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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Naturally. Gotta see if you're still up to snuff, partner.

[And he's just smiling back.]

Anytime, anywhere.

I was injured till a couple months ago, I could be in terrible shape.

[Yeah right. He grins, optics brightening. Frag, when was the last time they sparred?]

Gimme a time and place, and I'll be there.

Gotta make sure you're in top shape, or I can't even let a on, right?

[Forever and a day, it seems. And far too long for Wheeljack.]

How about now? Junkpile.

Right. Junkpile, I'm there.

[The feed cuts off. Pretty soon he's getting to Wheeljack's location in the junk pile, transforming up and looking around.]

[Wheeljack's already there by the time Bulk arrives, tossing a grenade up and down while leaning against part of the pile. The footsteps of the larger Wrecker are easy to hear, and with one more toss, it's placed on his hip as he turns, looking for him.]

Bulk?

[Oh come on, he didn't take that long. ~~speed's not part of the test, is it?~~ But now that he hears him, he rounds that junk pile.]

Yep, I'm here. So..how we doin' this?

[Despite their new relationship, he's not expecting Wheeljack to do him any favors. Or to make it easy on him. If he wants in the Wreckers again he should have to earn his way in. Just like everybody else that's shown interest.]

[The moment Bulkhead asks that question, the every familiar *SHING!* of Wheeljack drawing his swords is heard, his faceplate sliding over his mouth. Just like a Wrecker, he got right down to it.

However, those eyes are clearly playful, almost itching to go up against Bulkhead again.]

Like this.

[The second he hears that shing, he's dropping back. His right servo transforming into a mace, as he drops into a ready posture. That's all the answer he needs to get right down to it and ready.]

Woulda been disappointed otherwise.

[He smacks the mace in his left servo with a metallic thump. He sees those playful eyes, and he grins. His own eyes lighting up with a hint of playfulness. This is going to be fun.

He's the first to make the move, looking for weak spots in Wheeljack's defense, before he's swinging that mace out to strike.]

[And the moment Bulkhead makes a move, Wheeljack's there to read it. Really, it wasn't all that hard. Fancy footwork was one of his key strategies. Although it works better when advancing, not retreating.

Nevertheless, those feet dance under him, scuttling himself back as Bulkhead advances. There's a little bit of a chuckle as he swerves to the side, twirling his blades and leaping at Bulkhead himself, blades ready to swing.]

Don't tell me you've gotten soft on me!

[Bulkhead's all too well aware that he's not nearly as agile as his opponent. Wheeljack's speed and smaller size gives him the advantage. Something Bulkhead has to compensate for when fighting. But it's something he's been compensating for for centuries. He's taken down 'cons smaller than Wheeljack plenty of times. It's just a matter of reading their moves.

He's sliding to a halt, setting his peds, moving them with him as he quickly swings that mace about for another try.]

Soft? Ha!

[The leap catches him slightly off guard, but he quickly adjusts for it. Bringing that mace up to defend against the blades, as his free servo balls into a fist, and swings for Wheeljack's shoulder.]

[He knew Bulkhead could counter this. It was all a matter of seeing if that Tox-En had made the Wrecker rusty. And from the looks of things, he had nothing to worry about. That mace comes in right where it's supposed to, and Wheeljack takes the hit to the shoulder like a pro. He bounces back from the hit, rolling on his back and landing on his feet, twirling his swords.

Not bad...not bad at all.]

You can hit a target comin' right for ya. Don't tell me that's the only trick up your sleeve!

[And he's back into the fray, getting up close and personal with the larger bot. Quick movements were the best offense against Bulkhead's extremely good defense.]

[It's helped that this isn't the fist fight he's had since recovering. Most of the rustiness was lost fighting the centipedes. But still, Wheeljack brings up his own unique challenge. Being one of the few from their world that have weapons that aren't integrated into his system. They had to be calculated for.

While Wheeljack's got the speed advantage, Bulkhead's got the strength advantage. His maces transform back into fists.]

Far from it, Scrapper.

[His tone's slightly playful as he says the old nickname. But his minds still on business as his opponent comes at him against. This time he's charging for him, one hand making try and grab an arm, the other for the midsection, as he ducks to one side. Intent on trying to grab and lift him enough to turn and fling him into a junk pile.]

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[His wings flick at the nickname. It'd always gotten him back on Cybertron, being one of the smaller Wreckers (despite being one of the larger automobiles). Bulkhead knew which buttons to press, and which words to use.

Those blue eyes narrow.]

You're gonna regret that.

[Wheeljack sees Bulkhead coming for him, judging the approximate distance it'd take to get to him. And what does he do? Leap up and transform, midair. To try and land on top of him.]

[It wouldn't be fair, if he didn't push his opponent's buttons. Specially one he knows so well.

He'll apologize and make it up later.]

Bring it.

[Or he'll pay for it now. He sees it, but just a little too late to react. He's forward, and off balance. So Wheeljack landing on him is enough to throw him off and send him to the ground. He slides right into one of the piles.]

You dirty..

[He's already rolling back to his feet and making a grab for the car.]

[There's laughter. True honest-to-Primus laughter from the Wrecker as he makes the connection and sees the bot slide into the pile. Someone's proud of themselves.

Wheeljack may be speedy, but those tires need to gain some traction in order to make a clean getaway. So when Bulkhead rolls to his feet, he feels those hands grab onto his front hood, immediately trying to transform.

Now, you're holding Wheeljack by the leg.]

Why you-!!

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