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[wheeljackofalltrades]

 [Wheeljack wasn't one to question things, really. But when something goes wrong in his world, there's -usually- repurcussions for said thing that went wrong.  So...you can see the confusion when he opens up the feed. He's SOMEWHERE in Solus's temple--the lack of indents and scorch marks are a key sign that it's not his room--eyebrow perked.]

So uh...can you guys do me a favour and just watch this for me?

[Before you can even give an answer, he sets the Link back slightly, giving a full shot of him. Grabbing a grenade.

And pulling the pin--PLEASE NO WHEELJACK. 

He sets it a few feet away, folding his arms. And...well, like it should, it detonates. Smoke billows through the whole room, the walls once untouched by scorch are now charred black, and the Link may have bounced a little from the impact.



But...Wheeljack walks out of it, and aside from scorch to match the walls, looks relatively unharmed.]

That's not normal. I'm good but I'm not -that- good.


[Well no shit, Wheeljack.]

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[glass_secret]

Technically, ex-princess.

I've been here for several months. In fact I came around when that Pillar of Doom was still around.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Ex-princess it is, then.

[But the comment makes his finger tap against his chin, in thought.]

Ah, explains it. Kinda had my hands tied the past few months. Sometimes literally.


Bet that was the welcome wagon you always wanted, huh.

[glass_secret]

Well if giant foreboding towers is your idea of welcome wagon, than yeah, that was a pretty damn good one.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Heh, better than my first time here. Landed in a junk pile on top'a some guy rustin' himself to death.

[It was a thing.]

So, since this place's got a thing against me gettin' my paint busted off, you up for a little of that excitement I mentioned?

[Off-roading. He wants to do it, and it's always better with passengers.]

You in or out.

[glass_secret]

[She seems to consider it for a sec. Maybe it could help with getting her mind off worrying about wooden soldiers that may or may not be in Haven.]

Count me it. I could use a distraction.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

What's your location, kid? I figure I better come to you.

[glass_secret]

I'm a the Hub. Meet you out front?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

Sounds good, I--

[His metal plating shifts, shudders, and falls back into place. If you weren't looking close enough, it'd merely appear as a shudder. Wheeljack, however, looks confused.]

The scrap?

[Another shudder. And another.]

[glass_secret]

[She arches a brow.]

Having trouble there, sweetie?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[One more shudder is heard, before he starts checking his compartments and armor creases.]

Let's just say I wouldn't be still standin' like this if I wasn't.

[A brow furrows.]

Should be slightly more vehicular right now.

[glass_secret]

Well, damn, that's not good.

[She knows it's strange for you guys not to transform.]

You think it might be connected to your recent Superman impression?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...Scrap. I need my wheels more than I need tough skin. ...You know, figuratively.

[UGHHH he can't be a free spirit if he's trapped in one form!]

Guess I'll be headin' down to the medbay. How's about a raincheck on that offroadin'?

[glass_secret]

I get what you're saying.

Considering the circumstances, I'm up for holding off to a later date when you can get rolling again.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

's a date then, ex-princess.

Who knows? Maybe I'll put seatbelts in.

[glass_secret]

I look forward to it, Jack.