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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.]

Comments

[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.

[neverputincharge]

Nope, the memories will remain. It's hard to forget that stuff. Hard to forget the people you've met here.]

Nah, not dead Definitely not dead. But just not here. Hopefully, back on their own worlds. [He likes to think so, hope so a little.

He chuckles.]

Heh, fine. No memorial till you and me are leavin'. Better chance of having a nice lookin' one anyway.