[Video] Wreckers Assemble [Part Locked to Bulkhead]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[The feed opens up, showing what looks to be a rough-draft edition of the Jackhammer. Or at least the top of it, anyway. An odd place to have a video post... although it's probably obvious who this is from, now. A little ways away is Wheeljack, propped up on one of the metal sheets of the ship, inspecting his swords. He seems almost...completely engrossed in them, to the point of where this might be an accidental video.

Oh wait, he flicks his eyes towards it once, then back down. This broadcast seems entirely on purpose. It takes a few minutes for him to respond, biting his lip before making an attempt to speak.]

So. With the Police Force up and runnin' the way it should be, forming it's own little clubhouse, I think it's time to make another proposition for ya guys. Ones who may or may not exactly like following rules.
 

I'm looking for bots, or even some of you organic types to form a team of Wreckers. We had a group here, but all...or most of em are gone. Don't know what a Wrecker is? Here's the rundown for ya: Black Ops. Guys who take missions that no sane commander will take. The ones who aren't afraid to get their hands dirty. We work outside the chain of command, meanin' you're under MY command, not the Police Force or Law Committee.
 

[He rolls his eyes. This part got him in trouble last time, so he'll post a disclaimer.]

For all you angels of the law, I'm not goin' on manhunts for no reason. So calm your tailpipes before you even start with me.
 

[And he's back to inspecting his sword, perking an eyebrow.]

I hate paperwork, so just convince me if you think you're good enough. In a spar. I ain't jokin' around this time.
 

[Locked to Bulkhead]

Hey, I know you're part of Team Prime and all...

So I don't blame ya if you sit this out. Family first, right?

[That still felt odd to say.]

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[heytheresugarbot]

Sounds like my kinda thing!

You can count on me Bossbot!

[Video]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

I like your spirit, Skippy. You think you can handle bein' under my command?

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[toguidethem]

[Aside from adding Wheeljack to his watch list, Cody decides to speak up.]

Are sure that's a good idea? I mean, a group like yours would be useful in a normal setting, but... here?

I don't think I see the point.

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Of course, he wouldn't expect a kid to know about this.]

Listen kid, I've been here cycles longer than you have. Know what happens? Baddies appear. Waves of em.

Tell me how a strike team for that isn't useful. Humans have brains, or so Ratchet told me.

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[wrex_it_krogan]

Been wanting some kind of action. Joining's better than letting moss grow on my ass.

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

I seem to remember you bein' interested. What're your specs.

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[sword_redemption]

I'm in.

[He needs the purpose, if nothing else. He needs to feel like he's doing something this place needs.]

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

Drift!

[Okay, maybe a little too excited there. Still, nice to see you, buddy.]

You got nothin' to prove to me. I know just how much aft you can kick.

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[gunfondlingbattlestat]

I'm not much for sparring; more long-range ballistics.

I was a Wrecker, once, though.

[At least this might be something familiar here he could lean on until he got his balance back. Even if the thought of Wheeljack being a swordsmech and a Wrecker made him pause.]

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack's just going to take a minute to stare at you, Perceptor. If only because you remind him of someone else...]

Have we met?

I...mean long range? How so?

[He'll just continue staring, if you don't mind.]

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[kingofthetvworld]

[Wait, what? Didn't we do this before?]

Y-Y-Y-You kicked me off?! How cruel...

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

[He was waiting for this.]

Sorry kid. I need people who are serious on this.

Besides, word on the street is you're more of a medic.

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[prettyfly4adinobot]

Wait. Let me, Swoop, get this straight. Me fight you, then me maybe part of flock that not stuck with bunch of boring laws?

[He chirps. This sounds too good to be true! ... Hrm.]

What catch?

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

That's pretty much it. No paperwork, no nothin'. You can put anything on paper, but there's only one way to show what you're really made of.

Catch? You're under my command. You don't act on behalf of the Wreckers unless you get word from me.

[raceme]

The Police Force is not afraid to get their hands dirty either, you know. [But that's all Blurr's going to say about that part of the post. They already had an argument once and he can imagine that Wheelack might be used that most of the first Wreckers are now gone.]

How's the recruitment going?

Oh, and you are still not allowed to die. That's an order. [He knows how much you like those, so he's trying to light up the situation.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

I...wouldn't go around proclaimin' that Blurr. Gettin' your hands dirty means using less-than-civil ways of dealin' with things.

Got some bites. Pretty impressed with the lineup, if I say so myself.

[And cue eyebrow raise.]

'm afraid I don't take orders from you, Blurrk. But I'll consider it.

[A small smirk?]

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[robotfightclub]

[Arcee's been dealing with too much team-related stress lately and this isn't helping. It's hard to accept that the team is in shambles, and if she can see the mess it's in, chances are Bulk can see it too.

Which is why this worries her.]

I want to know Bulkhead's position in all this.

[Yeah, okay, she doesn't know that Wheeljack hasn't heard from him yet. But considering their relationship, she sort of just assumes he knows by now.]

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[neverputincharge]

Arcee...

[Surprisingly, or not, he sounds almost indecisive.]

[deadlydoctor]

Oh, perfect. This is exactly what this place needed, a suicide squat. [Sarcasm. Sarcasm everywhere.]

Primus, you made me sounds like Ratchet.

Don't blow up anything near Solus temple.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Not really sure why you've got that energon prod up your aft, Doc. You'd think you'd be pleased to know we Autobots like sending ourselves to the Allspark.

[Sarcasm right back.]

Guess he's rubbin' off on you, yeah?

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[sciencetank]

Charming.

An entire squad following in your needlessly heroic footsteps. This is going to end spectacularly.

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

I'm flattered, Perce. Confidence in me like that is what keeps me going.

["You ass."]

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[furryfarkinfiend]

...Not going to lie, mate, you've got my attention moreso--despite me being on the police force.

Sounds a lot like the team I use to be apart of back home.

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

Yeah? You're apart of the PF? I'd hate to snag ya from that.

No kidding. They had a strike team where you were, fuzzy?

[Same lock]

[neverputincharge]

[It takes him a while to respond. Which may or may not have been a surprise. The post had caught his interest. But he was hit with indecision at the lcked part, and especially after Arcee's response.]

Family will always matter, I'll be there if they need me.

But...I don't wanna sit this out.

[Same lock]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[He expected no less out of Bulkhead, but with their new relationship status, Wheeljack had to start...thinking outside of just him. As new of a concept as that was.]

Figured you'd be on board. Just...wanted to make sure you thought about it.

How's the team feel?

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[imnotyours]

Sounds like you're asking for trouble.

[Chin resting in her hand, Lyra gives him an approving sort of look even as she says it.]

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

When trouble comes knocking, you gotta answer, right kid?

[He catches that look in her eye, a small wink in return.]

[knightinbluearmor]

Hm.

[Melan tilts his head on the side, eyes scanning the robot. He doesn't understand everything (Black Ops?) but he is in dire need of a commander, and he won't trust the police.]

Where do you want us to spar?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Hm.

[He's silently sizing you up, Melan, a bit impressed. You really get down to business.]

I'll let you choose. Fight where you're comfortable.

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[namesnotprowl]

Mm. Much as I enjoy a good tousle, I've never had a good relationship with organizations called Wreckers. No offense your particular brand, of course.

[But his Wreckers were asses, and worse they wouldn't die.]

Though. If something crops up and your organization happens to require a medic, I'm quick, and capable at fieldwork.

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

None taken, 'Cade. I can't imagine why you'd have a rough time with an Autobot organization meant to tear you guys apart.

[There's some sarcasm in there, but it's well intended.]

Really now. So I can count on you as medic on duty?

[video] /rolls in late

[cliffjumper]

... Might consider it.

[Cliffjumper frowns, crossing his arms over his chestplates. He doesn't mind the idea, but he sure as slag isn't sure he trusts anyone here to work under them, with the exception of the Optimus present, and Megatron, of course.]

What sorta spar are we talkin' about anyway? [Because while Cliffjumper always and forever won't hesistate to throw himself helmfirst into things, literally and metaphorically, he's also pretty well aware he's not... the strongest mech out there.

Just because he likes going toe to toe with enemies, doesn't mean he doesn't know he ought to keep some distance.]

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack was glad to see such a turnout. The first one was...less than ample. But he'll give the rundown. Just in case he needs convincing.]

Fight till one bot's down. Your weapon of choice. Time and place are up to you unless you leave it up to me.