[Video] [Parts Locked to Wreckers and Solus Prime]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

 [Three words. Wheeljack's, not. happy.

And when Wheeljack's not happy? Things tend to happen. Whether or not you guys actually know about it is a whole different story.  But he'll let one thing go on the feed really quick.]

So. Anyone gonna tell me who the scrap fragged one of my medics, or am I gonna have to go on a scavenger hunt? 

Cause I got a pretty good idea, and unless anyone else has somethin' for share-time, I say we go for it.

[A patient one, he is. And you say that like you aren't going to anyway, Wheeljack.]


[Locked to Wreckers]

Keep your blades sharp and your guns warm, boys.
 

[Locked to Solus Prime]

I got question for you, Solus. A favour, if we're gettin' specific.

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[Action]

[imnotyours]

[Lyra glares for a long moment before she finally gives in and grabs her stuff, stalking over to the vehicle, climbing inside after tossing her stuff in rather unceremoniously.]

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

[The door shuts, with seatbelts going across her waist as per the usual.]

Not sayin' ya can't wreck with the best of em, kid. But at least get a weapon first.

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[imnotyours]

Help me find one then.

[She's glaring out the window as the seatbelt settles, arms crossed as Pan curls up in the other seat, hunkered down as a cat now.]

I still don't know where you think you're taking me anyway, jerk.

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

Home.

[He starts the casual cruise back, not saying any more than he has to.]

I'll help you get your weapon, but until then, you're in the temple.

That's your ultimatum, kid.