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[wheeljackofalltrades]

 [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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[wheeljackofalltrades]

Lemme guess. Ya got this...emptiness in ya.

[He knows that feeling. It's lessened now, but it's still something that jabs at the back of his spark.]

Tell ya what, I'll do it when you do.

[See: Never.]

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[raceme]

[Burr nods, realizes how stupid that is and types down his reply.] Yes, exactly. It happens to you too?

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Not fair. [OI.]

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

Yeah. After Overlord...yannow.

Did a number on me.

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[raceme]

[Blurr still feels awful about that.]

I didn't know that others felt this way, no one told me. Do you think it will ever go away?

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

I've had mine a long time, Blurrk. It's still there, but ya can go about without it really buggin' ya if you keep distracted.

Just kinda tugs at ya when you lie awake at night. Stuff like that.

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[raceme]

[Ah, that nickname. he missed hearing it, oddly enough. It makes him feel a bit better.] I'll keep my mind occupied then, usually working does the trick.

I'm thinking about asking the FirstForged about.

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

Just...don't overdo it.

Got it? It's how ya end up in the medbay.

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[raceme]

I will try not to, I promise. Hopefully things will stay calm for some time. I'm hoping a whole week, but a bot can dream.

You try to take things easy too, alright? Your arm still needs fixing.

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

[That last part makes him chuckle, tilting his head up into the bright lights of the medbay.]

Red Alert threatened to cut off my leg circuits if I tried to move.


She's pretty convincin'.

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[raceme]

[Now Blurr's smiling too.] She's also a mech of her word. I know it well, she's from my world.

She works with Rodimus in a regular basis, I'm sure she can make you behave.

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

Can't say I'm jealous of ya. Then again, the doc probably would take a bit out of her book on that.

[Because...well, it works.]

Behave? Nah. Contained is more like it.

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[raceme]

Imagine if ratchet and her ever meet....[Blurr muses on the idea for a few seconds and then he shudders.]

Oh, mister, you don't know her enough.

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

Whoa. Let's not jinx it, Blurrk. I like my freedom.

[There's a soft chuckle, though.]

We'll see. We'll see...

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[raceme]

Ey who knows, perhaps they will find their medic ways charming and fell in love instantly.

[That's even more of a terrifying thought. Imagine their offsprings.]

Afirmative.

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

Heh, yeah, and maybe I'll become chief scientist of Cybertron.

[Be careful what you wish for, Wheeljack. Other continuities are listening.]

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[raceme]

[You are talking with a guy from one of those continutities.]

Actually, in my world....

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

Don't remind me.

Just...take care of yourself, okay?

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[raceme]

Heh. [f you could see him snicker.]

I will. You too, okay? See ya, Wheeljack.