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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[Ah, and now the truth comes out. Even as he's swinging his rifle up, targeting monocle whirring as he fixes on the arching grenade, Perceptor is filing "Elita's trees" away in his processor. He'll have a look at the tree later to see what sort of nutrients it needs to accelerate it's growth back to its normal configuration.]

[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?

[Wheeljack watches the sniper do his work, and is...to be honest, impressed. The tree didn't even shake from the explosion. Those blue optics are wide, mouth slightly agape.

Yeah, he can see why you were on the Wreckers, now.]

...

Consider yourself hired.

[Well, his gun, and keeping Kup sane. Now and then, Perceptor's useful to have around.]

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.]

Jack of all trades, huh. Can't say that does anything negative for your resume.

[He taps his chin, looking the bot up and down again.]

So, you're in?

Of course. I don't make a habit of wasting my time.

Great. Just be on call in case I need ya, got it?

And keep your eyes sharp.

[Video] Wreckers Assemble [Part Locked to Bulkhead]

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