re_alignment | [Video]

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✘ tf: prime | wheeljack

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[It's a relatively short broadcast. Wheeljack seems to be making a lot of those recently.

Well, when he's not acting crazy.]

If ya need me, I'm gonna be at the Hub for...

ever.

[And it looks like he's already started. There's a small tower of cubes lined up.]

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...right.

[That's actually a bit of a sheepish grin - probably good to at least introduce yourself to someone before you try mothering them, hm?]

My name is Deckard, with the Brave Police. Pleased to meet you.

[The grin earns a smirk back, his little winglets giving a slight flick of amusement.]

So you're with McCrane, huh. Or whoever's that bot runnin' the Police HQ at the moment.

Gotta say, you're ten times more sociable than Prowl. For a cop.

[His own grin turns wry, almost rueful, at that last. He can't help recalling what Power Joe's told him, and the dark warning he got from Kagerou clear back on his very first day here.]

So I keep hearing. And yes, I'm with McCrane. We're from the same world, along with Power Joe, Kagerou, and . . . and Drill Boy.

[Whom he's refusing to believe is actually gone and not just MIA somehow until he has proof.]

[It's okay Deckard. It's your first loss. Wheeljack'll give you all the time you need to deny it. He's had too many to even count on both hands. Not that he knows what's going on inside your head, but if he did...]

Got it. So...the non-Cybertronians but still somehow not a talkin' wrench.

[The only explanation he needs.]

Police Force could use ya.

[There have been a few ~~Azuma-sama~~ with whom a comparison like that would have upset him. Because he /knew/ it was meant to be an insult somehow. But the rough, friendly flippancy of Wheeljack's tone just earns an amused laugh.]

Yeah, a little more than a talking wrench.

[He sobers a little at the last, nodding.]

I'll do my best.

[He did mean it in the best way too. He didn't really give too much of a scrap about how alive something was. If it could think, and chose their side (or at least something close), could he really complain about an extra pair of hands?

If they could accept humans, they could accept this.]

Thanks, Officer.

[He meant it too. He'd need someone to bring him back to reality if he strayed too far.]

[Deckard nods, appreciating the acceptance.]

You're very welcome . . . I don't think I caught your name.

[Oh, where are his manners. And after he gave Deckard such a hard time about it too. There's a casual smirk as he sets that cube down.]

Wheeljack.

Head of the Wreckers we assembled here. If ya need somethin' done that involves hitting fast and hard, I'm the guy to come to.

I'll remember that. Are the Wreckers another faction here? I know I've heard a little about two so far . . .

Ya might say they're...a group. Squadron of soldiers.

Uh...[What had Fowler called him?]

Black Ops.

[That . . . he was not expecting. And it shows. He'll not really comment on it, though –at least, not on the presumably-innately questionable nature.]

I see. Independent or under one of the other factions?

We're Autobots first. Wreckers second.

[Maybe before, he'd have said differently. But now...the word 'Autobot' means slightly more to him.

A good commander can do that.]

I've heard of that faction. Will you tell me a little about it?

What, ya mean the Autobots? I mean, I could, just not too elegant with my words. Seems more like Optimus Prime's area of expertise.

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