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Bumblebee grinned as he slid under the rapidly-closing door. Blasts hit the door as it slammed shut. A guttural roar came from the hall and he let out a cackle.
“GET OUT HERE AND FIGHT!” The bot chasing him screamed. After another slam, Bee decided it was time to get a move on. There was a worrying creak from the locked door. He yanked a chair up and shoved it in front of the door. Sparks erupted from where the chair had been bolted down, but he ignored them. Looking around, he eyed the windshield. He was in the control room of the ship, and through the windows he could see out into the water.
The ship had crashed some time ago, and Bumblebee had been jolted out of stasis because of course he was. Apparently, when they crashed, part of his pod had been damaged, and it woke him up after a few stellar cycles.
Now he was trying to get this psychotic Decepticon to leave him, and the rest of the Autobots, alone. He eyed the windshield again.
Bee had a plan, but he knew Ratchet would be pissed. Both at him for damaging the ship , and for potentially damaging himself .
Oh well, Bee thought, Ratchet’s not awake right now. And maybe I’ll have time to fix the windows before I wake the others up.
He pointed an index finger at the window and sparked.
Hopefully.
Lightning erupted from his fingertip and hit the window. Cracks spread through the entire front.
He wished he could have safely done more, but it would have to do. He didn’t want to get lectured on “overusing” his ability again.
Ratchet just doesn’t know how to have fun.
He clambered onto one of the many consoles and got as close to the window as he dared. Leaning his weight onto his servos, he kicked out with all his strength.
The window cracked a little more.
He kicked again.
The window shattered.
Water came flooding into the room, and he coughed aggressively as it entered his mouth. He ignored a computer sparking as he was slowly submerged.
Surprisingly, the water wasn’t acidic, like on Cybertron. At least it didn’t burn him, even if venting it was uncomfortable. He winced as the computers sparked a little more. He mumbled an apology to the ship and patted one of the consoles.
He nearly leapt out of his paint as the door burst off its frame. The ship seemed to forgive him, as the console flipped up by itself and shoved him out the window.
Bee sank for a moment, not entirely sure how moving around in the water worked. Cybertronian water wasn’t exactly safe to go in. He kicked out, and learning that it would boost him a little higher, repeated the motion. It wasn’t the easiest, but he learned well under pressure. Soon enough, he grabbed a hold of the front of the ship and popped up in the window again.
The Decepticon was coughing as the water entered his system. He got used to it a little quicker than Bee would have liked, but that’s just his luck. The ‘Con glared at him.
He gave a jaunty little wave, a wide grin across his face.
The ‘Con’s face, which had been a pale blue, was now red. His monocle had been replaced by goggles, covering both eyes. The only reason he knew it was the same ‘Con was because the rest of him hadn’t changed, just the face.
Bee’s spark dropped. This was Blitzwing, then. The certifiably insane triple-changer Decepticon. That’s who was trying to kill him.
It only got worse the longer he thought about it.
*****
He knew about Blitzwing, unfortunately. He had learned a lot about Decepticons, both through snooping through Restricted libraries and through listening to Optimus' studying.
[Optimus also had a bad habit of leaving his ID around, meaning Bee could get into just about anywhere when he felt like “borrowing” it.]
Blitzwing had three modes, Hothead, Random, and Icy. Icy had been who had originally been chasing him, until probably around when he slid under the door.
Primus was probably having a nice laugh about all this.
He yelped as a blast fired past his head. Plan forming, he gave another wave and kicked up, disappearing above the ship.
Blitzwing growled and followed him, yelling in pain as part of his leg got caught in the window.
The ship seemed to be protecting Bee, as it gave him more time to swim upwards by dropping part of the ceiling on the ‘Con’s foot.
The Decepticon yowled again, before aggressively yanking his foot out and swimming after him. While Blitzwing was much larger than Bee, he was also much slower.
Bee burst out of the water, gasping and coughing. The water was a lot heavier than air, and having both in his system was not ideal. He coughed out the rest of the water, giving himself a moment to inhale the air.
He frantically looked around, hoping to find something solid to escape the water with. Primus seemed to like him again, as he found himself close to a beach. He quickly swam to it, managing to nail Blitzwing in the face with his aggressively kicking legs. The Autobot reached land much faster than the ‘Con, and enthusiastically climbed out of the water. He nearly fell over once he stood up, not expecting the sudden change in gravity.
Bee sprinted through the sand, ducking as blasts followed him. He was getting really sick of running for his life, even if he’d only been doing it for a few stellar-cycles now.
A blast destroyed the tree next to him. He flipped over it with a smile, hoping that looking happy would make Blitzwing even more angry.
That worked,
Bee thought sarcastically as several trees nearby were incinerated with screams of rage.
*****
Bee skidded to a halt as the line of forest he had suddenly sprinted into ended. All that was in front of him was a rocky mountain. He could hear Blitzwing behind him, cursing at the foliage. He scanned the area, grinning when he saw a cave. It was high up, high enough that good old Blitzy wouldn’t be able to see him. Blitzwing, even if he did see it, would hopefully assume Bee would hide closer to the ground, since he was small and unable to fly.
Bee leapt onto a tree and began to climb. He swung off one branch into the rocks, scraping his legs and arms. Yellow paint chipped off, but it was minimal enough that he didn’t think Blitzwing would pay any attention to it. He reached up and climbed.
Once he had reached the small ledge where the cave was, he turned back down to see where Blitzwing was. He was a lot higher up than he thought, but Blitzwing hadn’t seen him yet.
Bee squatted on the ledge, leaning slightly over so he could see Blitzwing. The ‘Con had finally made it through the trees and stopped short at the mountain. Bee watched as the ‘Con looked around, confused.
He scooted back slightly, cursing his helm for having horns. Why did he have to be bright yellow? And horns, really? Who came up with his design?
The yellow was your idea. His processor helpfully reminded him.
He told it to shut the frag up.
At least it was night, and the yellow wouldn’t be as visible.
He slid into the cave, allowing the darkness to completely cover him. His biolights and eyes still were glowing, and he wasn’t sure how well Blitzwing could see. He dimmed his eyes and shifted so his biolights were more hidden. He wished he could just turn them off, but that could mean shutting part of his system down (not to mention risking falling into stasis), and he couldn’t afford that right now. He wasn’t sure when the others would be released from their stasis pods, and he didn’t want to be missing when they did.