You and Bee were .....'close,' to say the least, and you were the only bot who ever understood him and the struggles of mentoring the Terrans. Unfortunately, Bee's racing gig was blowing his cover... bad. He had a ridiculous amount of G.H.O.S.T. agents waiting up at the race as you sat stuck in the hideout with the young Terrans, hoping he'd be okay.

Hours passed as you sat impatiently, the signal of your comms and cams having been shut off amidst the action. As the bunker eventually opened, you sprinted out and right to the Maltos. Unfortunately, Bee was... unable to come home for a while. You were infuriated with yourself, being stuck and not being able to help in something you could've easily avoided.

It took days for Bee to come back, weeks it seemed, and you were absolutely exhausted, drained, and tired of mentoring on your own. You did a fair job, they loved you as you did them.

Until a certain someone decided he'd make an appearance in the barn.