re_alignment | [Video] Wreckers Assemble [Part Locked to Bulkhead]

[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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[O-oh. She was afraid of this.]

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Just do it, Bulkhead. Don't let me stop you.

[He expected you to argue Arcee, what the heck?]

Arcee, hey. I...haven't even talked to Jackie about this yet. [It says something that he came to you first.]

You're still family. That'll never change. But...I just need somethin' ta do. It's...it's too quiet

[What's there even to argue about?]

It's okay. Without a war, there's no point in keeping a team anyway. Besides, no one seemed interested.

Look, I'm used to working solo, I'll be fine. Go back to the Wreckers. Just...keep in touch.

You could always join too.

[It's half-hearted cause he knows she probably wouldn't go for it.]

You're not losin' me that easily. I'll be around, and in contact. You keep in contact too. Seriously, if ya need me, or just wanna hang out or somethin'....

Yeah, and take orders from Wheeljack? I'll pass.

[At least he knew that was coming.]

...You know, I might be up for hanging out right now. ...No, you know what? Scratch that. I think we need to.

[He chuckles.]

Of course.

[There's no hesitation this time.]

We do. Anywhere you wanna meet up?

Somewhere quiet, just the two of us. Not really in the mood for outside distractions. My room's always empty, we can use that if you're up for it.

[Arcee pauses for a second once she realizes what she just requested.]

...Don't get any ideas.

[He could so make a joke right about that. But he restrains himself. Wouldn't feel right to joke like that at the moment.]

I'll be on my best behavior. I can meetcha at your room.

[Video] Wreckers Assemble [Part Locked to Bulkhead]

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