.

"We need to get moving," the scout urged him to hurry, glancing around wariness, pausing only when he noticed the red mech was just staring at him. "What is it?"

"It's just- I never thought…" The red mech trailed off taking anther quick look at the fallen Decepticons.

Bumblebee cycled his vents and quickly walked up to the red mech, looking up into the other's optics before saying, "Killing is not something that I appreciate nor enjoy, but I need to get out of here. It is not something I would consider doing lightly- this is a matter of our own life and death. So, please, forgive me, come with me, and we might survive together."

The red mech said nothing, just looked at the yellow mech's damaged arm briefly before meeting his bright blue optics. He nodded, "Lead the way."

Bee smiled and beckoned the other mech to follow him before turning and exiting the cell. For a few moments, the scout messed with the cell controls before they slid shut behind them.

Their movement through the hallways was very careful; they avoided troops, cameras, or anything else that would alert the Decepticons to their escape.

"We're going to free them all, right?" The red mech asked softly as they passed by a few cells. Most of the mechs inside did not even notice the small group's liberated status, a sign of their suffering.

"Yes," Bee confirmed, "we're on our way to the main control room now."

The group paused before a console that would open a door, one that likely had troops behind it, and they took their time to ready their weapons.

Bee was about to go over and activate the console when a servo reached through some bars and grabbed his arm. He jumped, pulling away and twisting to see that it was a white Autobot trapped in a nearby cell that had grasped him. The imprisoned mech seemed unperturbed by the yellow mech's reaction as he beamed down at him.

"You're Bumblebee!" the white mech exclaimed happily and proceeded to salute the small mech.

The fact that the other mech had heard of him would normally have made Bee a bit happier, but due to the urgency of the situation, it only annoyed him that he would have to explain himself to his comrades who were staring at him in confusion.

"Bee? Why is he saluting you?" the red mech asked, bewildered, and beside him the green mech was starting to look suspicious. The scout quickly tried to think of a way to answer the question.

"I may or may not be… kind of… one of Optimus Prime's lieutenants," he managed, less than eloquently.

"What?!" The red mech's optics widened.

"How can you "kind of" be a lieutenant?" the green mech asked more calmly.

"Well, I take orders directly from Optimus, and I'm in their inner circle, but I haven't been officially named a lieutenant," Bee explained.

"Don't worry! You will!" the white mech encouraged.

"That doesn't matter!" For the first time the scout's voice was sounding almost irritated. He cycled his vents and added, "If I can't get us out of here, being promoted will be the least of my worries."

Bee had managed to get them safely this far, but they had yet to encounter even a small group of troops. The last time he was in Kaon, it hadn't mattered that the Decepticon's knew of their escape almost immediately. With Optimus and Sideswipe with him, they were able to take out countless Decepticons. Now, only the green mech had any semblance of combat experience, and he had lost that brute force advantage that would have let them charge through. They had to be careful if they even wanted to make it through the next room.

"Bumblebee?" the red mech put a servo on his shoulder, and he met the optics of the other mech.

"We have to get going," the scout replied, moving over to the console. "Get ready to fire."

He inserted his servo into the interface. As soon as he had accessed the door opening application and detached from it, he sprang back and readied his weapon.

The door opened only to reveal a scant three Decepticons who Bee finished off with three quick, precise shots to the helm.

"It seems Primus is on our side," the red mech said happily as the three walked into the room. Unlike his companion, the scout felt a sudden unease fill him and he reached out and grabbed the red mech by the arm.

He gestured to a adjoining room and said, "I need you to hide out in this storage room."

"What?! No! I'm going with you!" The red mech protested. "What if you get hurt and-"

"What if you get hurt?!" Bee interrupted. "There's no way I have enough medical expertise to save you. I'm a fighter and this next fight will be tough. If we win, we'll come and get you so we can escape together." At the end of his explanation the scout stared up at the other mech, willing him to see reason.

At a short length, the red mech cycled his vents and replied, "Okay."

What would happen if they lost the battle ahead was a question that remained unspoken and equally unanswered.

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"Just one more turn and there will be a lift. Once we ride up we should be at the door to the central command room." Bumblebee explained quietly to the green mech beside him. The larger mech nodded, but then he paused and shot the scout an unsure look.

"How are we supposed to take on a whole room of Decepticons by ourselves?" he asked.

Bee grinned and took something out of subspace, tossing it to the other mech. The green mech recognized it to be a grenade.

"Ah, that would help," he commented with a matching grin as the smaller mech took out his own grenade.

A few minutes later the Decepticon's standing at their monitors in the hallway discovered the effectiveness of the grenades the hard way when the green mech's toss took out at least three mechs and greatly damaged or disoriented the rest in the area.

"Finish those ones!" Bee ordered, giving a brief gesture to the unsteady Decepticons attempting to stand and arm themselves before darting through them, tossing a grenade into the main console area at the end of the hallway. As those enemies perished in the second explosion, he dashed back and helped the green mech finish off the rest.

In a few moments, the room was clear and both mechs stepped up to the main console, momentarily distracted by the layout of the entire prison mapped out on a large monitor nearby.

"Look," Bumblebee pointed. "There are still some ships in the landing bay that we can use."

The green mech grinned at the scout's enthusiasm then said, "I'll go get our friend now. He's probably beside himself with worry." The mech then turned to leave the room.

Bumblebee approached the main console and stepped onto it, immediately liking up with the mechanism. He concentrated, searching the functions of the device, looking for the application that would open up all the jail cells simultaneously. So engrossed was he in his search that he missed the metallic clang of a mech hitting the floor.

A moment later, the scout had found what he was searching for. Through the link he reached for it, the switch that would free his fellow Autobots, when without warning a loud, keening sound burst through his audios, completely disorienting him. The scout was forcefully torn from the console, the abrupt and unplanned termination of his uplink causing damage to his systems.

The entire sensation was not unlike being hit with a stun grenade, with static flashing across his optics, his auditory sensors fluctuating, and his stabilizers so unbalanced that he felt dizzy lying on the floor- except this was much worse and much more intense. Bee had felt this before, this unpleasant unsteadying sensation, and it was something that only one mech he knew could induce.

Bumblebee forced his optics to focus, and they did long enough for him to see the dark blue mech towering over him. And the deep red visor.

Soundwave.

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AN: So in the book Exodus, which details the war on Cybertron, Bee is one of the lieutenants. In WfC and FoC they aren't so specific, thought they do say he's the head spy and scout in Fall of Cybertron. So I kinda made Bee have the position of a lieutenant, but he hasn't been formally promoted yet.

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