It is time to balance my meme karma, since I've been abusing both
suzukiblu and
banditjoeykuba's awesomeness lately.
So I will be writing anything Avatar, Transformers: Deadzone, or Transformers: Animated in the comments. Including any AU I've babbled at you about. Or any AU you can think of. Or anything involving my OCs. (I will only write other people's OCs with their
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Bumblebee lay still as First Aid pulled out the damaged vocoder. It looked much like the one he'd pulled out the week before - crushed and corroded, partially fused by damage, heat, and time. It didn't look as purely ancient as the other vocoder had been, but it was clearly mimicking the damages.
//i know,// Bumblebee said over the radio, his 'voice' flat and emotionless.
To First Aid, it sounded even more alien than the Gillanese language he caught on broadcasts now and then. Transformers weren't supposed to sound that way at all.
"I can replace it," he offered to Bumblebee. "But I don't know what caused this. It's entirely possible it will happen again."
He shouldn't offer to replace it, really. They have so few spare parts, even with the fabricator Perceptor rigged together and Pee-Dee repairing herself off of local scrap. But he couldn't just let Bumblebee go on like this, not when it's such an easy repair.
//no,// Bumblebee said. //you need to find out what's causing it. i can manage without.//
First Aid nodded. "All right. I'll have a talk with Perceptor and Botanica, see if we can't come up with a few theories. In the meantime, check in with me in a week, all right? Just to make sure there aren't any other strange changes."
Bumblebee nodded. //of course, first aid.//
He left, leaving First Aid with the faux-battle-damaged vocoder on a tray.
"Well," First Aid said to the empty medbay, "Pee-Dee can probably use it for parts. She's a Junkion. This is junk."
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