Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2014 21:34:47 GMT -5
(Set week 1, day 5, 8.00 am)
Wheeljack placed the last screws into their respective containers before placing them into a cupboard and shutting them. The Wrecker rocked back on his pedes, before glancing around at his lab space.
No utterly wrecked spaceships, just waiting for him to tear down and recycle. The arc smelter was quiet and cold, disconnected from the energon generator normally hooked up to it. All his tools had been put away. The floor was clean of chemical spills and scrap material. No half completed projects sat on the workbenches.
It was clean. It was quiet.
...it had almost felt like home, if only for a little while.
Wheeljack's face did not tighten but something inside him did clench. He's be back soon. Or maybe he wouldn't. The Wrecker did not know. Too many conflicting impulses running rampant. His wanderlust. His desire for solitude. The need to see Shockwave dead. His desire to not occupy the same space as Ultra Magnus.
But also-
His enjoyment of metal working. Inventing, solving problems for the Omega base. The presence of Bulkhead and Miko. And deep, deep down inside, the smallest sliver of his spark that he always ignored, the bit of him that actually enjoyed company and working together with others.
Yes, he would miss the Omega base, not that he ever planned to tell anyone that. But Wheeljack strongly needed to get out of it as well. He was relieved that everything was in its place. He was almost ready to leave the base, there were just a few people to see and ensuring that he had everything he needed for the Jackhammer.
The Wrecker strode unhesistantly out from the lab. The lights switched off and the doors closed behind him. All was silent.
Wheeljack stood outside, his back to the door. ::Ratchet:: he pinged. ::You free? Gotta moment?::
Wheeljack placed the last screws into their respective containers before placing them into a cupboard and shutting them. The Wrecker rocked back on his pedes, before glancing around at his lab space.
No utterly wrecked spaceships, just waiting for him to tear down and recycle. The arc smelter was quiet and cold, disconnected from the energon generator normally hooked up to it. All his tools had been put away. The floor was clean of chemical spills and scrap material. No half completed projects sat on the workbenches.
It was clean. It was quiet.
...it had almost felt like home, if only for a little while.
Wheeljack's face did not tighten but something inside him did clench. He's be back soon. Or maybe he wouldn't. The Wrecker did not know. Too many conflicting impulses running rampant. His wanderlust. His desire for solitude. The need to see Shockwave dead. His desire to not occupy the same space as Ultra Magnus.
But also-
His enjoyment of metal working. Inventing, solving problems for the Omega base. The presence of Bulkhead and Miko. And deep, deep down inside, the smallest sliver of his spark that he always ignored, the bit of him that actually enjoyed company and working together with others.
Yes, he would miss the Omega base, not that he ever planned to tell anyone that. But Wheeljack strongly needed to get out of it as well. He was relieved that everything was in its place. He was almost ready to leave the base, there were just a few people to see and ensuring that he had everything he needed for the Jackhammer.
The Wrecker strode unhesistantly out from the lab. The lights switched off and the doors closed behind him. All was silent.
Wheeljack stood outside, his back to the door. ::Ratchet:: he pinged. ::You free? Gotta moment?::