[Video] [Transmission originating from Junk Pile]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

 [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.]

Comments

I no rite?

[my_own_trope]

No one yet. Thank me when I make the delivery.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Well...that could work.]

Thanks

[my_own_trope]

So I can make the delivery, where are you staying?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Well, he kinda doesn't want Ratchet to know...]

Think we can meet by junk pile

[my_own_trope]

I prefer a location with a little more cover given the nature of my cargo, you understand.

One of the quadrants would be better. Which is yours?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[It made sense...kinda.]

Solian.

[my_own_trope]

I will contact you when I acquire the materials.

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