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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[Tail flicking, Rocket leans back against the pile that's his current hiding spot, pulling out the laser pistol he still has and popping open the small panel on the side.

If the current settings didn't do much, he might as well kick it up a bit right?

He snaps the panel closed when he's set and lets his ears fall back, taking a breath before pushing off the pile and turning to scurry up the side of it.]

Not going to hide, mate!

[As Rocket hits the top of it he aims and fires several shots at once, going for Wheeljack's head, chest, and feet.]

[When the pile falls and Rocket shows himself, Wheeljack's eyes practically light up as he springs towards him. Of course, he was met with open fire, but that just made it all the more fun. Not that it wasn't effective too, he could feel himself slowing from the shots.

But this Wrecker doesn't give up easily.]

Good, was worried for a moment that you'd gone soft!

[Good, because neither does this Guardian.]

Gone soft? Hah! Get those thoughts out of your head, mate. No place for them here!

[Rocket's methods change now and he heads straight for Wheeljack, using various pieces of junk for quick cover as he weaves a path towards the other. Shots are still fired, the raccoon hoping for enough of a distraction to let him slide right between the other's legs to get behind him.]

[Excellent. This Raccoon was really showing his stuff, and...to be honest? If it weren't for the fact that this was just a test, Wheeljack would be pretty annoyed with this guy. Which meant the ENEMY would be annoyed with him on the field.]

[He shields himself from two more shots as he notices Rocket dart under him, attempting to turn around to follow.]

Gotcha now!

Fat farkin' chance!

[Rocket turns quickly on a foot and launches himself up, easily grabbing a hold of the back of Wheeljack's leg and scaling the other's back. He's had practice doing this--thanks Fort Max buddy--and he gets to the other's shoulder before he brings his laser pistol up to put it against the other's head.]

[And before he knows it, there's a laser gun pointed to his helm. With a smirk, Wheeljack's hands go up, in surrender.

This could definitely work out.]

Not bad, fuzzy. For a pint size guy, you pack a punch.

[Rocket smirks, tail flicking, and he lifts his pistol up, twirling it in paw.]

Never farkin' underestimate a small bloke, mate. It'll be the last thing you do.

...

[Smirk.]

Welcome to the Wreckers, fuzzy.

[A hand goes up to shake.]

[Rocket's ears perk and he grins, reaching out to shake one of Wheeljack's fingers because, really, that's he can do.]

Thanks, mate. I appreciate it.

[Video] Wreckers Assemble [Part Locked to Bulkhead]

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