[The Forest.]

Bumblebee was walking through the forest he was on a recon mission in; he was looking for Decepticon activity, optics laser focused on the ground below him. He knew how dangerous the forest could be for an ordinary human, but a giant alien robot? Much more dangerous. He was mostly bored, and exploring the forest allowed him some peace of mind of his own, self deprecating thoughts due to his size. He was only eleven feet six inches, much smaller than the twenty two feet tall behemoth that was Optimus Prime, his friend and father figure.

That’s why he was a scout, he supposed. It sucked. Sometimes Optimus Prime left him at the base due to his size and inability to properly defend himself, as had been proven, time and time again.

Sighing, he looked back up, only to be blinded by a blue, groundbridge-esque portal. Blinking, he turned around and waited for it to close due to how loud it was. He turned around as he heard the soft thump of another living thing hitting the ground.