Fic: Reunions
Oct 7, 2014 5:36:37 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2014 5:36:37 GMT -5
All I can say. I really want Crosshairs. And my brain's already world building with him for the RP.
Reunions
"Well, well, well. What a surprise to find you here."
The voice shattered the previous calm of the hangar bay. Wheeljack had been toiling away at his work bench armed with a screwdriver as he worked hard to pry open a broken flex stabiliser. Despite how deeply focused he was, there was no reaction to the intrusion except a tightening of Wheeljack's grip and perhaps the slightest flick from the metal pieces on his back.
Probably because Wheeljack had seen this coming. Ever since he'd heard Crosshairs had made planet fall.
"So cold, Jackie-boy. That ain't no way to treat an old Wrecker friend. Thought we were all brothers." When most other mecha might be hesitant to enter Wheeljack's lab without an invitation, Crosshairs jauntily sauntered in like he owned the place. He gave an impressed whistle as he took in the set-up. The workshop had progressively improved the longer Wheeljack had been inside it. Most of the human equipment originally supplied to him had long since been replaced with Cybertronian technology. "Nice set up you've got here," the paratrooper carelessly poked a centrifuge with a finger. "Shoulda known."
"Don't touch that," the engineer ordered without looking around.
Crosshairs raised his hands in an exaggerated gestures. "Fine, fine. I'm not touching anything." In a single leap, he'd pulled himself up the walkway and settled on its reinforced railing, one leg bent and pulled up, the other dangling. He surveyed the other Wrecker who progressively ignoring him.
The grin he shot Wheeljack's back was sharp and not friendly at all. "So, this is all it takes, huh?" he wondered, mockingly.
Wheeljack stopped working. He laid down his tools and carefully, he started packing away the components he had out. "Remind me," the Wrecker growled darkly, "To never, ever get drunk with you again."
"Prime's probably turning his processor inside out, trying to figure out how to get a Wrecker like you back under his command," the paratrooper smirked. "Not realising all he needs to get you falling in line is...this." Crosshairs waved a careless hand at the hangar. "Hard coded engineer, meant for ah. What's the word. Starts with a C. Sounds like-" Crosshairs clicked his fingers, "Collaborative effort!"
Wheeljack's optics had narrowed at his unwanted guest. "Get out."
Ignoring him and on a roll, Crosshairs continued. "I heard you took a vacation from this place. How'd that work out for ya? Didja remind everyone you're Wheeljack, independent ruler of his own destiny? Nah, silly question. Wouldn't still be here if you were. I heard it was your choice to get this thing all set-up. Bet you probably thought you could handle it. Coding compulsion. What a bitch. Not even the Wreckers could beat that slag outta ya."
If looks could kill, Crosshairs would have been incinerated several astroseconds ago. It was only the knowledge of the many, many potentially dangerous/explosive substances that had prevented Wheeljack from unloading a few rounds into the paratrooper above him. "Look who's talking," his words came out sharp and clipped. "Still haven't gotten yourself command. How's that working out for ya? Lack of offers or didja turn 'em down?"
Crosshairs recoiled dramatically, one hand gesturing towards his spark. "You wound me, Jackie-boy. You wound me deep. Told ya a thing in private confidence and you use it against me-"
"Like you don't do the same to me," Wheeljack scoffed.
The paratrooper straightened and leaned forward. "Nah, come on mech. Don't blame me for your lapse in judgement when you decide to trust me. You need to get outta here. I need to get outta here. We should both leave this lousy little planet before our respectively shitty programming starts sinking its hooks into us again. Well, I need to. Dunno 'bout you, I have my doubts about whether you're salvageable or not. Maybe you're too far gone. Anyway, whaddya say?"
Crosshairs allowed himself to drop down to the ground, his metallic 'coat' flaring around him. He stood up and held out a hand. "Partners?"
Wheeljack snorted and backed away, allowing his door to become quite obvious. "Not a chance, Cross. Not one chance."
Crosshairs didn't seem all that phased by his failure. He also ignored the signal to leave. "Oh come on, Jackie. You really mean to stay here?" his optics narrowed in realization. "Is it because of Bulk? The two of you back together again, just like old times?" those optics went shrewd. "No, no, that's not it either. Bulk would be in here, if that's how it was."
Crosshairs loomed and invaded Wheeljack's personal space, his optics searching Wheeljack's face. The other Wrecker growled in warning. "Oh, but you want it to be," Crosshairs clicked in mock sympathy, finding something in Wheeljack's optics. "Forgotten how he betrayed us already? Left the Wreckers, left you to go follow Optimis Prime. You couldn't dissuade him then, 'Jack, you think things have changed?"
"We all made our choices," Wheeljack ground out. His frame was tense with aggression but he contained himself because any violence would need to be moved outside. Outside where anyone could hear them. Wheeljack wanted this encounter contained to just them.
"And yours are to live in the past, as always," Crosshairs backed off with a jaunty saunter. "Time to move on Jackie-boy. You don't need Bulk. Or this lab either. Chains to the past that are just holding you back. Come mech, its a big universe out there. Whadya say?"
Wheeljack's shoulders lowered in defeat. "I'll think about it," he hissed. He jabbed a finger at the door. "Out."
Crosshairs gave the smile of a predator that had sensed weakness and knew victory was near. "That's all I'm asking. See ya."
With a whirl that sent his coat through the air, Crosshairs turned on one foot and pivoted straight for the exit. That was one Wrecker down, the paratrooper was pretty certain. Same 'ol Wheeljack. Really never did change and Crosshairs knew how to work his buttons. Wheeljack would be an immensely useful mech to have by his side (under his command, Crosshairs liked to think though he was not stupid enough to tell the other Wrecker that.)
Now to see if there were other discontent mecha round base that he could do some fast talking with.
Reunions
"Well, well, well. What a surprise to find you here."
The voice shattered the previous calm of the hangar bay. Wheeljack had been toiling away at his work bench armed with a screwdriver as he worked hard to pry open a broken flex stabiliser. Despite how deeply focused he was, there was no reaction to the intrusion except a tightening of Wheeljack's grip and perhaps the slightest flick from the metal pieces on his back.
Probably because Wheeljack had seen this coming. Ever since he'd heard Crosshairs had made planet fall.
"So cold, Jackie-boy. That ain't no way to treat an old Wrecker friend. Thought we were all brothers." When most other mecha might be hesitant to enter Wheeljack's lab without an invitation, Crosshairs jauntily sauntered in like he owned the place. He gave an impressed whistle as he took in the set-up. The workshop had progressively improved the longer Wheeljack had been inside it. Most of the human equipment originally supplied to him had long since been replaced with Cybertronian technology. "Nice set up you've got here," the paratrooper carelessly poked a centrifuge with a finger. "Shoulda known."
"Don't touch that," the engineer ordered without looking around.
Crosshairs raised his hands in an exaggerated gestures. "Fine, fine. I'm not touching anything." In a single leap, he'd pulled himself up the walkway and settled on its reinforced railing, one leg bent and pulled up, the other dangling. He surveyed the other Wrecker who progressively ignoring him.
The grin he shot Wheeljack's back was sharp and not friendly at all. "So, this is all it takes, huh?" he wondered, mockingly.
Wheeljack stopped working. He laid down his tools and carefully, he started packing away the components he had out. "Remind me," the Wrecker growled darkly, "To never, ever get drunk with you again."
"Prime's probably turning his processor inside out, trying to figure out how to get a Wrecker like you back under his command," the paratrooper smirked. "Not realising all he needs to get you falling in line is...this." Crosshairs waved a careless hand at the hangar. "Hard coded engineer, meant for ah. What's the word. Starts with a C. Sounds like-" Crosshairs clicked his fingers, "Collaborative effort!"
Wheeljack's optics had narrowed at his unwanted guest. "Get out."
Ignoring him and on a roll, Crosshairs continued. "I heard you took a vacation from this place. How'd that work out for ya? Didja remind everyone you're Wheeljack, independent ruler of his own destiny? Nah, silly question. Wouldn't still be here if you were. I heard it was your choice to get this thing all set-up. Bet you probably thought you could handle it. Coding compulsion. What a bitch. Not even the Wreckers could beat that slag outta ya."
If looks could kill, Crosshairs would have been incinerated several astroseconds ago. It was only the knowledge of the many, many potentially dangerous/explosive substances that had prevented Wheeljack from unloading a few rounds into the paratrooper above him. "Look who's talking," his words came out sharp and clipped. "Still haven't gotten yourself command. How's that working out for ya? Lack of offers or didja turn 'em down?"
Crosshairs recoiled dramatically, one hand gesturing towards his spark. "You wound me, Jackie-boy. You wound me deep. Told ya a thing in private confidence and you use it against me-"
"Like you don't do the same to me," Wheeljack scoffed.
The paratrooper straightened and leaned forward. "Nah, come on mech. Don't blame me for your lapse in judgement when you decide to trust me. You need to get outta here. I need to get outta here. We should both leave this lousy little planet before our respectively shitty programming starts sinking its hooks into us again. Well, I need to. Dunno 'bout you, I have my doubts about whether you're salvageable or not. Maybe you're too far gone. Anyway, whaddya say?"
Crosshairs allowed himself to drop down to the ground, his metallic 'coat' flaring around him. He stood up and held out a hand. "Partners?"
Wheeljack snorted and backed away, allowing his door to become quite obvious. "Not a chance, Cross. Not one chance."
Crosshairs didn't seem all that phased by his failure. He also ignored the signal to leave. "Oh come on, Jackie. You really mean to stay here?" his optics narrowed in realization. "Is it because of Bulk? The two of you back together again, just like old times?" those optics went shrewd. "No, no, that's not it either. Bulk would be in here, if that's how it was."
Crosshairs loomed and invaded Wheeljack's personal space, his optics searching Wheeljack's face. The other Wrecker growled in warning. "Oh, but you want it to be," Crosshairs clicked in mock sympathy, finding something in Wheeljack's optics. "Forgotten how he betrayed us already? Left the Wreckers, left you to go follow Optimis Prime. You couldn't dissuade him then, 'Jack, you think things have changed?"
"We all made our choices," Wheeljack ground out. His frame was tense with aggression but he contained himself because any violence would need to be moved outside. Outside where anyone could hear them. Wheeljack wanted this encounter contained to just them.
"And yours are to live in the past, as always," Crosshairs backed off with a jaunty saunter. "Time to move on Jackie-boy. You don't need Bulk. Or this lab either. Chains to the past that are just holding you back. Come mech, its a big universe out there. Whadya say?"
Wheeljack's shoulders lowered in defeat. "I'll think about it," he hissed. He jabbed a finger at the door. "Out."
Crosshairs gave the smile of a predator that had sensed weakness and knew victory was near. "That's all I'm asking. See ya."
With a whirl that sent his coat through the air, Crosshairs turned on one foot and pivoted straight for the exit. That was one Wrecker down, the paratrooper was pretty certain. Same 'ol Wheeljack. Really never did change and Crosshairs knew how to work his buttons. Wheeljack would be an immensely useful mech to have by his side (under his command, Crosshairs liked to think though he was not stupid enough to tell the other Wrecker that.)
Now to see if there were other discontent mecha round base that he could do some fast talking with.