re_alignment | [Video] [Origin : Junk Pile] Macro-Dimensional shift gives me a headache.

Arright. Something is seriously wrong with Cybertron's chrono-dimensional anchor. I dunno who, or what, or even when, but this constant planet change is not right at all. I mean, first the whole planet resets like someone hit 'Undo All'... and now it does it again only there's apparently rusting First-Forged walking around!

Ugh. There's also a huge anomaly out here that shouldn't be sustainable without insane levels of energy but at this point I'm willing to just overlook it, given that we're probably dealing with some kind of rupture in fourth or possibly fifth dimensional barriers here.

[Have an extended sigh, as Wheeljack runs his hands over his faceplate.]

I coulda dealt with things as they were. I mean sure we had an overpopulation of three different factions on a Cybertron that seemed to want nothing more than to kill us but at least things were starting to get organized.

Now I'm back to piles of junk.

Ooooohkay. Bee, Prowl, Metalhawk, Starscream - If any of you made it, let me know. Oh and Bee, if yer out there, this was not me.

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Uh...well I never really considered replacin' em, yannow? What's the point? Just the way I came.

[Are you analyzing his ears, Wheeljack?]

I'm a Wrecker. Don't tell me ya never heard of em.

[You're his trans-dimensional self. EVERYTHING will be analyzed.]

Y-yeah, I've heard of them.

Where I come from, they're the Autobots suicide squad. Periodically someone gets together a bunch of bots with nothin to lose, goes after some high-up Decepticon warlord and usually everyone ends up dead.

Sound about right?

[And what on Primus' grey Cybertron would ever make a version of him sign up for the wreckers??]

Well whattya know! Ya have heard of us! Ya even chose the right vocabulary.

[Well, he certainly seems proud of that...]

[There's a long, long silence as Wheeljack takes this in, considers the implications and spends a few moments trying to imagine himself alongside the likes of Impactor and Whirl. Needless to say the image doesn't last very long due to how incredibly implausible it is.

Granted, Perceptor did decide that he wanted to follow that path but then this is the mech who drilled out his own optic. 'jack had always thought that something in Percy's finely analytic mind had just snapped one day. Thankfully he seemed to have the deathwish thing out of his system after Garrus-9 but still. He'd never understood the reasoning and to find out that he might end up doing that? It gave him chills to think that there might be some inherent glitch in science-bot programming that eventually led to going loose nuts and deciding to shoot a lot of people.

After mulling it over, he had only one question.]

WHY?

[The silence is long and extensive, and for awhile, Wheeljack thinks he may have accidentally broken his other-reality self. Well, that was a bummer. He was starting to like the guy too... He probably couldn't Lob with the guy, but he rattled on and on like Ratchet, and that was fun to poke at whenever he could.

When the engineer finally speaks up again, he can only shake his head, chuckling a bit.]

Seemed like a better use of my time than stayin' on Cybertron.

I'm guessin' this is a surprise to ya too.

[Without another moment's hesitation, he draws his two swords to show him.]

[Alright. So this other Wheeljack originates in a far removed reality from his. He can accept this.
Not understand, mind, but accept.]

[He might not a wreckers fanboy but he knows enough that no one joins up out of mere boredom. He'll let it pass for now though.]
Uh huh.

Oh jeez, it's like Drift all over again.
Here, these are my weapons of choice.

[A compartment on his legs slide open and he pulls out a wrench, which his wiggles at the camera]

No kiddin! Drift and I are good buds here! Fought off some vermin an' everythin'.

[Oh no. Don't wave that-WHEELJACK...

At the mere sight of it, the Wrecker!Wheeljack puts his hand on his helm, dipping his head slightly downward, as if trying to avoid something by default.]

[That's what it was. You reminded him of a fusion between himself and Drift. ... which was every bit as shudder-worthy as Wrecker-jack's comparison to ratchet earlier.]
Well, I'll tell ya what I told Drift - swords take up two much space for only doing one thing.

[He pauses, mid-waggle, before continuing with a mixture of confusion and amusement.]
What? It's just a wrench. A little shake won't hurt anything. It's not like it's my sub-sonic impact driver. Ah shoot, I just realized that got left behind too. Slaggit. I hate having to start over with no tools.

[Wheeljack quickly recovers from that, as soon as he remembers that it's on the other side of a screen and not directly in front of him.]

Heh, apologies for that. More often than not Ratchet ends up tossin' those things at my head.

I usually deserve it, too.

And I know what ya mean. I miss my grenades. Makin' em from scratch here just isn't the same.

[Why yes Wheeljack, he makes his own explosions just like you!]

[Still rather amused that the big bad wrecker flinched at a wrench, not gonna lie. He puts it back, regardless.]

Don't tell me that the Ratchet from your universe is a wrecker too. Personally I can't imagine him as anything other than a grumpy old medic but after this? It wouldn't shock me.

Oh? What kinda grenades? Standard fragmentary, I assume?
[What with you not being a scientist and all they probably wouldn't be the neat kind - like stasis field or cryo-spreading.
But you've gotten his interest.]

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