Bad Science (AU Body Swap thread)
Sept 16, 2014 23:52:24 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 16, 2014 23:52:24 GMT -5
(Body swap AU thread brought to you by bad science and random Wheeljack explosion! Free for all. Whatever goes. No post order. If you don't want your charrie to be highjacked by another player, just let us know. It's a thread intended for shenanigans and highjinks only and in no way intends to be RP canon)
The first thing Wheeljack was aware of was that he wasn't dead. Second, that his comms was being flooded by angry voices. Third was the smoke.
The Wrecker sat up slowly, rubbing his head. Critically, he peered at the sad remains of the neutron engine in front of him. Welp. Good thing he'd insisted on all that shielding for his lab. Just in case, he'd told Fowler when the human had complained about the astronomical costs. He didn't plan to blow stuff up but. Well. These things happen. And it was for that reason the explosion hadn't taken out a chunk of his lab and compromised base infrastrcture. Instead, it had consumed every nearby item and burnt it all to a crisp before the resulting fireball had smacked into Wheeljack and thrown him to the ground. Everything had gone dark after that but Wheeljack figured that all the emergency fire containment safeguards had kicked in, given the foam and water on the floor and the lack of fire when he onlined again.
Ruefully, Wheeljack climbed to his pedes. He'd been long overdue for an explosion. His plating was scorched but otherwise fine. Blast armour. He'd been sparked with it, built for it. Meant to weather explosions specifically, it had taken little modification to get it Wrecker grade. His cohort had commissioned him like this after their experiences with the explosions his predecessor had caused, eventually being claimed by one of them.
::Relax:: Wheeljack pinged the rest of the base, because as disasters went...well, Wheeljack's sense of scale was extremely skewed. ::Just the spontaneous combustion of the last starship engine we dragged in. Nothing to worry about::
It wasn't a lie. He'd been standing nowhere near the thing nor had he been working on it. Hadn't touched it beyond transporting it into his lab. Wheeljack had scanned the thing and hadn't seen any leakages or anything else that could cause concern. But the model he was dealing with...random explosions were the one thing he knew they were notorious for. Whoever had ridden on in this sucker had lucked out.
::'m fine, by the way:: he added belatedly, when someone, Ratchet presumably, started screaming at him to get his aft down to the medbay. ::Seriously. Haven't even lost a limb or nothing. As explosions go, t'was pretty tame. First medic that comes through my door will get a sword thrown at their face. Actually, that's a warning to everyone. I will fix what's been broken so don't bother me::
(OOC: Wheeljack's body swap choice was brought to you by Zercon's randomized generator. It's all her fault and not my choice at all)
The first thing Wheeljack was aware of was that he wasn't dead. Second, that his comms was being flooded by angry voices. Third was the smoke.
The Wrecker sat up slowly, rubbing his head. Critically, he peered at the sad remains of the neutron engine in front of him. Welp. Good thing he'd insisted on all that shielding for his lab. Just in case, he'd told Fowler when the human had complained about the astronomical costs. He didn't plan to blow stuff up but. Well. These things happen. And it was for that reason the explosion hadn't taken out a chunk of his lab and compromised base infrastrcture. Instead, it had consumed every nearby item and burnt it all to a crisp before the resulting fireball had smacked into Wheeljack and thrown him to the ground. Everything had gone dark after that but Wheeljack figured that all the emergency fire containment safeguards had kicked in, given the foam and water on the floor and the lack of fire when he onlined again.
Ruefully, Wheeljack climbed to his pedes. He'd been long overdue for an explosion. His plating was scorched but otherwise fine. Blast armour. He'd been sparked with it, built for it. Meant to weather explosions specifically, it had taken little modification to get it Wrecker grade. His cohort had commissioned him like this after their experiences with the explosions his predecessor had caused, eventually being claimed by one of them.
::Relax:: Wheeljack pinged the rest of the base, because as disasters went...well, Wheeljack's sense of scale was extremely skewed. ::Just the spontaneous combustion of the last starship engine we dragged in. Nothing to worry about::
It wasn't a lie. He'd been standing nowhere near the thing nor had he been working on it. Hadn't touched it beyond transporting it into his lab. Wheeljack had scanned the thing and hadn't seen any leakages or anything else that could cause concern. But the model he was dealing with...random explosions were the one thing he knew they were notorious for. Whoever had ridden on in this sucker had lucked out.
::'m fine, by the way:: he added belatedly, when someone, Ratchet presumably, started screaming at him to get his aft down to the medbay. ::Seriously. Haven't even lost a limb or nothing. As explosions go, t'was pretty tame. First medic that comes through my door will get a sword thrown at their face. Actually, that's a warning to everyone. I will fix what's been broken so don't bother me::
(OOC: Wheeljack's body swap choice was brought to you by Zercon's randomized generator. It's all her fault and not my choice at all)