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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You're not listening to me.

Are you?

Sorry, I tend to tune out all the science babble.

Got a too-long-didn't-read version?

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No.

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Not even a little?

Go back and listen to what I just said very slowly.

Or.

alternatively.

You could simplify it.

That was simple.

...Have you ever spent more than an hour dealin' with YOURSELF?!

That's not physically possible. So, no.

Lemme tell ya, it's not a fun ride.

And yet you remain on the line.

And so do you. What'd you call me before?

Insufferable?

Ah! So you were listening.

It's a thing I do from time to time.

Speakin' in all seriousness, Sarge. There's no current threat right now. The ship's gonna get finished.

How surprising.

Mmmhmm. You say that now. Wait until you inevitably become mired in the politics, debate, and empty-headed posturing of group hierarchy amongst warrior types.

Whoa. You said the P word. I do not get myself involved in that scrap.

I do one thing, and one thing only. Fight.

I said it, because it's the truth. Any group invariably includes some form of politics, however minor they may be.

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You're worried.

... How in Primus' blazing pelvic pistons did you come to that absurd conclusion!

You're WORRIED.

I'm leaving.

Nice chattin' with ya, Percy!

Always a good time.

I'm going to bloody well fix that wretched ship on my own. You're going to get roadblocked in needless heroics and...

[GRUMBLE MUTTER TRAIL OFF.]

Tell ya what. We'll work on it tonight. You and me.

It'll be fun. Bonding time or whatever you guys on a team call it.

You'll forgive me for not leaping for joy. Delicate equipment and all.

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