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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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[Swoop grins sharply himself, pleased to have managed a hit. He has some experience, at least, even if it's mostly thanks to getting into fights with his team. Their roughhousing has actually done him some good.
Which is why being rammed into... really doesn't bother him so much. He does squawk in surprise and stagger a couple steps but eventually plants his feet, subspaces his flail, and shoves right back at Wheeljack.]
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But now it was just for fun.]
Not bad, dino.
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[And really, he was a prototype for Megatron's would-be army, once. The leader of the Decepticons hardly slacked off on his drone designs.
Swoop's pretty sure he makes better use of said designs, though.]
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[But that doesn't stop him from breaking the struggle fight, leaping back.]
Just shows we're more resourceful, yeah?
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[Swoop has to take a rather quick hop-step back to keep his balance but he has on a big dumb grin regardless.]
Much more resourceful. Me still have one last trick, too, though... you maybe not want me to do it to you.
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[Wheeljack's grinning too, rather glad that Swoop's putting up such a good fight.]
If it's gonna kill me, then your challenge is to do it without that happening.
[A glint in his eye.]
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It not kill you... but it maybe break your audials a little. Or a lot.
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You can mess that scrap up?
[It's a bit of a sensitive area for him, but...hi Dinobot Soundwave.]
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[And he is so proud of this.]
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Consider yourself hired, Swoop. You and I are gonna get along just fine.
[He extends that hand for a handshake. And completely ready to tackle once the formalities are out of the way. Because wrestling = friendship.]
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Is very good decision! You no regret it, bossb-!
[Ack tackling! He squawks as he's bowled to the ground. Let the friendship wrestling commence!]
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Fraggin' right I won't regret it.
[Ruffling that helm of yours now.]
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