Ep 1. Preventative Measures (Closed. Zoom-Zoom, Wheeljack)
Sept 12, 2014 19:23:42 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Sept 12, 2014 19:23:42 GMT -5
(Ep 1, week 4, just prior to Much Ado)
Zoom-Zoom eyed the door in front of him. It looked like just about any other door on base, plain, boring, grey. But one just had to slide their eyes to the left, right or up to see just about every warning symbol in the known verse plastered on the wall around it. There were human safety signs, then ones painted in Cybertronian glyphs. This area is restricted, warning: flammable material, warning: poisonous material...etc, etc. Warning: explosive engineer at work?
Had Wheeljack done this himself or had Red Alert gone crazy at the wall? It didn't matter, Zoom-Zoom decided. He knew he was at the right place. It was just hard to convince himself to enter when he was convinced that placing his servo on the door control would result in it being blown right off. He'd heard stories, everyone had heard stories about Wheeljack and the work that he did.
Explosions featured in most of them.
At the same time however, Wheeljack didn't take slag from people in authority and was off being a free agent, essentially. He had the sort of attitude that Zoom-Zoom wanted to emulate, except he had no desire to get kicked out of the Autobot ranks on the frontline of the actual fragging war to survive by himself. Wheeljack could survive by himself, Zoom-Zoom...wasn't sure he'd fare as well. Getting sent away to another outpost where he could quietly slip away, yes, but doing that here would probably just get him slagged.
Zoom-Zoom placed his servo down on the control pad. It did not explode. He carefully keyed in the passcode that would give him access to the hangar within, half convinced that pressing the wrong key would result in a bomb going off underneath his pedes. The panel accepted the code with a waaaay too cheerful chime for what it was opening up and unleashing and Zoom-Zoom let out a relieved exvent as the door slid open.
He stepped into a large hangar. This week's wreck occupied most of the space, a good third of it had already been broken down into its constituent parts. Wheeljack himself was perched atop it, no wait, hanging upside and unwinding something in its upper internals. A large number of tools were magnetized to the Wrecker's frame and he easily switched between them as he did...whatever it was doing. Prying something loose by the looks of things.
The minibot carefully tread forward up to the ship, avoiding trailing cables and suspicious looking liquids on the floor. "Uh-"
Wheeljack twisted around and glared at him with one blue optic before returning to his work. "What? What do you want?"
The Wrecker had glanced up when the door first opened. However, seeing as his visitor was neither Bulkhead, Miko nor Fortress Maximus, he felt no need to be friendly when his domain was being intruded upon by an Omega base Autobot whilst he was in the middle of his work.
Deciding that it was probably best for his health to keep this as quick as possible -if the workshop didn't kill him, Wheeljack certainly looked like he wouldn't mind rearranging limbs- Zoom-Zoom got straight to the point. "I need new weapons," he blurted, holding out his servos transformed into said weapons. "Ratchet said to speak to you about acquiring them."
That caught Wheeljack's interest. The Wrecker's servos stopped as he paused. He twisted again, gaze transfixed on the laser pistols. Wheeljack pulled himself up a bit, adjusting his posture, then simply dropped off the top of the starship, turning mid-air to lightly land on his pedes.
Zoom-Zoom didn't have time to admire the aerobatic move. All too quickly, the minibot found his personal space invaded as the Wrecker loomed over him, studying his guns. "Whoa-! Hey-!" he protested as Wheeljack's servo shot out, grabbing his arm so he could inspect the in-built pistols. "I uh-"
"Semi-automatic, huh?"
"Uh, yes-wait what are you-"
Wheeljack had unsubspaced a bunch of tools that Zoom-Zoom really, really didn't like the look of, adding them to the magnetic collection he already had going on. "Come on, siddown," the Wrecker pointed to the smaller room attached to the hangar. "Gonna have to study your weapon systems, see what you can and can't support. Might have to disassemble one of your guns," he mused thoughtfully.
Zoom-Zoom eyed the Wrecker in alarm but allowed himself to be guided into the next room and onto a chair. "Do you-do you have to do that? Can't Ratchet do that? Surely he can give you my specs."
Please let Ratchet be able to give the mad mech what he needed. Wheeljack's servo clamped down on Zoom-Zoom's arm, pulling his laser pistol up so he could examine it. A wrench was detached from Wheeljack's shoulder and descended onto the minibot's weapon with gusto.
"I'm more of a fan of hands on experience. Besides, the doc looks at things differently to the way I do, he's gotta medic's perspective. Relax," Wheeljack advised in a loose drawl. "This isn't going to hurt."
"Much."
Zoom-Zoom eyed the door in front of him. It looked like just about any other door on base, plain, boring, grey. But one just had to slide their eyes to the left, right or up to see just about every warning symbol in the known verse plastered on the wall around it. There were human safety signs, then ones painted in Cybertronian glyphs. This area is restricted, warning: flammable material, warning: poisonous material...etc, etc. Warning: explosive engineer at work?
Had Wheeljack done this himself or had Red Alert gone crazy at the wall? It didn't matter, Zoom-Zoom decided. He knew he was at the right place. It was just hard to convince himself to enter when he was convinced that placing his servo on the door control would result in it being blown right off. He'd heard stories, everyone had heard stories about Wheeljack and the work that he did.
Explosions featured in most of them.
At the same time however, Wheeljack didn't take slag from people in authority and was off being a free agent, essentially. He had the sort of attitude that Zoom-Zoom wanted to emulate, except he had no desire to get kicked out of the Autobot ranks on the frontline of the actual fragging war to survive by himself. Wheeljack could survive by himself, Zoom-Zoom...wasn't sure he'd fare as well. Getting sent away to another outpost where he could quietly slip away, yes, but doing that here would probably just get him slagged.
Zoom-Zoom placed his servo down on the control pad. It did not explode. He carefully keyed in the passcode that would give him access to the hangar within, half convinced that pressing the wrong key would result in a bomb going off underneath his pedes. The panel accepted the code with a waaaay too cheerful chime for what it was opening up and unleashing and Zoom-Zoom let out a relieved exvent as the door slid open.
He stepped into a large hangar. This week's wreck occupied most of the space, a good third of it had already been broken down into its constituent parts. Wheeljack himself was perched atop it, no wait, hanging upside and unwinding something in its upper internals. A large number of tools were magnetized to the Wrecker's frame and he easily switched between them as he did...whatever it was doing. Prying something loose by the looks of things.
The minibot carefully tread forward up to the ship, avoiding trailing cables and suspicious looking liquids on the floor. "Uh-"
Wheeljack twisted around and glared at him with one blue optic before returning to his work. "What? What do you want?"
The Wrecker had glanced up when the door first opened. However, seeing as his visitor was neither Bulkhead, Miko nor Fortress Maximus, he felt no need to be friendly when his domain was being intruded upon by an Omega base Autobot whilst he was in the middle of his work.
Deciding that it was probably best for his health to keep this as quick as possible -if the workshop didn't kill him, Wheeljack certainly looked like he wouldn't mind rearranging limbs- Zoom-Zoom got straight to the point. "I need new weapons," he blurted, holding out his servos transformed into said weapons. "Ratchet said to speak to you about acquiring them."
That caught Wheeljack's interest. The Wrecker's servos stopped as he paused. He twisted again, gaze transfixed on the laser pistols. Wheeljack pulled himself up a bit, adjusting his posture, then simply dropped off the top of the starship, turning mid-air to lightly land on his pedes.
Zoom-Zoom didn't have time to admire the aerobatic move. All too quickly, the minibot found his personal space invaded as the Wrecker loomed over him, studying his guns. "Whoa-! Hey-!" he protested as Wheeljack's servo shot out, grabbing his arm so he could inspect the in-built pistols. "I uh-"
"Semi-automatic, huh?"
"Uh, yes-wait what are you-"
Wheeljack had unsubspaced a bunch of tools that Zoom-Zoom really, really didn't like the look of, adding them to the magnetic collection he already had going on. "Come on, siddown," the Wrecker pointed to the smaller room attached to the hangar. "Gonna have to study your weapon systems, see what you can and can't support. Might have to disassemble one of your guns," he mused thoughtfully.
Zoom-Zoom eyed the Wrecker in alarm but allowed himself to be guided into the next room and onto a chair. "Do you-do you have to do that? Can't Ratchet do that? Surely he can give you my specs."
Please let Ratchet be able to give the mad mech what he needed. Wheeljack's servo clamped down on Zoom-Zoom's arm, pulling his laser pistol up so he could examine it. A wrench was detached from Wheeljack's shoulder and descended onto the minibot's weapon with gusto.
"I'm more of a fan of hands on experience. Besides, the doc looks at things differently to the way I do, he's gotta medic's perspective. Relax," Wheeljack advised in a loose drawl. "This isn't going to hurt."
"Much."