Ep 1 (AR) - Open Season (Closed)
Aug 7, 2014 5:56:17 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2014 5:56:17 GMT -5
(Set beginning of Week 2)
Wheeljack stepped back, wiping his servos clean of lubricant and eying his productivity for the cycle. A large pile of power relays, cabling, couplings, computer chips, hyper coils, ion flux stabilizers and wiring sat in front of him. A much, much larger pile of scrap metal had replaced what was once a twisted wreck of a spaceship. That could be smelted down and reused as the Omega base saw fit.
The Wrecker idly flicked a few nuts and bolts caught in his servo to the appropriate bin. Pits, it had been a long cycle but Wheeljack felt satisfied with himself. It was a rare opportunity to exercise himself this way -or had been, till he came back to this mud ball with crashlandings every other cycle. His circuits were humming in anticipation of what came next. He had a workspace, for once. The Jackhammer certainly didn't have enough space to allow him to build or test out his prototypes. Especially given the propensity for his inventions to explode...
The new weapon designs flitting about his processor would have to wait, however. Wheeljack had been cooped up inside the Autobot base for far too long dismantling the wreck. The work had been enough to keep him occupied and allowed him to ignore the rest of Team Prime. Bulkhead had dropped by at one point and lent a helping servo. It had been a rare chance to catch up and just chat for a bit with his old friend. No interruptions or distractions in the form of Bulkhead's young charge or the Decepticons or Optimus Prime himself. Just the two of them.
It had been...good.
Wheeljack was sorting through the pile of interesting bits and pieces and picking out what he wanted to personally keep. At this point in his recollection of the cycle's events, his servos slowed. Some bots never change, Bulkhead had once told him affectionately, in front of Team Prime. Wheeljack was still possessed by his wanderlust, caught up on what the Wreckers had been and trying to cling to the past and that sense of brotherhood.
Some bots did change though. Bulkhead...if he dared to think about it, had matured under the Prime's lead. And Wheeljack didn't want to resent him for that personal growth, for that improvement, even if it had been Optimus slagging Prime the one who had given it to Bulkhead. The bond between the two Wreckers was still strong and that's all Wheeljack should care about. Just sometimes though...sometimes, it felt like it wasn't enough.
Wheeljack hadn't been enough. Bulkhead had left the Wreckers despite his presence, after all.
Something cracked under his grip, Wheeljack glanced down and realized he'd broken a vortex stabilizer. He dropped the component onto a work bench and turned it over to assess the damage. A strong bonding adhesive might do the trick…
No. He could handle that later. Wheeljack had been indoors for far too long and it was clearly making him melancholy and broody. As he strode out from the hangar partly and very loosely converted into a workshop, he went over a mental itinerary of things he still needed to do. Top of his priorities, the Jackhammer needed a refuel. Unfortunately, a quick look at the Omega base supplies showed their energon reserves were laughably low, probably due to the influx of all the new arrivals. Somehow, Wheeljack didn't think they'd look favourably on him if he started to use the little they had left for his private starship.
So, the Omega base was out. A good thing then, that he had bothered with all that scouting. Optimus Prime might be content to wait on his human allies for information or their pitifully limited sensors -a project for another time, maybe?- to pick up energon. Wheeljack had learnt a long time ago that when you were on your own, you didn't wait to find energon; you spent every waking moment tracking it down. Sitting on your aft certainly did not make it come to you.
So. A raid then. Wheeljack had the location of a few energon mines, Decepticons forces included. It was only a matter of picking which one he felt like hitting up. The thought to ask another Autobot to come along as backup didn't occur to Wheeljack. To him, it was a personal errand, he was all too accustomed to procuring energon for himself and the Jackhammer without any help. That he could fetch energon for the Omega base similarly did not present itself. Bots wanted energon, they'd be searching for energon, right?
Plan firmly in place, the Wrecker strode through the corridors of the Omega base, heading for the control room and the groundbridge.
Wheeljack stepped back, wiping his servos clean of lubricant and eying his productivity for the cycle. A large pile of power relays, cabling, couplings, computer chips, hyper coils, ion flux stabilizers and wiring sat in front of him. A much, much larger pile of scrap metal had replaced what was once a twisted wreck of a spaceship. That could be smelted down and reused as the Omega base saw fit.
The Wrecker idly flicked a few nuts and bolts caught in his servo to the appropriate bin. Pits, it had been a long cycle but Wheeljack felt satisfied with himself. It was a rare opportunity to exercise himself this way -or had been, till he came back to this mud ball with crashlandings every other cycle. His circuits were humming in anticipation of what came next. He had a workspace, for once. The Jackhammer certainly didn't have enough space to allow him to build or test out his prototypes. Especially given the propensity for his inventions to explode...
The new weapon designs flitting about his processor would have to wait, however. Wheeljack had been cooped up inside the Autobot base for far too long dismantling the wreck. The work had been enough to keep him occupied and allowed him to ignore the rest of Team Prime. Bulkhead had dropped by at one point and lent a helping servo. It had been a rare chance to catch up and just chat for a bit with his old friend. No interruptions or distractions in the form of Bulkhead's young charge or the Decepticons or Optimus Prime himself. Just the two of them.
It had been...good.
Wheeljack was sorting through the pile of interesting bits and pieces and picking out what he wanted to personally keep. At this point in his recollection of the cycle's events, his servos slowed. Some bots never change, Bulkhead had once told him affectionately, in front of Team Prime. Wheeljack was still possessed by his wanderlust, caught up on what the Wreckers had been and trying to cling to the past and that sense of brotherhood.
Some bots did change though. Bulkhead...if he dared to think about it, had matured under the Prime's lead. And Wheeljack didn't want to resent him for that personal growth, for that improvement, even if it had been Optimus slagging Prime the one who had given it to Bulkhead. The bond between the two Wreckers was still strong and that's all Wheeljack should care about. Just sometimes though...sometimes, it felt like it wasn't enough.
Wheeljack hadn't been enough. Bulkhead had left the Wreckers despite his presence, after all.
Something cracked under his grip, Wheeljack glanced down and realized he'd broken a vortex stabilizer. He dropped the component onto a work bench and turned it over to assess the damage. A strong bonding adhesive might do the trick…
No. He could handle that later. Wheeljack had been indoors for far too long and it was clearly making him melancholy and broody. As he strode out from the hangar partly and very loosely converted into a workshop, he went over a mental itinerary of things he still needed to do. Top of his priorities, the Jackhammer needed a refuel. Unfortunately, a quick look at the Omega base supplies showed their energon reserves were laughably low, probably due to the influx of all the new arrivals. Somehow, Wheeljack didn't think they'd look favourably on him if he started to use the little they had left for his private starship.
So, the Omega base was out. A good thing then, that he had bothered with all that scouting. Optimus Prime might be content to wait on his human allies for information or their pitifully limited sensors -a project for another time, maybe?- to pick up energon. Wheeljack had learnt a long time ago that when you were on your own, you didn't wait to find energon; you spent every waking moment tracking it down. Sitting on your aft certainly did not make it come to you.
So. A raid then. Wheeljack had the location of a few energon mines, Decepticons forces included. It was only a matter of picking which one he felt like hitting up. The thought to ask another Autobot to come along as backup didn't occur to Wheeljack. To him, it was a personal errand, he was all too accustomed to procuring energon for himself and the Jackhammer without any help. That he could fetch energon for the Omega base similarly did not present itself. Bots wanted energon, they'd be searching for energon, right?
Plan firmly in place, the Wrecker strode through the corridors of the Omega base, heading for the control room and the groundbridge.