re_alignment | [Video] [Transmission originating from Junk Pile]

[Despite having found haven in the Solian temple, Wheeljack wasn't one to stick around in one place. It made him positively antsy, and to be honest, there wasn't much to do there. The longer he stayed, the longer Ratchet would mother-hen him into thinking something was wrong with his processor, or that a dent on his chassis meant irreparable damage. As touching as that was, he decided to stretch his wheels. It's not like they could do anything or go anywhere, after all, so he headed towards the only place he knew of: the junk pile.

Not that he minded that. It was a good place to search for materials. Something to make a good grenade with. Because really, with two Starscreams and counting he had to make sure he had the perfect present for them if the time called for it. And he couldn't rely on the one latched to his hip permanently. It was bound to be used sooner or later.

Figuring he could use a bit of help in this area, he decided to switch on the communicator.]

So...anyone want to go on a treasure hunt?

[He could be seen digging through a pile, tossing out this and that.]

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[OOC: It was just so perfect, I had to ask.]

Rivals in what?

[Korra looks up, up, craning her neck to watch Wheeljack check out the helmet. She feels slightly unnerved at that reminder of how he utterly dwarfs her.]

For some, yeah. It's normal for firebender training.

[After inspecting it, he returns it to her head, giving a little playful tap on it. It suits you, Korra.]

Medical expertise. Doctor vs. Doctor, yannow?

[And then he has to ask.]

Okay, I'll bite. What's firebendin'?

[Korra grins at the playful tap. Then it starts to dawn on her.]

Oh hey, are you talking about Ratchet?

[Korra's eyes bug out. Then she looks embarrassed.]

Sorry, I forgot you probably wouldn't know. Firebending's what my world calls manipulating the element of fire--like this--

[Korra lights up a fireball in her hand, quickly tosses it back and forth between her hands, then snaps it out.]

Ta-da.

[He gives a hearty laugh in return.]

So you've met the ol' doc! Yeah, that's him alright.

[And then he watches Korra's display, and he'd be lying if he wasn't slightly impressed.]

You organics get more and more creative every time I see ya.

Are Ratchet and Knock Out the only ones you know here?

[Korra grins at the compliment. She walks forward, carefully sidestepping Wheeljack, as she begins to climb up a pile, picking at it as she goes, searching for glimpses of red.]

[Wheeljack watches her, keeping a hand out to catch her should she lose her grip on anything.]

Yeah...strange though. Other guys here recognize me...

Say I'm a scientist in their world. Man are THEY far from the truth.

[Korra starts throwing scrap over her shoulder heedlessly, may accidentally hit Wheeljack. She calls over her shoulder, without turning back, so focused on digging and searching is she.]

I've seen three Starscreams. Apparently there can be more than one version of a person in this place. Too strange.

[That's cool. Wheeljack's made to take a hit or two, so the items that might hit him are nothing.]

Three? ...I've only met two.

One was magenta and knew Slipstream; another was blocky and he's the only one who talked about Megatron with me; the other had a growling voice and knows Knock Out.

[Korra spots something red. Begins to pull at it.]

[Okay, the ~~pink~~ magenta one he knew...although the connection with Slipstream was pretty helpful, blocky Starscream must be the other one he me-WAIT.

His eyes shoot wide as he reaches over, almost in a trance and moves some of the surrounding debris for her. He doesn't even register himself doing this.]

...He knows Knock Out? So...HE is here. THAT Starscream.

[Korra was pulling and concentrating so hard, Wheeljack removes the debris without her noticing; she doesn't adjust her force to gel with the debris' abrupt removal, and ends up up yanking out the light armor robe so hard she topples backward, feet slipping off the pile. Before she had dimly registered Wheeljack's words, but they're forgotten in the moment while she falls through the air and damn it she should airbend but nothing's happening--]

[Thankfully his other hand was still at the ready, and it slips right under her just as she begins her descent. That would have been a rocky landing.]

Easy there, tiger.

[He gave a slight chuckle. It wasn't without merit, though. With tugging that armor out, he noticed a large metal casing. Perfect for a grenade.]

[Slightly dazed, Korra looks up at Wheeljack.]

Thanks for the catch. [She grins.]

[Korra's about to ask about THAT Starscream, but then she notices what Wheeljack's looking at, where the red armor just was. She points at the metal thing.]

What's that?

[The Wrecker gives a little smirk and a wink.]

No problem.

[He gives the casing a little toss. It can't be much bigger than her.]

Not really sure. But I know what it's gonna become. An explosive.

Ooh, that's cool.

[Korra presses the red armor against her, looks down at it. Really matches closely to her her firebending uniform for her test. Then she frowns at it. What's something like this doing here?]

[Wheeljack tilts his head to get a good look at her, perking an eyebrow.]

Looks like a perfect fit to me.

Good thing I can just pull this over my clothes right now.

[But Korra takes her helmet off first. Then she puts the red armor on, and replaces her outfit. She does a few quick katas. She settles back, satisfied, crosses her arms.]

Yep, it's a good fit.

[Then her eyes dart back to the ground.]

Um, you can put me down now, Wheeljack. Thanks.

[Oh, right. His hand lowers enough for her to hop off.]

No problem, kiddo.

Glad to see ya found somethin' in this scrapheap.

[Korra nods.]

You, too.

[She glances around.]

What are else are you looking for?

[He took another look around too, finding some stray wires. Those would be helpful...]

Anythin that can be used in a bomb. Specially with THAT Starscream here.