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[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Someone had their beauty sleep.

And by beauty sleep, we mean he looks and sounds like he's been to the Pit and back.

It'd been almost two weeks since Wheeljack fell unconscious. Two weeks too long, if you asked him. He awoke, the feeling of his head buzzing and and his optics blurry. Oh, and pain. Lots and lots of pain.  But the question was...where was he?  This place seemed familiar...

His eyes almost immediately widened, remembering everything.  Parting ways with Ratchet after the Iacon relic hunt, finding Bulkhead on that medical berth with nothing but an Energon line running through him. The fight with Hardshell, Miko saving him...being cast out from Team Prime and going solo...

The attack on Prime's base.

Being tortured at the hands of Starscream and Shockwave.  All of it was as clear as crystal. And if it wasn't, he had a few friendly reminders in the large horizontal scar across his midsection, and a somewhat buzzy neural net.  But Wheeljack wasn't one to let that stop him. As soon as he awoke, he found no one around him, probably stepping out for some fresh air.

Why not follow suit?  The Wrecker stood up, his legs feeling practically like liquid as he took a few steps, hesitating every so often.  His communicator goes on audio, the sound of a door slamming open and the loud footsteps of someone lacking...eloquence in their walk.]

...So.

What'd I miss.

[Guess who's back.]

Locked to Prime!Scream and Prime!Shockwave (separately)

Where are you.

Comments

[deadlydoctor]

Way too often around here too. [So many Autobots, ugh.]

Hospitality. Care to elaborate. [Because he has no idea what are you talking about, mate.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Torture, mindscopin'.

The works. You guys didn't hold back at all.

[deadlydoctor]

Of course we don't hold back. Neither do you, such is the point of a war.

Any specific reason why we were doing that to you, though?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

What else do you Cons do to a prisoner after blastin' his ship to smithereens?

Interrogation.

Unfortunately for you, I don't know scrap.

[deadlydoctor]

Ah, that sort of interrogation. Yes Starscream is very fond of that. [Who isn't?]

That doesn't really matter, not always.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

My second go around, actually. I was expectin' somethin' new.

...

And yeah? Senseless torture? Seems a bit...unsophisticated for a buncha guys like you.

[deadlydoctor]

Why change a thing that wasn't broken? if the systems works...

A wasn't talking about myself.

[He likes torture as any other Con but most of the time he has good reasons to torture the poor fellows that earn a place at his table. Or what passes for 'good reasons' by Knock Out's standards. Ask Cylas.]

But what's surprising here is that you, who claim to be such amazing warrior, ended as our prisoner. Getting old, uh?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

That'd be a good point if ya guys ever took me prisoner in hand-to-hand combat. Don't get so full of yourself over stuff ya don't deserve, Doc.

Challenge me to a duel and capture me, then we'll talk.

[deadlydoctor]

Ah, no. See thsi is how it goes. [Knock Out waves a hand, pointing to himself-] There's mechs with wits that can use that properly...[He repeats the gesture, pointing at Wheeljack.]...and then there's mechs like you that eventually discover how brute force can't always get them very far. [Reading: not much.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

....Riiight.

We'll see how well that logic plays out when I stuff your head in a trash compactor.

[deadlydoctor]

I can't wait.