Halo's story has actually gotten a better reception than I thought it would. Just wanted to say thanks for if you've favourited and/or are following this story.
I've watched 'Operation Bumblebee' parts one and two so many times, so I really want to get this part right. Spoiler: the end scene of part one in this chapter is my favourite action scene.
Also, regarding the comment about italicising the flashback scenes, I appreciate your taking the time to review the story, but I just think that it makes it easier to differentiate the non-present scenes from the present ones.
Enjoy chapter three :-)
Chapter Three: MECH who?
A certain yellow, black-striped Camaro drove alongside the golden and silver motorcycle as they sped across the vast desert.
Normally, Halo would've kept to herself. She wasn't one for making friends and anytime mechs had tried to talk to her, the conversation always ended with her having to scare them into backing off. But she knew that Bumblebee wasn't like that.
Now they were here, on Earth, together. He seemed so different than he was when they had last met.
"So, what's the deal with that visor?" Bumblebee wondered, suddenly taking Halo by surprise.
"Wh-What do you mean?" She asked innocently, "I already told you guys what happened."
"Halo, I know when someone's hiding something. And I know that's the result of more than just a cannon blast."
She sighed, realising it was futile to try to lie to the scout, "Ok. But...swear to me you won't tell Bulkhead."
"I promise."
Inhaling a deep breath, she began to tell him what happened, "I got captured...by Shockwave. Apparently he was studying how to regenerate senses and develop prosthetics for Decepticons injured in battle, because he destroyed my ability to see. I was experimented on for two and a half orns before Autobot troops managed to storm the base. I got rescued but I knew I'd never get my sight back."
Bumblebee stayed quiet for a while as they continued to drive, contemplating everything she had just told him and regretting that he'd made her.
"Halo...I'm so-"
Suddenly, Halo skidded to an abrupt halt.
"Don't even think about doing that," She told him.
He swerved around and drove back to her, "What did I do?"
"Apologising means sadness, sadness means pity, pity means being treated like there's something wrong with you for the rest of your life.The last thing I need is to be seen as the poor, weak femme who can't defend herself."
Bumblebee paused before speaking again, "You know how I lost my voice?"
She froze slightly, but tried to not be obvious, "No."
"Tyger Pax. I wouldn't give up anything so Megatron tore out my voice box and left me for scrap. Thank Primus, Autobot troops managed to find me and get me back to Ratchet before I..." He trailed off a bit, but carried on, "For a while after that, people looked at me with pity. It got so irritating when they'd still do that for orns after it happened. So I ignored it."
"That's it? You just ignored it?" Halo questioned.
"There'll always be people who feel sorry for bots like us," Bumblebee explained, "You can either let what they think stop you or you can prove then wrong."
She smiled inwardly at he scout's kindness, "I...guess you're right."
He was so much more understanding than she was. Halo felt lucky to have a friend like him. Wait – she never had friends.
"C'mon, I don't know about you, but I don't want to hear Ratchet's lecture on finishing patrol when we get back," Bumblebee joked, turning his vehicle form around before yelling, "Race you to the next mile marker!"
He punched he acceleration and sped ahead of her.
She smirked to herself before following at a faster pace, "If you don't mind being beaten again!"
Before they could get very far, a beeping noise came from each of their computer processors. Halo slowed her pace to drive alongside Bumblebee.
"Bulkhead, just got a reading," Bumblebee spoke through the com-link.
"Yeah, I just picked up the same signal," The green mech replied, "Could be another homing beacon. Let's rendezvous at the coordinates."
Halo followed Bumblebee to the site of the mysterious signal, smiling inwardly; Finally, something interesting had happened. The two automobiles accelerated ahead, leaving behind a trail of dust.
They at last came to stop at a desolate area, secluded from the main road by towering stone cliffs, like a small canyon. Halo heard a beeping noise coming from a little way ahead of them. Sensing Bumblebee begin to walk towards it, she placed a servo on his shoulder to stop him from going any further.
She shook her helm, "I don't like this. Something's up."
He gently took her servo off of his shoulder, "Relax, Halo. It's probably just an energon signal."
The scout ran over to the beacon with the blinking light on it, closely followed by Halo, who was still wary of what it was. As Bumblebee curiously examined the object, the gold and silver femme suddenly heard the clicking of guns to their right.
An electric wave was fired at the yellow and black mech, creating a blow that sent him falling backwards.
"Bumblebee!" She yelled, reaching for her weapon.
But she was unable to use it as she felt a shocking pain surge through her body with a huge amount of electricity. The blast caused her to collapse to the ground, falling into temporary stasis lockdown along with Bumblebee. His ocean-blue optics were dimmed to black.
The culprits of the attack emerged; several men dressed in khaki green military uniform and gas-masks, armed with enhanced tasers that resembled missile launcher guns in terms of appearance.
One, however, didn't have a gun or mask, a deep scar running down his forehead to his chin. He stepped forward, glowing with pride at what the team had managed to secure.
"Silas," One of the men said to the scarred leader, "Another one is headed to our position. Estimated arrival: two minutes."
Silas didn't look away from the two Autobots, "Work briskly."
At his request, two of the soldiers got out their toolkits, one choosing to work on Bumblebee. He broke through the metal protecting the T-cog chamber before carefully beginning to remove the wires and circuits surrounding the bio mechanism.
In the meantime, the other soldier had been attempting to use a blowtorch to remove Halo's visor, with little, if any, success. Her frame was tougher to scrap than any metal they had come across.
Silas raised an eyebrow at the soldier, "Problem?"
"Sir, this metal is harder than any I've seen before," The soldier explained, "It can't be broken by a blowtorch. I can get to the first layer of metal, but after that it's tougher than steel."
"Then we'll have to settle for the T-cog," Silas said, glancing over to the other soldier as he continued to work.
A bright car light appeared from a kilometre ahead of them. Looking through his binoculars, Silas could see a heavy duty truck driving around the corner and towards them.
"It looks like the backup is ahead of schedule," Silas informed the soldier before moving towards the helicopter.
"As luck would have it-" The soldier working on Bumblebee removed his T-cog, "-so am I."
Silas climbed into the helicopter, "Move out."
The soldiers, by some stroke of luck, managed to all climb into the helicopter and take off in just enough time before Halo stirred from her stasis lock. The femme forced herself awake, making herself sit upright as she heard the sound of a helicopter flying away.
"Haley! Bee!" Bulkhead shouted as he transformed, kneeling next to her, "Are you ok? What happened?"
Halo shook her helm, "I don't...wait-Bumblebee!"
She struggled to get up, running over to the scout, who was still unconscious. She felt his pulse, exhaling as she realised he was still alive. His optics flickered back on, returning to their ocean-blue shade as he made himself sit up.
"Who did this? Cons?" Bulkhead demanded.
"I...didn't see them," Bumblebee told him, half-awake.
"Only one way to find out," The Wrecker transformed and headed down the highway.
Bumblebee and Halo began to run after him, Halo transforming into her bike mode and driving alongside Bulkhead.
Bumblebee tried to change into his car alt, but – for some reason – couldn't. His door wings folded slightly, unable to transform any further. He stopped, confused. The scout tried once again to change into his alt mode; still nothing.
Noticing this, Halo swerved around and drove back to him, transforming as she did so, "Bumblebee, what's wrong?"
"I...don't know," He replied, looking at his arms.
Bulkhead came up next to Halo, "We rollin' or not?"
Bumblebee shook his helm, "Whoever attacked must have done something to my T-cog. I can't transform."
"What do you mean you can't?" Bulkhead demanded.
"Th-They probably just mixed up the wires or something," Halo suggested, all the while trying to shake off the part of her that was saying it was something more, "We just gotta get you back to Doc bot."
Bumblebee nodded, but it wasn't hard for her to tell that he was worried on the inside.
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Ratchet looked over Bumblebee's frame with his medical scanner, carefully searching for any sign of damage. Raf stood nearby next to Jack and Miko, worried for his friend.
The team was watching nearby, including Halo - who was secretly hoping this wasn't any worse than a minor malfunction.
"Y-You can fix Bee, can't you?" Raf asked hopefully.
The doctor continued to scan him, "Bumblebee was hit pretty hard. The stun blast may have fried his T-cog."
"Is that like a T-bone?" Miko asked.
Arcee shook her helm, "Not exactly; it's organ that allows us to scan vehicles and transform."
"By the AllSpark..." Ratchet murmured in disbelief, ceasing to scan Bumblebee, "Bumblebee's T-cog isn't damaged...it's missing."
The room was sent into stony silence. Halo's expression hadn't changed, but inside she felt like she had the day that...the dark day of Tyger Pax, her final battle as part of the Autobot army.
Someone finally had the courage to speak up.
"But the Decepticons transform too," Jack said, confused, "Why would they steal that?"
"Megatron may be known to raise zombies but he's no ghoul," Ratchet said.
Raf looked up at the medic, "But if Megatron wasn't behind this...who was?"
Bulkhead realised the only possible answer, "The ones who cannibalised Breakdown."
"And tried to gut me," Arcee added.
"MECH," The doctor suddenly looked very serious, "And it appears their knowledge of Cybertronian biotech has grown more sophisticated."
Halo was the only one who didn't understand, "Wait. Who's MECH?"
"Really bad humans," Bumblebee explained, "Basically, they want to strip us for spare parts to make more advanced tech."
"But why would they want Bumblebee's part?" Raf asked.
The scout angrily got up, "Doesn't matter. I'm gonna go get it back."
He tried walking away but was stopped by Optimus.
"Bumblebee, please," Optimus said, placng a servo on the scout's shoulder, "You are not presently equipped to handle this."
"Optimus, you don't understand what this is like," Bumblebee sighed, "My T-cog is the most important part of me."
"You are mistaken, my friend. I do know what it's like to lose a vital part of oneself. And, as a result, know the value of putting your faith into the strength of those around you. We vow to do everythig in our power to make you whole again."
"And, if not, Ratchet can just make you a new cog-thing, right?" Miko suggested.
That's what sent Bumblebee over the edge.
"You've gotta be kidding me!" He exclaimed, burying his helm in his hands as he slumped down on the medical berth.
Miko shrugged, "What'd I say?"
"Miko, a T-cog is a bio-mechanismnot a scrapyard find," Ratchet told her, "If it were that easy, don't you think I would've replaced Bumblebee's voicebox by now? Or that Halo Jyn would have her sight back?"
That kind of stung.
The gold and silver femme just didn't anticipate it. But, although she was hurt on the inside, she didn't let it show. Wheeljack had taught her to be strong. She didn't plan on letting her feelings take over.
No one noticed anyway.
"Bio-mechs can't just be rebuilt," Bumblebee explained, mainly just to Raf since the others couldn't understand him, "Without being able to transform, I'm pretty much useless."
"You're not useless, Bee," Raf said in an attempt to comfort his friend.
The scout momentarily glanced up at him, but sighed as he returned to gazing at the space ahead.
"Alright," Bulkhead finally spoke up, "I say none of us transform 'til Bumblebee gets his cog back."
Arcee turned to him, "Your spark's in the right place, Bulkhead, but I don't think now is the time to be limiting ourselves."
"Not with Megatron potentially seeking out other Doomsday devices," Optimus agreed, "And I fear not while MECH uses Bumblebee's T-cog for their own sinister purpose."
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Halo walked absent-mindedly into the supply room. She just needed time o think without a bunch of other people in the room. Plus, whatever those MECH guys had done hadn't broken her visor, but it did feel different than it usually was.
A thousand thoughts were going through her processor.
This was a bad idea. I never should've come. I should've just stayed in space where people were far away and not my problem.
Bumblebee wasn't her problem, though. He was her friend and he was in trouble.
But she couldn't deal with that then.
She sighed as she removed the visor, revealing what lay beneath. She had a normal Cybertronian face, except for the area around where her optics should've been. Instead of optics was a gold metal band that had been attached to her to cover the all but permanent damage.
Halo carefully examined the visor with her hand, trying to pinpoint the origin of why it was playing up. Finally, she found a partially-melted section of it, which almost had broken through to the wires.
She sighed when she realised the damage; Didn't those guys know what happened when a Cybertronian metal alloy like her visor combined with the raw, concentrated energy of a blowtorch?
Either way, she picked up the spare welder and began to meld the silver metal shut.
"Haley? You ok?" A voice asked from the doorway of the room.
The femme cursed inwardly, remembering she'd left the door unlocked.
"I'm fine, Bulkhead," She lied, "Just checking that my visor's good."
"You just seem a little...I don't know, out of it."
She shrugged, "Just a little weird being on solid ground, I guess."
The green Wrecker didn't buy it though, "That it, Haley?"
"Yeah," Halo told him, "Really, I'm fine. Shouldn't you be dropping Miko off home?"
He shook his helm, "She wants you to take her."
"Well, like I said, I'm busy."
"You're not shaken up about the MECH thing are you?"
"I don't get shaken up."
"Well something's upsetting you."
She kept her back to him, feeling herself grow more and more annoyed, "Bulkhead, please just leave me alone."
"You don't seem like yourself, Haley-"
"How can you even say that?!" She exclaimed, still not facing him, "You left when I was ten orns old, centuries ago! And 'Haley' was gone the day this happened." She pointed to her blinded optics, "I'm not the same scared little kid you left behind. Now, it's Halo Jyn."
She didn't mean to yell at him (one thing Wheeljack had shown her unintentionally was how to have a short temper). But, on top of all the other stuff going on, it was kind of exhausting to be nice and get her point across at the same time.
Her having a go at him was followed by an uncomfortable silence. Bulkhead opened his mouth to speak, but then decided against it. Halo heard his footsteps as he left and walked on down the hallway.
As soon as she was sure he had turned the corner, she ran over to the door and locked it. Her back rested against it as the regret began to sink in.
Scrap; she had yelled at Bulkhead. One of the most important people in her life.
She froze as another memory came flooding back.
What had happened not long after Bulk had left...
"He's a traitor to the Wreckers!" Seaspray yelled, fury lacing his voice as he stormed into the room, "Why the Pit are you defending him?!"
He took no notice of Halo.
The young femme looked up from where she was sitting in the main room of the Wrecker base - the same room where she'd found the Wheeljack and Bulkhead fighting a few weeks ago. Right then, it seemed to be the center of all arguments.
Her silvery-white hair was tied into a messy side-braid as she sat drinking her energon ration and - for lack of anything better to do - studying a data pad.
Wheeljack followed Seaspray into the room, averting his gaze when he saw her there.
"C'mon, Seaspray, Haley doesn't need to hear this," He told the old 'bot.
Seaspray crossed his arms, "No. She deserves to know why you're standing up for Bulkhead, that deserting coward-"
"STOP!" Halo's voice cut him off from saying anything more.
The two looked surprised at the sudden outburst from the kid. She stood on the seat, fists balled angrily, the expression on her face saying it all.
"Bulkhead isn't a traitor and he isn't a coward," She said determinedly , "He's the bravest 'Bot I know. If he said that he had to leave, I trust him. And he'll be back soon anyway so he isn't a deserter."
Seaspray just laughed at her, "You're not really so naive to believe that load of scrap?"
"Quit it, Seaspray, before you say somethin' you regret," Wheeljack tried to get him to pipe down, but he wouldn't listen.
"Bulkhead has left the Wreckers. He isn't ever coming back. Not for me, not for Wheeljack-" He glared directly at the femme, who was beginning to grow afraid that what he was saying could be true, "And definitely not for some weak, pathetic, orphaned kid he just found left in the streets, unwanted by her own FAMILY!"
That's when all calmness left the building.
Before he knew what was happening, the blue mech was on the ground, sent there by a punch filled with hatred from Wheeljack. The white mech glared remorselessly at Seaspray.
"Get. Out," He ordered, "Last warning."
Seaspray looked up, in shock of what had just happened as he wiped the running energon from his mouth and felt the slight dent the punch had made there.
He didn't recognise the emotion in Wheeljack's optics and that was what most frightened him the most.
So he left, probably to go see Road-buster (the Wreckers' resident medic).
As soon as he was gone, Wheeljack turned back to Halo. Tears welled in the young femme's optics, but she wouldn't let them fall just so Seaspray could be proven right.
"He's lying, Haley," he told her, "You how much you mean to everyone here, even that old 'bot."
"Then...wh-why did he say what he said?" The femme asked, holding back her urge to cry.
Wheeljack shrugged, "Anger can make 'bots say stuff, do stuff that they wouldn't normally do. You know Seaspray isn't like that."
She stayed silent for a few seconds before stuttering, "B-Bulk's not coming back..." She looked up at Wheeljack, "Is he?"
The white mech wanted to tell her she was wrong, but the truth was that he didn't know either. For once, Wheeljack - of all Autobots - didn't know what to say. He just sighed and resorted to the only thing he could think to say.
"I don't know."
As the memory ended, so did Halo's ability to keep everything in. She sank to the floor, her mind flooding with all the people she'd let down: Bulkhead, Wheeljack, Bumblebee. Pit, even her own parents and brothers didn't want to keep her.
Seaspray had apologised to her later on, but that didn't undo what he'd said. It didn't take away pain she'd felt in that moment or every time she recalled it.
It didn't stop her from wondering why she should believe that anyone else would think more of her when her own family gave her up.
Knock it off, she told herself, Past in the past. Future's all you gotta think about.
And that future included helping a certain yellow, black-striped mech retrieve his stolen bio-mechanism.
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The next morning was seemingly quiet. After centuries of travelling in a tiny space shuttle like the Angel (which was currently sitting in the garage-like room of the base), it was nice to finally get a good night's sleep.
But, the cost of a lie-in, the chance of over-sleeping and waking up way later than planned - Halo discovered that when she checked her built-in digital clock and realised it was almost midday.
She almost didn't care and would've stayed in her room all day if it weren't for the fact that Bumblebee probably needed a supportive friend more than he did a tired one.
So that's what led Halo to forcing herself out of her berth and heading down the hall to the main room.
Unfortunately, she didn't exactly have the best timing.
"Leaving the base in this form puts you at risk of being seen and of us being discovered!" Ratchet's voice yelled from up ahead in the room, caused her to stop in her tracks, "You'll just have to remain in the silo until-"
"Until what, Ratchet?" The scout demanded, "Until you can fix me?"
Halo guessed he didn't give the medic a chance to reply as his heavy footsteps stomped towards the hallway. The black and yellow mech stormed towards her, doorwings lowered dangerously. His optics were narrowed and radiated anger.
Long story short - she didn't need sight to know that he was upset.
"Hey, Bee? What happened?" Halo said warily, dreading to ask.
He didn't respond. He just marched right past her like she didn't exist. Confused by how he was acting, the silver and gold femme spun around and stormed after him.
"Bumblebee?" She repeated, a little more ire in her voice.
The scout stopped walking, still refusing to face her, "What happened is that everyone thinks I can't do anything now that my T-cog's gone."
"I'm sure that's not true."
"Great, now you think I don't know what I'm talking about."
"Bee, I don't-"
"Don't what?" Bumblebee turned to her, "I'm not dumb and I don't need your pity."
The femme almost backed away. This was a different side to him. Of course, she understood why he was acting the way he was. If it was anyone else, she would've told them to get over it.
"What happened to ignoring pity?" She countered.
"You're still on that?" He glared, "In case you didn't notice, a lot has happened in the past few hours.
She was really starting to get ticked off, but still wouldn't let it show, "That doesn't change who you are."
Bumblebee scowled, Just back off."
Halo gritted her teeth, trying to suppress the urge to yell something she already knew she'd regret. Her plan half-worked.
"Alright, listen up," The femme demanded folding her arms, "In case you didn't realise, this is my attempt to comfort you, which - ironically - is out of my comfort zone. If you want to actually talk to me without that annoyed edge in your voice then ok, but I'm not here to be a punching bag."
The tone in her voice was serious, not in a cold way but in a way where even Bumblebee knew not to mess with her. He was about to speak, but decided against it on account of how serious she sounded.
Plus, he regretted yelling at her.
It wasn't her or Ratchet's fault what had
Halo sighed, "Bumblebee...I'm sorry that this is happening to you. But I heard you and Ratchet fighting back there. Pushing away the people who care about you isn't exactly the best idea."
He nodded before looking up at her, "Heard that one before?"
"No," She half-smiled, "I haven't been around 'people who care about me' in centuries."
"Halo, I..." Bumblebee was about to apologise (like Halo knew he would) when he felt her hand on his shoulder.
"Ok, seriously," Halo stopped him, "A - I told you not to do that. And B - just...appreciate your friends."
He nodded, genuinely taking in what she had said before smirking, "Can I count you as a friend?"
Instead of replying, she just smiled, turned around and began walking towards the main room.
"We'll see."
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Around three, Ratchet and Arcee had to go pick up the kids. Bulkhead was left on watch duty along with Halo and Bumblebee, currently telling the latest recruit about what humans did for fun.
It was only slightly awkward since Bulkhead was over near the computer monitor and they were around the kids' hangout.
"So...humans watch movies about 'aliens and giant 'robots', but it would freak them out to actually see us?" She questioned.
Bumblebee nodded, "Yeah. You'll see - Miko'll probably convince you to watch a creature-double-feature at some point."
Halo paused for a second, about to ask something else when a beeping noise came from the computer. Both 'bots ran over to Bulkhead, curious as to what it was.
"What is that, Bulk?" Bumblebee asked.
"This could be it," The green mech replied, "I'll alert the others."
"Why? You, me and Halo can get the relic on our own."
"I know we can handle it, Bee, but there's no reason to..." The Wrecker sighed, "What're you trying to prove?"
"That I'm not useless without my T-cog."
Bulkhead looked pleadingly at Halo, who stood with her arms folded.
She shrugged, "You did ask."
Again, the green Autobot sighed, "Sorry, Bee, but nope. No way. Not happening."
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In a few minutes, all three of them were through the ground bridge and at the site of the beacon.
Bulkhead shook his head, "I still don't know how you two talked me into this. You're worse than Miko."
Halo smirked, "C'mon, Bulk. If I can shoot an arrow, Bumblebee can kick some 'con aft."
Bumblebee joined in, "I can still fight without a T-cog."
"Yeah, yeah," The green Wrecker turned back to reading the monitor.
"Pretty sure we were doing fine on Cybertron without wheels," HJ added.
"Exactly."
Bulkhead nodded, "I know. Not every mission ends in a high-speed pursuit, but without your-"
"Bulk!" Bee exclaimed, "Just let it go already."
He shrugged, "Fine, I'll drop it. But if Optimus finds out, this was not my idea."
The yellow mech roled his optics, "Sure, Bulkhead."Halo's smile at the two quickly disintegrated as a rumbling noise came from deep in the cave in front of them: an engine. She turned her helm towards the cave entrance, drawing her weapon as she did so.
"Signal's coming from over there," Bulkhead informed them.
"Something's moving our way," She warned them, "And it's moving fast."
The roar of the car engine grew louder as a familiar crimson-red car shot out of the cave. He swerved to miss the three Autobots.
"Catch me if you can!" Knock Out taunted.
Without waiting for the others, Halo mounted her weapon on her back, transformed and charged after the car. Bumblebee and Bulkhead stayed behind though, learning the hard way that Knock Out wasn't the only Decepticon there.
The young femme darted gracefully around the twists and turns of the mountain roads. Ahead of her, Knock Out grinned to himself.
"Ah. So I see the Autobots have recruited yet another runt for the SS Sinking-Ship," he insulted.
"Keep talkin', Con," She dared, "It'll make kicking your sorry aft a whole lot easier."
He merely laughed, "Honestly, you femmes are so sensitive."
That only made her go faster.
Bad move.
Once he was sure she'd taken the bait, the red Decepticon released pin-like objects into the road.
Jyn had just enough time to think 'Oh scrap'. She slammed the brakes on. Unfortunately, they proved to be ineffective as her tyres painfully collided with the sharp shards. The slashes caused the air to escape from them and flood out.
The brakes were still useless.
Her frame - still in bike form, couldn't turn the next corner. Instead, she smashed into a surprisingly-strong tree trunk. Through the pain, she transformed back into robot mode.
She grabbed her arm, which appeared to be hurting the most, "Scrap, that's gonna leave a mark."
Knock Out smirked smugly and stopped driving just before passing an old gas station, "Too bad. Gold does look good on you."
If she'd heard him clearly, she would've told him to shut up.
Hearing components still ringing, she didn't notice when Bumblebee came running around the corner after them. Seeing Halo, his optics widened with worry.
"Halo!" The yellow mech kneeled down next to her, "You ok?"
She shook her helm, "Don't worry about me. Go after the relic." She sensed he was about to protest, "GO!"
Reluctantly, the yellow mech got up. He glared at the red Decepticon and began to run towards him.
"Sporting of you," Knock Out said suspiciously as he charged ahead.
Bumblebee aimed his arms at him, expecting them to transform into blasters. They didn't.
"Huh?" The mech tried again but still nothing.
"Your not even gonna try and shoot out my tyres?" Knock Out exclaimed as he came to a halt just outside the abandoned gas station, "Bumblebee, where's your famous horsepower, huh? Show me some speed!"
Bumblebee balled his fists, narrowing his eyes at the Decepticon, "You want speed? You got it."
Determined to retrieve the relic, Bumblebee began to charge as fast as he could force himself to go.
The red car just laughed mockingly and continued to drive away just as Bumblebee was about to catch up to him.
Halo struggled to stand up, leaning against a tree with her good shoulder but still clinging to her hurt arm. Her senses were all over the place after the impact of crashing but she could just about make out the sound of rusted metal being moved and old rubber tyres scraping along the tarmac roads.
Oh scrap, the Wrecker sighed to herself, Bee, what're you doing?
"Bumblebee!" she yelled to her friend, who was currently barrelling down the road after Knock Out in a rusty old truck, "Bad idea!"
But he was too far ahead to stop now. The Decepticon's torment wasn't exactly helping convince him either.
Scrap! She cursed silently.
This could not end well.
FYI, not done with that end scene. I just figured I should ypdate soon so ya'll know that I'm still working on this story and Silver Sun.
Prepare for a major plot twist at sone point in this story (not saying when) because I've been plannig this for forever.
Until all are one,
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