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[wheeljackofalltrades]

 [Oh hey it's the day of showing others you truly care about them and sending them cards and chocolates and flowers--]

Hey.


Wreckers are disbanded. For good.



[That seems to be the end of the transmission. Well, Happy Valentine's Day to you too, Mr. Sunshine-and-Rainbows.]

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[text][Private]

[sciencetank]

... what's happened?

[He can only assume something awful's come about, given... well. Everything.]

[text][Private]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[It takes a moment for him to answer, and when he does, it's only simple text.]

theres no one left

[It's...almost shameful to admit.]

[text][Private]

[sciencetank]

I see.

[It's really tempting to leave it at that. And not risk... further entanglement. Further thoughts.]

[But he can't.]

Don't have it in you to attempt to recruit new arrivals into the ranks?

[text][Private]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[He expected Perceptor to leave it at that, too. There wasn't anything else the scientist would have needed to know.

But then there was the ping.]

not for the third time

gonna end the same way


[A pause, before one more text is sent.]

done with loss sarge

[text][Private]

[sciencetank]

I...

[He was going to say something about stubbornness. About how Wheeljack was never one to give up before.]

[But that last part.]

Shall... I bring you a drink?

[Because he doesn't know what else to do. Only that he understands that feeling. More than he wants to admit.]

[dinnerdate]

Everyone die again?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...


You're pretty much on mark, Deads.

[There's the sound of clanging metal in the background, as if he's shuffling through some things.]

[dinnerdate]

... You okay?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...Not gonna lie, I've been better.



But I'll pull through. Always do, don't I?

[neverputincharge]

[Bulkhead knew this would be coming, their numbers dropped to just the two of them. But it still hurts some.]

It was...we did good while we lasted.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[More than he'd ever like to admit.]

We had a good run, eh, Bulk?

[There's a sad, uplifting tone to that. As if he's trying to put on a brave face. Typical Wheeljack.]

[neverputincharge]

[It was a good run, for Bulk it felt amazing to be part of the Wreckers again. Before he even went home to be a Wrecker there. This team meant a bit more, though.

It was like the old days, no Ultra Magnus involved. They got stuff done how they had to do it. Not by the book.]

The best run. [His voice lightens some. He has to try and look on the bright side of this.] How many Wreckers can say they helped take down a phase-sixer. Or took out giant worms that attacked.

[He sobers a little as he trails off.]

Feel like we oughtta do somethin' to remember them by. Like a memorial or something.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[It's a good attempt, at least. Wheeljack does give a soft chuckle at remembering just how much they've been through. It's not like the memories were gone, even if the title was...

If only he could work himself up to believe that.]

Ya talkin' like they're all dead, Bulk.


No memorial til every last one of us is gone.

[deadlydoctor]

How so?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...'s just gone, Doc. No sense havin' a team if they aren't even here.


[A beat.]

Badlands seems to prefer my boys.

[deadlydoctor]

Hm, I see. They might be back home that's better than any other sort of fate. See it that way. [Primus, how does one COMFORT? Knock Out's still trying to figure out that sort of things.]

It could be for the best. There is a time and place for everything and the Wrecker already had their moment. Now It might be time to leave certain things behind.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[He can tell Knock Out's trying. Which is the strange thing about this. Knock Out is actually trying.]

Yeah, 'f only I knew that's what happened. And not that Unicron got 'em.

...

[But his eyes flick up at the medic's words. Was the age of Wreckers (more or less) over?]

It's like...losin' a part of ya.

[raceme]

Wheeljack, did something happen?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[There's a slight pause.]

Nothin' that wasn't obvious. We're kinda down to two.


Me and Bulk.


[Seriously, that's even pathetic to admit.]

[raceme]

[Not pathetic. Sad, but not pathetic.]

Some things can't last forever but can be proud of all you all did, Wheeljack. That's the things worth remembering.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...

[His head dips slightly.]

Not proud of losin' my crew, Blurr.

A leader doesn't do that.

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[rstlsslegsyndrm]

May I ask what's going on? Because at this point in time, I'd definitely say we could use Wreckers.

[AT THIS POINT WITH ALL THE SHIT HE'S GONE THROUGH AMBULON'S COMPLETELY OKAY WITH YOU GUYS]

[audio/locked]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...

Me too, Doc. Me too.

[You have no idea how hard this is to admit.]

They're all gone. Save for me and Bulk.

[audio/locked]

[rstlsslegsyndrm]

And no one has offered to sign on? Have you considered opening for recruits? Though I think they should go through a psychiatric evaluation before approval.

[audio/locked]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

I've been through this twice, Doc. Everytime the Badlands seems to strip my clean of em.


...

[Not that he believes in curses or anything--]

Not worth it.