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[Some people don't react to change well. And with the pillar event over and done with, and everyone back to normal, the reaction was only worse. Everyone came back okay, things should have been well and good, right? Not for everyone, and it's not even someone who went down there. Wheeljack had two people close to him affected, and in turn, got affected in his own way.

It was way too close of a call. A reality check, if you will.

It's had a lot of side effects on the Wrecker. Sleeping less, unable to keep still (Then again, his boons from Solus helped the fatigue), and keeping himself busy. He'd even taken a little haven out in Solus's sector (That's where his 'scouting missions' have been leading, for those who've met up with him). Oh Wheeljack, we thought you were just starting to get better!

The sound of metal clangs in the background as Wheeljack brings more into his little mancave. In fact, when the feed pans out, it shows a lot of diverse metal. Another thing he couldn't explain was his affinity for identifying metals. It wasn't a knowledge he'd previously known, at least not to the extent as this. Like Primus he'd ever ask about it though. He knows by now that strange thing happening = First Forged did something. Don't mess with the pattern, it doesn't mess with you.]

Adamantium. Can't say I'm disappointed.

[That was how he was spending his time lately. Keeping busy, doing something. Solus had granted him one of her forges before, but without that boon now, he had to do things the old fashioned way: his own personal smelting pit for heat, and the tools he had around him. To be honest, he's in a cave with a box of scraps.

A hand goes along the back of his neck, a gesture he'd picked up as he inspects some of his findings.]

Whelp, time to get to work.

[Wheeljack what are you doing.]

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Primus...

[His hand just smooths over his face. Slowly, air cycles. He can't just... leave him.]

[Not after everything.]

Answer me honestly. If you lie to spare my feelings, I'll never forgive you.

... do you need my help.

...

There's no scientist like ya on Cybertron, Sarge.

[You want honesty? Fine.]

I need ya really fraggin' badly. I want smart weapons. Weapons that only work for me. Weapons magnetized to my hand.

So in case scrap goes down, I'll be the one to fix it.

[He falls silent, staring down at his hands. Clenching his fists. The weight of what Wheeljack's saying hits him hard. He can't deny the sincerity there.]

[He cycles air, slowly.]

...

I can do that.

All of that. It's... simple, actually, to put in such a modification.

That's all I'm askin'. Don't want ya breakin' your...you know.

[He turns his back, quickly, to start sorting through the metal again.]

And don't tell anyone about this place.

To violate my morals?

[He stands there, awkwardly, just inside the doorway, arms folded and head bowed.]

[How does he even say this...]

... I'll keep your secret. You've my word.

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