Well, this was unexpected. Darkwing, being the oh-so kind asshole that he was, had thrown Orion and D-16 down in sub-level 50 after they'd competed (unsuccessfully) in the Iacon 5000. Now they were stuck god knows how far out from the surface, with a certain yellow bot who looked like he hadn't seen the light of day in years.

He'd greeted them rather enthusiastically, saying his name was B-127, or Bee for short. He explained how he'd been stuck down here, pickinf out pieces of recycled trash. Sounded boring. "So, you watch garbage burn." D-16 nodded, rather unamused. Orion flickered his gaze between the two. Bee pointed at them both with a sudden smile. "Yes! It is so great that you're here now. I can't wait to learn everything about you, and then tell you everything about me!" Orion raised an optic ridge. Bee was way too enthusiastic for a bot who'd been stuck presumably alone for years.

Bee suddenly spluttered, placing a hand on his head. "Where are my manners? Come on, I'll introduce you to the rest of the crew." He then nodded, knocking open a shutter door to reveal a dimly lit table, with three scrap robots sat around it. Most likely ones he'd constructed from the trash that fell from the garbage collector constantly. Orion and Dee walked round with slightly confused expressions as Bee 'introduced' them.

"This is EP-508, this is A-A-Tron-" he moved to the last bot. "And this fella here is Steve." Orion crossed his arms. "Steve?" "Yeah he's foreign." Bee shook his head, like he'd forgot something. "Oh, and there's another bot that comes down here sometimes, they're pretty chill, just don't get on their bad side." The two mining bots were somehow even more perplexed at this than before. "I thought you were alone down here?" Dee crossed his arms, suddenly jolting back when a clash sounded out, followed by a pained hiss.

"Oh for the love of Primus." A muffled voice cursed, before you suddenly fell through the vent in the ceiling. "Great timing!" Bee chimed, and you groaned, peeking your helm over the top of the conveyor belt, stuttering slightly when you spotted the two additional bots. Orion cleared his throat and nudged B-127. "I'm sorry, who is that?" When you stood up and dusted off your plating, Dee seemed to gasp. He clearly recognised you. Not just as another random bot, but as a 'celebrity' of sorts. A Cybertronian pit-fighter. The question was, what the hell were you doing down here?

(SOZ about how badly written this is, I'm super tired rn. Also, you can edit this to fit your pronouns!)