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Wouldn't think of it.

[Him? NAHHHHH.]

I'd say somethin' about how those kids shouldn't be anywhere near there, but it was their little field trip that found you.

...Where are you.

Still on my way back. I'm not far from the medbay, but I wasn't certain if I ought to bother.

Solus temple, then. Got it. I'll rendezvous there.

[That's wheeljack-language for 'you better be there'.]

...Very well.

[The feed cuts, the only parting sound being Wheeljack changing into his vehicle mode. He never was too great at conversation, anyway.

So he'll head to Solus's entrance, in his car mode, lights on. Either to be extremely obnoxious, or to let Magnus know that he was here. Waiting.]

[Parts of Ultra Magnus's plating looks a bit... melted. Cracked. Old injuries left from the badlands. He doesn't look like he's dead or dying, but he doesn't look great, either.

When Wheeljack drives up, the enforcer scowls at the bright lights. Slowly, he walks down the steps of the temple.]

Dim the lights. You could blind other drivers.

[Of course he'd look like he'd been through the Pit and back. Of course. It makes something in Wheeljack extremely frustrated. And it wasn't even Magnus's fault. He doesn't say anything for a moment, simply flickering off his lights and changing back into his root mode.

He's oddly quiet, with narrowed blue eyes and a frown. There's no witty sarcasm, no jokes.

As he pads up to him, his eyes don't leave Magnus's, hands clenching ever so slowly. And...

Like lightning his fist raises up and punches, straight into that upraised part of Magnus's chest. Wheeljack could have gone harder--he knew to punch where it would get results. But Magnus was already looking like he'd been through the war and back. So right now, a slight pound on that decoration was in order. He didn't know what else to do. The clang sounds through his whole body, and his head's immediately dropped down. As if he can't meet Magnus's gaze just yet.]

...

[After that...he steps away. To get some distance between him and the Commander. With his eyes still averted, that hand--the same one that had slammed a fist against the bot's chest--reached back, between his little wings...and pulled out his sword.

Wheeljack what are you even-]

Welcome back.

[He looks up, his whole body straightening. His sword twirled in his hand for a moment before being tilted up and raised to his brow.

And saluted.]

sir.

[The punch earns a surprised grunt from Ultra Magnus, but nothing more than a flinch. In most situations, he'd have reacted more, but there is a part of him that feels that he deserves that. Two months time, and he has caused trouble by his disappearance. No, he could not have controlled it, but it still did something.

And Wheeljack felt it. He doesn't know what to do about that, but Rung is right; there are people who are glad to have him back.

Even if they deserve... better.

When the sword is pulled out, Ultra Magnus peers at him, waiting.

Then the salute.

Oh.

The enforcer exhales, then provides his own military salute, a perfected gesture from Ultra Magnus.]

It's appreciated.

[It was deserved, in Wheeljack's mind. One for making him give a scrap about you--he certainly didn't plan that, and probably would have avoided it if he didn't have so much respect for him.

After Overlord, he couldn't have not.

And two, for waiting so long to come back.

The thing with Wheeljack was...he cared. Cared enough to only know what to do with his fists. And then the salute--the only thing he could think of after that. Maybe it was the grief from the disappearance talking. Who knows.

At the salute back, he steps back, sheathing his sword and clearing his throat. Words weren't really needed to explain it. They just knew.]

So.

You look like the Pit.

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Mm. I feel better than I look. Though I suppose that isn't saying much.

I don't recall many details about the Badlands.

[Strange how things have come to this. Would he call Wheeljack a friend? Probably, but still. Their relationship is...

Unique.

Ultra Magnus isn't sure how else to put it.]

[Unique is one way to put it. Wheeljack would have chalked it up to 'complicated'. Maybe because he's confused on it himself.

Either way, he didn't salute to just anyone.]

Guess that answers some questions Buckethead 2.0 had. He's plannin' a field trip out there.

[He tilts his head towards the temple in a slight jerk. He'll lead you to the medbay.]

Buckethead...?

[You've earned yourself a confused squint. You and your darn nicknames, Wheeljack.

But Ultra Magnus is prepared to follow.]

Uh...Megatron. There's two of 'em now. If ya can even call the other one of them.

He's ugly even by Megatron-standards. Neither from my dimension.

Still, the fact that we have more than the... unusual one.

He was interested in leaving?

Wouldn't say 'leaving' was the intention. More like 'find out what's in that place'. Good riddance, if you ask me. At best, he'll get lost.

[One less Megatron to deal with.]

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