re_alignment | [AUDIO TRANSMISSION: ALPHA TRION'S TEMPLE]

[He raises his hands up slightly, showing he's not armed... Aside from the two blades on his back, but they aren't in his hands. It's okay.]

You're jumpy as ever.

[And he eases that position.]

'Pologies. You're just really good at that creepin' thing.

Yeah? Tell that to everyone that insults my paint job.

...Thanks. For this.

Any particular way you wanted to do this?

Yeah yeah, don't mention it.

[Don't go all feelings on him he can't brain those.]

Uh...whatever works for you.

[It's not really many bots that'll do this for him. He at least had to say thanks. Before something happens and he dies of course.]

You could always give me direct access to your power core.

[What's a few internal scars right.]

[There's slight hesitance. Yeah...direct access is...gonna be slightly painful.]

...

[But...he has no better ideas. Shing. It the plating opens up.]

Swear to Primus if you take advantage of this--

[He knows of other ways, but hey if Jackie isn't going to ask for them, he's not going to mention them. Direct access is always the best.]

Looks delicious. And I get it, I take more than I'm allowed and I'm in trouble. Unless you mean taking advantage of this another way.

[He gives Wheeljack a small push.]

Sit. You might want to get comfortable while you still can.

[He's not sure how comforting 'delicious' is, considering this could kill him. But he takes a seat, his eyes never leaving the neon-bot.]

Nah, that seems like a lot more fun than this.

Regretting this already?

[Dead End seats himself in Wheeljack's lap, adjusting himself to best siphon energy. It'll be hard to not drain Wheeljack completely dry.]

I'll make it up to you later.

[If he doesn't kill the Autobot here and now, but how hard can holding himself back be. He's done this kind of thing before... He's never been this hungry before, but it should work out just fine. He doesn't give the other mech much time to say anything however, just getting straight to getting some energy finally. If it hurts? Not his problem.]

[He'd say something, but Dead End wastes no time in making himself comfortable in his lap. Normally, he wouldn't mind this. Dead End always did fit perfectly into his own frame. It was both really weird and really convenient.

But...well, the Stunticon was pretty much chowing down into his Power Core, and he gives a slight hiss at the contact. It was an odd sensation, a draining one, but he keeps his cool, merely balling his hands up into fists as Dead End helps himself.]

[He doesn't even register that hiss, fully focused on draining as much energy as he can get away with. It won't be a full power core, his luck isn't good enough for that, or luck seems to favor the Wrecker. The energy should be enough to satisfy him, but he'll probably want a full core later on. If he can get more than Wheeljack's given him permission for, all the better. He's certainly going to try.]

[Wheeljack grits his teeth as he watches the Stunticon drain him. He could only hope that no one would notice the difference in his power core levels--Ratchet was gone, so he could recover in his room and just tell Bulk he wore himself out. Refuel on some Energon and walk it off. Yes. That was the plan. He keeps his eye heavily trained on Dead End, and when he starts to really feel lightheaded, he gives a nudge. Hey.]

[The Stunticon feels the nudge, but it does little to stop him. Stopping so soon? It just felt like he'd started getting energy, he'd like to get at least a bit more. Wheeljack's going to have to do more than just nudge him to get him to stop.]

[When Dead End doesn't stop, he gives a harder nudge, or as hard as he can get for the moment.]

Deads, you're...

you're done.

[There's a faint grumble from his engine as he siphons a last bit of energy for himself and reluctantly pulls away. He could finish him, should finish him. Get a full power core's worth, but Wheeljack had a lot of friends. Doesn't stop him from staring at the core seriously thinking about it though.]

[Yeah, he sees you oogling it, Dead End, and shoves you off. The plating shakily covers it back up as he tries to regain his composure, a hand going to his helm.]

Scrap...

[He stays where he lands, optics remaining fixed on Wheeljack's power core location. No. Wheeljack has a lot of friends and a drained power core wouldn't look good when he was asking for cores. It's just another thing he can't have. It's just how his luck is. Just, be glad he's not dead for now.]

You sure you can't spare a little more?

[Just...this look, Dead End.]

I think you had enough...

[That hand rubs his helm.]

Feel like I got hit by my own ship.

Could do with a bit more...

[That look would be more effective if he were looking at the Wrecker's face.]

I think getting hit by your ship would have killed you.

Hey, we agreed to part of it. Not most.

[That hand goes to his chest, rubbing it.]

And I could have taken all of it... I'm guessing you have a lot of friends here.

And right there is the reason I don't trust ya.

I could have, but I didn't. And you trusted me enough to let me take energy.

...Just saying you're not dead yet, so maybe you pushed me off too soon.

You only didn't cause I stopped ya.

[He shakes his head a little to regain composure.]

Aft.

I'd have stopped.

[Probably.]

... Don't blame me for something you agreed to.

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