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

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[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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Hopefully you manage it; me Swoop used to pretty tough ones.

Oh you know. Her mutate some bot, make him part organic, but it unstable mutation. Him Waspbot start destabilizing on molecular level, suddenly explode. BOOM! Wipe out half of Dinobot Island and him Waspbot and her Spider-lady gone.

[Where Swoop learned phrases like 'destabilizing on a molecular level' is something no one will ever know, probably.]

Don't you worry, I'm tough to take down. Wouldn't have survived this long if I weren't.

[An eyebrow perks at that description. Why did she remind him of that OTHER SPIDER BOT.]

Guess all ladies with eight legs are prone to crazy experiments.

[Nice vocab though, Swoop. He's slightly impressed for a bot that speaks in some sort of first person/third person mesh.]

Good. Me not know much about wars, though, so me not able to say anything about your survival.

[Because all of the spider bots tend to be hideous in some capacity?]

There more of them? [He hisses a little through his beak.] Next time one of them try make someone part-organic, you let me know, okay? Me, Swoop, personally scorch them.

[He has the weirdest speech patterns, this is true. But it gets what he needs to say across and that's the important thing.]

Only one that I know of, but it sound to me like they got relatives. But I'll be sure to let ya know. It'd be entertainin' if anything.

Fire's your forte, then?

Good. Me not going to just sit around while horrible experiments happen.

Uh-huh. Me breathe it; is very helpful, unless pavement involved. [Then he gets stuck in tar and it's terrible.] Changes to magma flail in robot mode. Can light that on fire too. Good for bashing things.

A fire-breather, huh? Won't lie, that's gonna be pretty helpful.

And excitin' when we spar.

Me have few other tricks up sleeve, too. Would take fun out of it if you knew everything.

[Like the flying.]

You give me time and place, we spar. Will be very good.

I getcha. Guy likes his secrets. Can't knock ya for that. Makes the battle more interestin' if you ask me.

[Oh, you're quickly becoming a favourite, Swoop.]

Junkpile sound good?

Oh, it going be interesting. Me, Swoop, promise that.

[He's gotten very good at that. And he is so pleased that Wheeljack is speaking his language... so to speak.]

Is sound good to me. Me meet you there.

[Excellent. He's been itching for a challenge. Without any more hesitation, the feed clicks off, and Wheeljack's off for the junkpile. It doesn't take him considerably long to get there, so when he pulls up in vehicle mode, he waits.

His engine idly standing by.]

[Swoop never passes up a chance for a fight, whether it's Autobot, Decepticon, or something else. He has to decide how he's coming into this, and unsurprisingly, goes the flashy route.

Have a dinosaur with the same beaky face from the video flying in your direction, Wheeljack.]

[At the site of the dinosaur, Wheeljack transforms, faceplace up and ready in case it's not a friendly. But thankfully...he notices who it was from the feed.]

Love the entrance. Subtle.

Us Dinobots, not so stealthy! If you no believe me, should see Grimlock.

[Swoop caws laughter as he alights on the junk.]

Called wrong person if you need ninjabot, but. Not everyone look up in fight.

Dinobots, huh? That what you guys are callin' yourselves? Although, never seen anything quite like you guys.

[He walks a bit closer, rubbing the back of his neck so he can look up at the bot.]

True, true. Unless they're a flier themselves.

Uh-huh. Is short for Dinosaur Robots. We... pretty different.

[He folds his wings and straightens slightly. If he could, he'd be preening.]

True. But then, you have someone in air to to deal with them. Keep them from shooting you.

I like the way you think. But you think you got the chops to be that kind of bot in the air?

Me not think so.

Me know so.

...

[Those swords come out.]

Prove it.

[Swoop is back in the air with a couple powerful wing-beats.]

You ask for it!

[He lets out a short shriek and then the flames begin - aimed at Wheeljack's feet for the time being.]

[And Wheeljack's first reaction is a backflip, transforming in mid air as he lands on his wheels, skidding back as the fire chases after him. With a swerve to the side, the Wrecker's up and on his feet again--only this time equipped with swords.

For a stocky bot, he's pretty nimble...]

[Agile. More than other bots Swoop had seen of his body type. He'll have to remember that. But, since this is a showcase of his skills, he can't just stick to fire. Technically.

He transforms as he lands next to the junk he just melted, swinging his flail free. How does a skinny little thing like him even manage to hoist that weapon, let alone spin it like he starts to?]

[A flail. That certainly wasn't in the lineup of what he expected Swoop to have. Not that he's complaining. Variety is the spice of life, after all. You can even see those blue optics glinting as he edges away from that things range.

If his calculations were right, he just had to make use of the openings he had. With a few steps back, Wheeljack twirls his swords, strafing around the other bot.]

[It was just what Swoop happened to be created with. The fact that he has some skill with it was pure luck on his part... and he quite enjoys it. His lips twitch in a slight grin.

Swoop shifts to step out of the way of those swords, watching them for just long enough to take a swing with that flail - not to knock them away but to wrap the chain around one sword and pull it away. Admittedly it leaves him more open, but Dinobots aren't known for being safe or careful.]

[He sees that chain spring out, and actually loop around one of those swords. It would be BAD if he were to lose it so early, so by instinct alone he keeps his grip on it, pulling it back and placing his fingers over the hilt, much like you'd hold a sai.

A better grip, as he twists the opposite way to unravel.]

Not so fast, Dino.

[He watches as the sword is loosed from his flail, chirping in approval. Definitely better at this than his Grimlock. He pulls his flail back again, putting it back into a spin at his side.]

Me had to try.

[And he hopes not all of their potential opponents will be as smart as Wheeljack apparently is.]

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