[ti]Ep 3[/ti]Click. Click. BOOM! [ Closed | Javelin ]
Jun 3, 2020 19:51:11 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 3, 2020 19:51:11 GMT -5
Timeline: Week 1 | Day 4 | Late Evening - at the time of Essential Foundations
Summary: Wheeljack is taking advantage of most of the base being distracted by Optimus Prime's training session to do some meager work of his own in silence.
Silence was usually deafening to others, but Wheeljack was so used to it at this point in his life that it was more than welcoming- especially when it came to Omega base. There had been so many new arrivals since the last time he was here that it was almost overwhelming. There were so many voices to take in at once and many of them seemed to have sporadic conversations here and there at the same time. He'd noted that there wasn't much of a quiet place to retreat to anymore- he would leave one room and cross into another and there would either be someone there talking to someone else, or someone looking to engage him in some.
The old Wrecker just wasn't for it. He needed the quiet and the calm. He tried to keep as much nonsense off his processor as possible so he could focus on things he needed to get done but it just wasn't working in his favor. Bulk knew this about him, but no one else did. Good thing for him that he didn't hide it. Not that he cared if he hurt anyone's feelings by just turning and walking out of the room in the middle of their sentence.
Right now he didn't have to do that. Everyone was busy in some strange sparring session, and while Wheeljack always enjoyed a good fight, he didn't care for the company. He'd passed by the room and noticed that their 'fearless leader' was there, so he called it good and decided that wasn't his swig of oil. He hadn't seen the Autobot leader fight before, and though curious about what skills he may have, he wasn't curious enough to risk being disappointed. From what he had observed in these situations it was uncomfortably familiar to the gladiator pits in Kaon, where the politicians watched the subdued do battle. It was distasteful. To Wheeljack, fighting wasn't a spectator sport. If he spotted any of that, he didn't think he'd be able to bite his tongue and keep from being outright rude about it. So it was best to keep out of it.
Which he did.
With everyone reporting in and wanting to answer the lull of their adoring Commander, there was much more space for the Wrecker to freely move through. He'd set himself up a little workbench in the corner of the control room where he was busying himself with working on the grenade he had been carrying. Currently he was jamming the safety pin and so he could remove the detonation device.
Summary: Wheeljack is taking advantage of most of the base being distracted by Optimus Prime's training session to do some meager work of his own in silence.
Silence was usually deafening to others, but Wheeljack was so used to it at this point in his life that it was more than welcoming- especially when it came to Omega base. There had been so many new arrivals since the last time he was here that it was almost overwhelming. There were so many voices to take in at once and many of them seemed to have sporadic conversations here and there at the same time. He'd noted that there wasn't much of a quiet place to retreat to anymore- he would leave one room and cross into another and there would either be someone there talking to someone else, or someone looking to engage him in some.
The old Wrecker just wasn't for it. He needed the quiet and the calm. He tried to keep as much nonsense off his processor as possible so he could focus on things he needed to get done but it just wasn't working in his favor. Bulk knew this about him, but no one else did. Good thing for him that he didn't hide it. Not that he cared if he hurt anyone's feelings by just turning and walking out of the room in the middle of their sentence.
Right now he didn't have to do that. Everyone was busy in some strange sparring session, and while Wheeljack always enjoyed a good fight, he didn't care for the company. He'd passed by the room and noticed that their 'fearless leader' was there, so he called it good and decided that wasn't his swig of oil. He hadn't seen the Autobot leader fight before, and though curious about what skills he may have, he wasn't curious enough to risk being disappointed. From what he had observed in these situations it was uncomfortably familiar to the gladiator pits in Kaon, where the politicians watched the subdued do battle. It was distasteful. To Wheeljack, fighting wasn't a spectator sport. If he spotted any of that, he didn't think he'd be able to bite his tongue and keep from being outright rude about it. So it was best to keep out of it.
Which he did.
With everyone reporting in and wanting to answer the lull of their adoring Commander, there was much more space for the Wrecker to freely move through. He'd set himself up a little workbench in the corner of the control room where he was busying himself with working on the grenade he had been carrying. Currently he was jamming the safety pin and so he could remove the detonation device.