re_alignment | [Video]

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✘ tf: prime | wheeljack

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[There's no introduction this time. Probably because he's in the medical bay, still getting his arm fixed up. And recovering from Tarn-related injuries. No explanation, no fancy hello.]

We need an armory.

More specifically--I want one.

[Why don't you tell us how you really feel, Wheeljack?]

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And where -- pray tell -- are you going to put said "armory?"

[He would totally use air quotes if he weren't shoving things in his lab around. Repairing the Grimlock damage.]

[Hey, you look busy. He wishes he was. You know. With both arms.]

Well why don't I just get up and show you the little lot I picked out just the other day.

[He starts to sit up--only to roll his eyes and slump back.]

I don't know yet, Sarge.

Oh, don't be so dramatic. I'd merely assumed you'd already picked a location.

[That's an entire table you have in your hand, Percy.]

And why is an armory even remotely necessary?

What else do I got left to do but to be dramatic?

[He's just smiling. And admiring that handiwork.]

Because next time we go against anythin' like that again, I'm makin' sure we handle it. Fast.

...Redecoratin'?

Reading! Like I suggested earlier.

[He sets the table aside, scowling.]

Provided you're permitted to do so. I seem to remember a good deal of political proceedings prior to the actual operation...

[aka: you're going to get arrested dumbass.]

Sadly no. More... repairs... than anything else.

I thought we agreed readin' was out of the question.

...

Maybe I just gotta put it where the Police Force is nice and cushy with it. Keep it within eyesight.

...but it's gonna be all mine.

I never agreed to it. That was all you.

... If you ask me to install any security protocols, you're going to owe me.

And that's all we needed. Pretty unanimous if I say so myself.

[He can't help but smirk.]

Hey, Sarge.

If I find you fiction, will you at least give it an attempt?

[This is the biggest lineface in the history of linefaces.]

No.

....

[SIGH.]

Fine.

... Wait, what?

Fine to which part of that?

Both.

I'm sure I'll bring up the last one again, though. In about five minutes.

I'm absolutely certain you will.

Ugh...

[Still, the idea of reading.]

Just be quick about it. Not sure how much longer I can take it in here.

At least stay put until I arrive.

How fast can ya run?

You've seen my alternate mode, what do you think?

...

UGGHHHH...

[He'll be here forever.]

Edited 2013-09-29 22:56 (UTC)

My apologies. I'll make every effort to be more expedient.

Good.

Get here quickly too.

I just said--

Ugh.

[TRANSFORM AND TRUNDLE OFF.]

[Somewherreeeee in the medbay...

There's a very bored Wrecker, counting the rivets on the ceiling.]

[And, sooner, rather than later, the tank marches in, carrying an armload of datapads.]

I doubt they'll all be to your liking, but this happens to be the extent of my fiction collection.

I expect all of them back intact.

[Well...colour him surprised. He's not sure what's more shocking. The fact that Perceptor HAS fiction or the fact that he has so much.]

All those are yours?

Yes. I collected them in anticipation of Smokescreen spending copious amounts of free time in my lab, and doubted he'd wish to be working as constantly as I do.

[... he says it so blithely, he may as well be commenting on the color of the sky. There's not even a flicker of anything other than collected calm on his face.]

You're welcome to browse them. Perhaps you'll be enlightened.

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