re_alignment | [Action/Accidental Video] [Originating in Solian Temple]

[Now that the battle with the Sharkticons had ended, and he'd done a meet n' greet at the party, Wheeljack was on to bigger and better things. And what were these things you speak of? Well, that was his own business. He often took several trips to the junkpile and back, searching for new things that he could tinker with. And for those that know Wheeljack a bit better than 'acquaintance', you should know what he's up to.

You guessed it. Grenades.

At least he was keeping himself busy! Hobbies were hard to come by on a planet that was just starting out. When he wasn't scouting around or checking the communicator, he holed himself up in his room, with only the sounds of welding and creaking metal being heard. You'd think this would be cause to worry, and...you're not far off from the truth. Anyone who knows any Wheeljack would understand. It wasn't anything he couldn't handle, he'd done this several times before...it's just he's always experimenting. And with this one? It's a much thinner casing. More compact and easy to carry. And it required more articulate handling.

His communicator is on, however, and it shows him putting the internal workings of the grenade inside it's casing. He seems almost undoubtedly careful on this, one eyebrow slightly perked as his hands smoothly try to deliver it inside. If he were a more aspiring mech, he'd try out to be a medic, but...well, no one wants to be a Ratchet now, do they. To be honest, this was a Wheeljack's almost got the tube inside; a near perfect fit. The mechanic gives a smirk to himself as he starts to pull his hand out--

The next few moments were probably the largest span of expressions from him ever. His face went from smirk, to surprise, to fear, to 'oh scrap'. In a matter of four seconds. He'd tripped the pin, and before he could pull any other emotions out of himself, he was sent back from the explosion. Within two nanokliks, the room as charred black, a smoking grenade (or what was left of it) in the center and a just-as-blackened Wheeljack in a pile of rubble.]

Ow.

[He sits up, rubbing his head and groaned. Scrap, man. That didn't go as planned. How that didn't outright kill him, not even he knows.

Those who didn't see it first hand on the comm link, you may have heard a BOOM! from Wheeljack's room. He's sorry guys. REALLY.]

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Home is where the spark is, and currently, I find myself here.

And don't get ahead of yourself, Autobot. Megatron has no place in the family photo. We've parted ways. The fate of the Decepticons is no longer my concern.

Wouldn't expect you to turn tail and leave...thought you feared Megatron over everythin'.

How's that workin' out for ya?

Shows what you know, evidently.

I haven't fallen offline yet. Which is barely more than I can say for you after that little demonstration.

That? That, buddy, is a work of art. Blast was at point blank range and I'm still walkin'.

[Good thing this video is private, because he seems awfully proud of that.]

You've got nothing to be proud of. Your grenade was useless.

I do however, wish you better luck the next time. Maybe you'll successfully blow yourself up then.

Depends on how ya look at it, Screamy. I get another day of listenin' to you rattle about your life. As pathetic as that is.

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You asked. You've got no one to blame but yourself!

Didn't say it wasn't amusing. Just that it was pathetic.

Like listening to tabloid stories on the radio.

[sdhksajhdkjhasdkh. Starscream's moods are like flipping switches at random. Are you beginning to see that unpredictable quality the Autobots are always warning against?]

I'll tell you what'll be pathetic. That little girl, Miko -- I believe you're familiar with her -- when I get my claws on the brat...

[he draws it out]

Well, I'd hate to be the one to explain her corpse to Bulkhead.

[Wheeljack's voice drops down, almost into a creepy, deep tone.]

You lay a hand on her and I will personally make sure I end you.

Ha! Empty threats, Wheeljack. How is that any different from what your entire faction has been trying to do to me this past, oh I don't know, say an odd million years or so?

No, and I think you're going to have to reign yourself in. After all, if you don't behave~ you'll be signing her death certificate.

So choose your promises more wisely next time.

[Much like the common Anon Troll, Starscream is a lot braver over the internet].

Wanna know the difference, Screamy? I've been MIA. I got eyes and ears all around this place.

Ya think ya can run? Try me. Because I'll find ya, and hang those wings of yours up on my wall.

[He'd be going right now if he wasn't half-blown up.]

Ah~ the life of the irresponsible vagrant. So good of you to leave your comrades fighting the real war.

And you want a memento, why, Wheeljack, I'm touched.

But keep that up, and I won't just tell you what I'll do to the girl, I'll show you.

That's a tad hypocritical, ain't it, Scream? Least I'm still IN the war. You're off formin' your own party of forever 1.

[That last sentence causes his eyes to harden considerably.]

Ya won't live to even try.

As it turns out, this planet is full of allies.

I'd keep that girl close, if I were you.

I'd keep your body parts closer. Hate for you to go on a scavenger hunt.

It almost sounds like you plan to leave me alive~.

Touched you care, truly.

Edited 2012-08-18 01:57 (UTC)

Well since ya showed me such stunnin' hospitality in your clubhouse...

figured it was only right.

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Way to go Wheeljack. Now Starscream knows you CARE

Hey, its news to him too. Shut up.

Oops I never replied to this either???

ITS OKAY BRO~