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re_alignment2013-04-06 04:14 pm
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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.]
Hey, I know you're part of Team Prime and all...
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.]
[ACTION]
So when he gets to Liege's temple, he transforms, looking around for the familiar bot.
Now if only he could remember where he's seen you before...]
[ACTION]
Greetings.
[ACTION]
Hey. Now before we get started, we're gonna have a name swap.
Name's Wheeljack. I'll give ya the run down since everyone else seems to find me like some kind of horned turbofox. I'm a Wrecker, never done any real science aside from engineering, I got a mouth, and my head things don't really light up.
[He's been through the motions before.]
And you?
[ACTION] I am a dumbass. Sorry
Perceptor. Scientist with a sub-specialty in long range precision shooting. I spent some time as a Wrecker under Springer and Kup.
[ACTION] it's chill!
[And a Wrecker no less.]
[action]
[...whoops. that might have come out a little more bitter than intended.]
[action]
[Don't mind if he starts sizing you up. Just bein' a boss-man. It's his job.]
So. You can hit ANYTHIN'.
[action]
If I can see it. Set your targets.
[action]
Alright. Let the hunt begin.
[He's not really expecting you to hunt. Not yet anyway. So he'll just survey the surroundings a moment. When finding something--a frosty icicle outcropping in the distance, he draws his sword, pointing in that direction.]
See that? Shatter it.
[action]
[The formation isn't near his maximum range - he doesn't even have to adjust his targeting reticle - nor is it moving. As soon as he takes the shot, he shifts his attention back to Wheeljack, waiting for the next target.]
[action]
That sword twirls in his hand, and in one swinging motion, points in the opposite direction. His aim sets on a much farther object, a crystal tree. One of Elita's planted ones.]
I want to see the branches pecked off.
[action]
[It probably looks... artistic, with all the little flying crystal shards?]
[action]
ImPRESSive....Okay, final test.
[His hand reaches around, unsnapping the grenade from his side.]
[action]
[Impressive? They're stationary targets. Hard to miss those. Perceptor quirks a brow ridge. Has Wheeljack ever met Springer? Perceptor has a sneaking suspicion that they would get along like gangbusters.]
[action]
Elita really likes those trees. Would be a shame if it was shattered to bits.
[Without even letting the other bot prepare himself, he hitches his arm back and chucks that grenade, watching it arch up and towards that tree. Once it hit ground, it would blow.]
Save my hide from Elita's wrath and blow that up for me.. The thing's gonna descend eventually.
[action]
[The grenade hitting the tree, or even the ground near it, isn't the only danger; the concussion wave from the mid-air detonation could be enough to topple the rest of the tree if Perceptor doesn't destroy it quickly enough.]
[But Wheeljack, while strong and crafty, can't fling the projectile faster than Perceptor can track it. And what he can see, he can hit.]
[After all, an arching grenade is nothing like a jinking Decepticon. Upside down. Hanging by his legs.]
[Wheeljack should be safe from Elita's wrath. Perceptor, however... has some work to do first, he thinks.]
Satisfactory?
[action]
Yeah, he can see why you were on the Wreckers, now.]
...
Consider yourself hired.
[action]
I also have some medical training, and a specialty in electrical engineering.
[Among others.]
[And, maybe, once they see some real action, Perceptor can show you some real skills.]
[action]
[He taps his chin, looking the bot up and down again.]
So, you're in?
[action] sorry! got distracted!
[action] No problem!
And keep your eyes sharp.