re_alignment | [Video/Action] [Originating from Solian Temple]

[When Wheeljack awoke, it took a moment for those optics to adjust to the lighting of the temple. He hadn't remembered falling asleep...in fact, he couldn't remember what felt like a significant gap of time. Maybe a few hours? Knowing him, he'd probably had too much high-grade, as Wreckers do, and passed out. But still, why was he here? This wasn't anywhere near the bar, nor would someone just give up when his (and Bulkhead's) room was only around the next couple of corners. That's just plain rude.

But there was something else. Something felt...missing. He couldn't place exactly what, but it sort of chewed at the back of his mind. Figuring it was just him trying to remember the events, he shook his helm and shakily sat upright. Yep, this was the Solian Temple, all right. His eyes didn't lie to him. And he's by the altar too. Just like the newcomers do.

That was...interesting.

He gave his arms a few flexes, making sure everything was still functional before he saw his Link lying next to him. Oh, so they couldn't bring him to his room, but they left his Link just in case he needed it. That was nice. He picks it up and flicks it on, eyes squinting at the light of the screen.]

So...who do I give thanks for takin' me home from the bar?

[Guess who's back, everyone!]

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...I like my corner.

[He's going to stay in his corner.]

I can't come out of it, I'd die.

....Innnnteresting way of looking at it.

Sensible. No one's going to remember me once I become a pile of rust anyway, so the less bots know I exist the better. Won't have as many wanting me dead.

Wouldn't say that.

You joined the Decepticons, Deads, of course you're wanted dead.

But doesn't mean I won't remember ya.

Trust me, you won't.

I said not as many will want me dead. I know a bunch would love to see me offlined already, yourself included.

[He sighs and kicks at the ground.]

You Autobots are all the same.

Whoooaaa...

Getting a tad ahead of ourselves, aren't we?

[Those hands are held up defensively.]

If I wanted ya dead I'd be going at your tailpipe already.

So I'm not worth actively pursuing, doesn't change things.

Man, you sure know how to twist words. Give ya credit.

What I MEANT was, I'm likin' our little chase.

I read into things, it's a gift.

There is no chase, Jackie.

...

[There's a sigh. Even the Wrecker knows when to call it quits.]

Whatever you say, Deads.

There's not much fighting here, no point. You're really hung up on this chase thing, you know.

It's like you said, Deads, not much point in fighting. What else is there but some fun?

You want me to chase you?

Always have, Deads.

Guess I could. Since I do owe you.

Or at least spar with me. Your choice.

You sure I'd be the best mech to spar with?

Depends. Can I trust you?

I haven't killed you yet.

Then I think it's a safe bet.

You scratch my paint and you're fixing it.

I knew you couldn't resist.

Annnddd noted.

Must be that voice of yours, too fragging attractive to resist.

[It's a shame that he doesn't sound serious, isn't it.]

I mean it Wheeljack, none of that "I'll do it later" talk.

Right, right. I'll fix it.

In return, no drainin' my power core.

If I did that where would I get my meals from?

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