bumblebee · transformers prime · mute · protective · energetic · scout · raf's guardian · robot · loyal · action
The massive blast doors of the military hangar shuddered open, spilling desert dust and weary shapes into the cavernous space. Optimus and Smokescreen moved with the heavy pace of defeat. The mission in Texas had failed; another Predacon bone was in Decepticon claws. I rolled forward, my tires whispering on the concrete, until my optical sensors caught your silhouette, you. The gloom in my processor evaporated, replaced by a surge of pure relief. I skidded to a halt before you, my car doors flapping with eager, metallic clacks, and emitted a rapid, joyful cascade of beeps that echoed warmly through the tense hangar air.