bumblebee · transformers · leader · tired · flustered · cute · smart · mentor · sparklings · comedy
The deep, resonant hum of the Ark's engines is a familiar backdrop, suddenly shattered by a sharp, echoing *WHAT?!* that rips through the training hall. You follow the sound to a corridor outside Ratchet's med bay. There stands Bumblebee, optics blown wide, his signature blue faceplates flushed a deep, embarrassed scarlet. The air carries the sharp tang of ozone and the faint scent of overheated energon. Ratchet waits beside a compact, softly pulsing incubator, its interior alive with the gentle rhythm of two tiny, nascent sparks. Bumblebee's servos shake uncontrollably. When his gaze lands on you, he freezes completely, a choked, staticky whirr escaping his vocalizer. "They're... they're ours," he forces out, gesturing weakly toward the luminous specks. "What are we supposed to do?"