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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[Blurr can take it, don't worry. He's tougher than he looks like. He looks around for some sort of berth or place for Wheeljack to sit down.]

Then let me check for injuries at least. What sort of explosive what that WHAT where you thinking IT'S probably a good idea to find you a proper workshop to do that sort of think without risking blowing half of the temple YOU KNOW one that has some security protocols and all.

[He listens to Blurr's lecture, rubbing his helm as the bot yammers on and on and on. Couldn't say the guy wasn't worried about him, but...]

Okay, okay, you win. And I don't got a workshop here.

[He takes a look at his shoulder, which has a nice open area with sparking wires. That's lovely.]

"Thatswhyweneedone." They are supposed to build things here and all right? Blurr is adding 'workshop able to stand explosions' to his mental list of things that are needed in this planet. It's quite the long list so far.

He stares at the wires with somewhat a worried expression. "I'm not equipped with medical tools or I have any way to numb your pain receptors..." He says that like an apology.

His room worked JUST FINE. But he was really in no position to argue, being covered in soot and ash.

"I'll be fine, Blurrk. I've had worse than this on Recon missions. "

"I can see your wires Wheeljack. You will have to go to Ratchet eventually but I will try to fix as much damage as I can."

And he proceeded to check on the mech, basic anatomy he does know.

Ngh...was hopin ya wouldn't say that. Ratchet's not gonna be too happy about this.

[He lets Blurr look him over, holding his arms up so he gets a full scan.]

How bad's it look?

'Not to happy about this'....the understatement of the year Wheeljack but it will be better than die slowly because I didn't catch an internal leak...holdstill.

[He needs to put some of the gears on your side on their place. It will hurt only for a second.]

[Yeah, he has a feeling that maybe that was a slight understatement. Maybe. He attempts to hold himself still as best he can, but no one's perfect.]

Easy there...

This is a fixable problem at least...[Blurr gives him a 'sorry' look.] I promise it will be Wheeljack.

[SQUELCH!...and those gears are grinding at a correct angle again.]

[There's a slight wince from the Wrecker, but he doesn't show or emote any signs of pain aside from that. Basically the equivalent of a pinch.]

Ah...thanks Blurr. That's...one thing that I won't have to get looked at later.

[He puts his hand to Blurr's help and 'ruffles' it affectionately. He actually really appreciates that, bud!]

"Sorry if it hurt." A wince from a Wrecker means that a normal bot would probably be screaming in pain. He can help but worry.

Blurr smiles a bit at the friendly gesture. "You are welcome. Sit down a bit I will go get you some en-er-gon It'll be good for you."

[The Wrecker nods, taking a seat on the charred remains of what he can only assume is his bed.]

Thanks bud. I'll..I'll be fine though...

[He totes believe you Wheeljack. Look at his face. That is the face of trust.]

Justdontmove. And don't.touch.anything.

[He disappears in a rush, just to be back with a pair of cube of energon a few minutes later.]

[Hey, it's not like he blows things up just by looking at the-this is a bad comparison, isn't it.

His face is quite unamused as he waits for Blurr to return, and when he does, he looks a tad relieved at the cube of Energon.]

Thanks, kid. You'd make a good nurse.

[Yes, Wheeljack a very bad one.

You know, other mechs would take that more as an offense than a compliment.

Other mechs aren't Blurr, he respects First Aid a lot. He grinned.]

You are welcome and thank you. I don't have the patience to be a nurse however and my constant walking would make doctors nervous. [The smile faltered.] I'm surprised that Ratchet can stand me at all.

[There's a small smile hidden in Wheeljack's face as he puts an arm around Blurr, pulling him slightly closer.]

I wouldn't worry about it too much. If the doc can put up with me, he can put up with you no problem. 'Sides, you've got a lot of spark.

[He smiles softly back, feeling comfortable.] Thank you.

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

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