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[wheeljackofalltrades]

 [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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[wheeljackofalltrades]

...'n here I thought you guys loved doin' that kind of scrap. One's back home sure got their kicks in torture.

[His hand goes to his chest, where Starscream had once scraped an energon prod across. Granted it'd been buffed out, probably by a medic. But he could still feel that running across.]

Guess that'd be why ya like this place more...

[His gaze starts to wander, slouching more and more on the table.]

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[notyourblueangel]

[He grimaces, wings flicking at the word "torture."  He knows a few things about that . . . from both sides.]

  Most do, 'mong other things.  M'not like most.  F'I'd known the slag I was gettin' myself into…  [buzzsnort…because, no, he probably still would have, unless he could have convinced Starscream and Skywarp otherwise as well.   He follows his trine.  Always.]

  We were gonna change the world.  We were the strong ones, the ones had the courage t'stand up an' do somethin' about . . . about ever'thin'.  [He empties another cube, the bottom /clacking/ solidly on the table as his hand drops once more.]  Nothin' in the fine print about fraggin' decimatin' it . . .

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Not exactly the best bar chit-chat, huh.]

Yeah? What'd ya think the Decepticons did, bud? Don't really sound like the type to give hugs.

[He chuckles, darkly, at the thought though.]

'm not really good at bein' an Autobot, but...never thought I'd ever go to that side.


...So ya were sold somethin' faulty.