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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[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.

Not that I'd say no, necessarily, but how the frag's that a good idea if we use blasters, medics available or no?

[He might come have a spar just to see how it works and be available if needed, because he's not sure does want to join completely.]

Ah, you're a marksman. Then it's a little different. Unless you wanna go toe to toe with me.

We just test your aim.

While I've got a sniper rifle, ain't much needed to aim when you've got a cannon.

[Cliffjumper smirks and shifts on his feet a little. He's aware he's probably going to get his aft handed to him, a good punch or not, but well, when has he ever let that stop him?]

Wouldn't mind doin' both, though.

[Because why not.]

I like your style. Got a name? If not, I'll make one up for ya.

Then we'll decide time and place.

No thanks. [Cliffjumper eyes Wheeljack mock warily and then shrugs.]

It's Cliffjumper, and whenever ya feel up to it, I suppose.

[Let him show you the arsenal he's got, hmmm.]

Cliffjumper...?

[Sorry, he's just...surprised. He never thought he'd meet someone else's alternate. Well, like this.]

Uh... yeah? [This is about his alternate being dead, isn't it? Cliffjumper frowns, crossing his arms over his chest.]

Is it that surprisin'?

Sorry, it's just...This would be the third time I've met...you.

You collectively.

[He snickers a little.]

Yeah, this alternates thing can get confusin'. There's been two from one reality here, haven't there? [Cliffjumper pauses, optics narrowing a little.] That's kinda odd to me too, even when I've been to a place similar to this before. A lot of other people had doubles or alternates appeared, but I never met one of mine until here...

[That statement seems off, just a shade, but he can't put his finger on it and so just shrugs, ignoring it.]

Yeah, and believe me, that's all sorts of screwed up in itself. Didn't even remember me, and I introduced myself and everything.

Although the whole alternate universes thing pegs me as weird too. Apparently I'm the oddball out in my world.

The 'from different times' thing is super weird, plus when ya get the same person from your reality and they remember slag all.

[It happens.]

Well, ya get used to it after a while. [Cliffjumper shrugs, but the grimace slips through as well.] Even when you'd rather it. But gettin' surprised every time just doesn't work, especially when it's been goin' on for well over a fraggin' year, goin' on two.

Take it you've been in this situation before, even before you came here.

[There's a chintap as he thinks this over. There were...other other alternate universes? The very thought of it fried Wheeljack's neural net.]

Yeah, I have. [He huffs, shaking his helm.] There's another place like this one, that's open to other realities and people get drawn through to it... Apparently for their own safety, or whatever, rescued from between realities.

[And maybe that was true of the majority of the "visitors" to Axiom Nexus, but that didn't make the fact they couldn't leave any better, or that Shockwave had used some of them as experiments.]

Before that, though, I ended up in a negative polarity universe. Everything's reversed from normal there. [He pauses, the upper edge of one optic sliding up. Should be clear enough, right?]

Got at least two still around here from that universe.

...

[Wheeljack listens to this, almost unable to really brain this. Just how many alternate alternate realities were there? Too many, as far as he could tell. Ones that existed in Cybertronian worlds were enough, but add on those that didn't HAVE them, or ones like this, where people from other universes met?

It was just like the universe. It kept expanding.]

So...it's been a REAL long time since you've been home, huh.

[Cliffjumper couldn't tell you how many there are, but probably millions..?]

Yeah, unfortunately. [He grimaces, shaking his helm.] Not exactly a year in Axiom, we're gettin' closer to a year here... and I was a good while in the inverse dimension as well.

Though, if I have the choice, I'm goin' back there. They need all the help they can get, after all.

Yeah....yeah I don't blame you.

[Wheeljack's pretty much in shock. If hopping universes was this easy...who knows when he'd get back home...]

[Not easy, probably. All of the ones Cliffjumper has had experience with involves some sort of time-space anomaly (created or taken advantage of) or a spacebridge opened between dimensions by superpowered computers...]

... I dunno what your Megatron's like, but the Prime from the inverse reality? If ya ever see a purple an' black mech lookin' like Prime and with a purple Autobrand?

[Cliffjumper pauses, the grimace firmly etched into his faceplates as his engine growls.]

Either hope ya have a nuke, or get back-up.

...[Wheeljack's eyes widen again at that. That was...really one thing he'd never hear. Optimus Prime and..."grab a nuke". At least when it came to fellow Autobots. Those wings flick curiously.]

Inverse reality...

So...Cons are good?

[Wait...]

Soundwave. When he was here...

Yep.

And yeah. That Soundwave. We've also got a white cybertronian that looks like a cat, not Glit, the one I mean will have a red Decepticon insignia; that's Ravage.

[Cliffjumper pauses, eyeing Wheeljack before shrugging.]

And the inverse Megatron's around here too. Big guy, got transparent-lookin' blue wings 'sides the red 'Con brand.

[As in, don't attack him, okay?]

...

Well. That's...that's a thing.

[Yep. That's all he can really say about it. He met Soundwave, so he can't really deny the reverse polarity universe. Still, to have two more here? That's two more that he didn't know about.]

Megatron and Ravage. Got it. I'll take your word on it.

Yeah, I know. [He grimaces a little and shrugs.] Wasn't the easiest, gettin' used to it, but when the option's similar to, or worse than the 'Cons from the reality you come from?

Not much choice.

[Shaking his helm, Cliffjumper grins dryly.]

I'd prefer ya did, 'cause well... neither of 'em deserves scrap, even if I understand the urge.

[Does he ever.]

Take it you learned the hard way with that one...

[Just taking hints.]

As long as they look nothin' like my world's, we shouldn't have a problem.

Live execution in a smeltin' pit, frag yes I learned the hard way. I just regret I couldn't stop it...

[Technically, he'd tried, but he'd tried to stop it by telling Prime off and then he'd been shot to pit. No way to help Rumble like that.]

Don't think there's any chance of that, besides the... [he waves a hand slightly aimlessly at Wheeljack in general] difference in looks in general... 'Cause while Megatron sounds similar there's definitely a difference.

[Mostly in what he says, obviously, but also in how it's said.]

[He's going to know what that's like in half a season canon update, Cliff, don't you worry.]

[He gets the appearance difference. It's been the story of his life. Alternate realities in general, really.]

I'll keep my swords sheathed, for them, at least.

[Video] Wreckers Assemble [Part Locked to Bulkhead]

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