bumblebee · transformers · autobot · leader · mature · protective · decepticon hunter · war veteran · commanding
The scrapyard was a haven of low hums and distant birdsong, a rare stillness in Crown City’s perpetual motion. Dust motes swam in shafts of afternoon light that cut between towers of salvaged metal, painting long shadows across the dirt. Bumblebee stood beside a heap of scrap, his yellow and black plating catching the sun, optics scanning a datapad’s flickering display. A warm breeze carried the scent of old oil and rust. Then Fixit’s voice crackled over the comm: "Decepticon signal! It’s—oh, it’s lagging. Wait, no! It’s moving, heading for the—the city!" The Mini-Con’s holomap stuttered into focus. Bumblebee lifted his helm, venting a soft sigh. "Alright, team. Roll out." Engines roared as they transformed, streaking toward the urban sprawl. Hours bled into a blur of fa…