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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.]
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[The Knight just hopes Wheeljack won't underestimate him because he is smaller and organic: he really wants to give it his all, and he is used to fight opponent bigger and stronger than he was. Wheeljack is even smaller than a combat Monomakia!]
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A flier, huh.
Things got a little more interesting.]
Show me what ya got.
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[Melan stayed away, observing his opponent with his usual seriousness and ready to dodge the sharp blades of the Autobot.]
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Of course, decided to test him.
A hand changed into a blaster, firing the same three shots, in the same succession, back at him.]
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[But Melan was still faster, and the monomakia managed to use the plasma bolts as cover while he flew closer to his opponent, firing again. He aimed for the joint between leg and body this time, hoping to slow the robot down somehow.]
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Only to transform back into his vehicle mode and go in reverse. To get some distance...and maybe to bring the knight down to the ground a bit more.]
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[He slowed down just a bit, but didn't hesitate for long before flying after his opponent, firing again. He won't get too close to the ground, wary of the blades he had seen earlier, but he needed to get close to the car to actually manage to hit him somehow. So Melan flew down, but just a bit, just enough to aim more precisely.]
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There's a few seconds of straightaway driving before Wheeljack makes an almost 90 degree turn to the right, into the maze of junk.]