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wheeljackofalltradesPLAYER INFO
Name/Nickname: RC
Age: 22
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MSN: rogueclawdite@hotmail.com
Email: amatthiese@gmail.com
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Wheeljack
Canon: Transformers Prime
Point taken from canon: Right after he gains his vehicle mode in Episode 6 of Season 2.
Age: Since he’s an alien robot species, he’s quite old, possibly in the millions. But to make an equivalent to human years, he’d be about late twenties, early thirties.
Gender: Assumed Male
Appearance:
Full Body
Full body with Blaster
Full body with Swords
Vehicle Mode
Background:
Wheeljack wiki article
Personality:
In a word? Efficient. In two? Loose Cannon. He really stands out when it comes to his Autobot brethren, from the way he operates on the field to how he reacts when off. Needless to say, Wheeljack is a bot who wants the job done, and knows how to do it. He’s pretty much your stereotypical action hero, one-liners included. When he’s not looking to save the day by shoving his dual blades into a Decepticon, he’s building things that might help accomplish that task even better. Being a wrecker, he’s always act first, think later, and this line of thinking has been both a strong and a weak point for him. He's not exactly the cuddliest bot, so don't expect him to snuggle or be all up on touchy-feely stuff, but he always puts the people he cares about first when it comes to a serious situation, despite his hot-headed nature.
That isn't to say Wheeljack isn't intelligent. He's very skilled in mechanical engineering, being able to take stuff apart and rebuild them just after merely scanning the parts. He'd never admit to being called an inventor, but he has tinkered with different kinds of explosives, as well as devising new ways to put some dents into Decepticons. To the point of even being a little too eager about it. Most of his explosives? Probably handmade. But that's not all he can make! As long as it has an engine, you've got his attention like you wouldn't believe. Those blue optics of his will light up at the sight of a new piece of engineering, and the questions won't stop until he's all in the know. So if you want to be friends, he's all up for talking mechanics, willing to put his input in whenever possible. In fact, this might be the only time you won't see him with a snarky remark or some hidden inside joke awaiting. The bot knows what he's talking about, and if he thinks something's going to explode, chances are...it probably will.
Wheeljack's relationship with the Autobots is...strained at best. Yes, he's aligned with Optimus Prime and his followers, but that doesn't mean he agrees with everything the old bot preaches. Autobots tend to lean towards peaceful negotiations (not that Decepticons ever accept those terms) and as little fighting as possible. Peace and diplomacy? That stuff's boring. Can't he just go slice up a Con's face while you guys handle the talking? This extreme difference in opinion makes for slight ripples in the Autobot teamwork, but rest assured, he would never side with anyone other than the Prime's forces. One of these days he'll learn that it's not so easy to just go after someone; at least that's what Optimus hopes...before it's too late. He's also a bit of a drifter, bouncing from rock to rock, so he doesn't tend to take staying in one place too well, which can put a strain on his Autobot comrades when they're so desperately short of soldiers as it is.
And then there's Wheeljack's sarcasm. Boy is it fun to deal with. Pretty much every other sentence of his is a one-liner of some sort. He cracks jokes whenever he feels the situation is too tense, which may or may not be deemed appropriate for the matter at hand. It's sort of a self defense mechanism, especially when he's in a strange environment, or as a way of chilling nerves on the battlefield. Not that they weren't steeled to start with.
Loyalty is everything to Wheeljack. The one guy he would follow no matter what is his his fellow Wrecker and best bud, Bulkhead. They've had quite a history together, battling Decepticons all over the galaxy, pounding their afts into mere sand. It's honestly the ultimate bromance, as they'll hug, chest bump, fist pound, you name it. Bulkhead is probably the only bot he'd ever be open with, letting down that wall of sarcasm and even possibly getting intimate. Don't get the wrong idea, though. While he's got a soft spot for the big lug, it's nothing cuddly. They're rough and tumble, and feelings just aren't his thing. There is the ever-rare remorse or sadness, but good luck cracking that egg. It's pretty solid.
Wheeljack is still new to the concept of humans. All he knows is they're something he has to make sure to protect from the Decepticons, because they're not only smaller, but lack a protective shell. He's never really spent much time with them, but at least knows they're intelligent enough to have a conversation with. He seems to find them pretty enjoyable for the most part, as long as they don't expect too much out of him. Who knows? He might even take to having a human to look after, if he found one that really appealed to him. Or if he just got really protective over. Still, he's a free spirit, so he's not quite ready to settle down with his own little squishy friend just yet. But anything can happen...
Abilities/Strengths:
Wheeljack is a well rounded fighter, skilled in almost every form of melee and long range combat. Obviously he has some strengths and weaknesses when it comes to this, but he has knowledge of almost every type of weapon he can get his hands on. A jack of all trades, if you will. While most would think he's pretty much unstoppable, his skill does vary with each weapon.
When it comes to his dual katanas, he's a master. They're what he relies on the most, and perfect for close combat of any kind. It's a lot more satisfying to shove a blade through your enemy than from afar with a blaster cannon. They're his weapon of choice, and takes quite a bit of pride in his swordsmanship. His blades are forged probably by himself, so he knows just what they can handle, how to use em, and is confident that he's the only one who can wield them with ease (Makeshift's impersonation of him doesn't count!)
He is also equipped with a blaster cannon on his arm, although he's not as reliant on it as most Autobots are. Sure, it gets the job done, but aiming takes time, and time is not something that Wheeljack really wants to waste. He'll usually only fire when things are at point blank range, or at least close enough to see the whites in their eyes (you get the picture). Overall, he prefers his swords, but he's no stranger to a blaster shot if the situation calls for it.
And then there's Jackie's signature move: his grenade. He's always equipped with a grenade on his hip, which he uses when all other options have been spent. Bulkhead has described it as "One grenade, one shot", and it's always been a successful way to deal with things (although a bit rash). But hey, wrecking things is what a Wrecker does, so to Wheeljack it's just another part of the job...it just happens to be a bit more fun than the others. It's safe to say he makes these grenades himself.
As far as personality goes, Wheeljack's real strength lies in his loyalty to those he cares about. This is mainly towards Bulkhead, but if anyone achieves friend status with Jackie, they've got a friend who will literally die for them. He will (and has) stay with you if a bomb is strapped to you, and attempt to diffuse it. He will (and has) stop you from plunging into an ocean in an attempt to save many but sacrifice yourself. Despite how Wreckers tend to work alone, Wheeljack puts a lot of his morality into those he loves, hiding his feelings around tough love. It's a good trait he has, and his physical strength is greatly benefited by this loyalty.
That isn't to say that Wheeljack doesn't value his own life. If there's one thing he won't do, it's die. He has a will to go on that surpasses most other bots of his kind, and despite his almost suicidal nature, he has no intention of ever joining the ranks of fallen soldiers. Some call it painfully optimistic, but it's what keeps him going, and many Decepticons will find that it's hard to keep a guy like this down and out. He's not going to be some memory for the archives.
Weaknesses:
Despite his capabilities in battle, Wheeljack tends for forget that there are other ways to deal with a problem than springing into action. He’s not one for diplomatic action, rather letting his swords do the talking. He’s by no means a follower, and will do what HE thinks is the best solution...which normally involves his dual blades. Partnered with a hot temper, it can be quite nerve-wracking for those around him to try and keep him in line.
As stated before, Wheeljack has a temperment. And this can sometimes lead to him LITERALLY being a loose cannon. When he's angry, he'll shoot off at the mouth, talking down anyone, no matter the rank. It can cause rifts between him and his fellow Autobots, especially Optimus Prime, who tends to be the receiving end of a lot of his complaints. His brash way of speaking isn't for everyone, and is an acquired taste at best. Frankly, if you're not his friend, you might get a little snark from him, whether he intends it or not. This can be strainful to relationships, but it's worth it if you get past this initial rough-around-the-edges type.
He's also not very good with rational decisions. He'd rather shoot first, ask questions later. As you can probably guess, this is a bit of a bad thing for those who would rather just sit and think things out. His rash decisions tend to cause explosions (really) and while he realizes this is a problem, he also realizes that not taking action is an option that he just can't morally abide by. It's a hindrance to his own personality, and while he knows it, he accepts it as part of himself, and people who don't like it? They'll just have to deal.
While he is a skilled fighter, Wheeljack is one of the smaller bots out there. And no matter how trained you are in any form of fighting, big guys are always going to be a problem. Not that he'll ever back down from a fight, but he'll have to be very agile, which is something bigger bots usually don't have. Thankfully, he doesn't have a lot of metal lugging him down, so leaping into the air is child's play for him. However, that lack of metal makes damages much harder to brush off.
Cybertronians are also physically weak to sub-arctic temperatures. Extreme cold causes the energon in his body to freeze up, and can be fatal if not taken care of immediately. In fact, most forms of water are a danger to him. He not only can't handle extreme cold and frost, but he sinks like a rock. Being electrical to a point, water doesn't help a lot, and might short out a few of his systems. He's an automobile too, so there's no way he could even get back up with jets. Let's just say if he falls in a lake, he better hope he can climb walls, and quick.
Defining Quote(s):
Wheeljack: “If you’re tryin’ to ruin my day, you’re gonna have to try harder”
-Wheeljack being welcomed by Decepticons on his arrival to earth
Wheeljack: “Ugly’s mine!”
-Wheeljack about to slice up his imposter
Wheeljack: “Maybe they gave your boy such a hero’s welcome, he got the warm and fuzzies and decided to switch sides.
Starscream: "Do you not see you are vastly outnumbered?"
Wheeljack: "I see fellas who might vastly enjoy watchin’ me pound some dents into ya."
-Wheeljack escapes from Starscream’s dungeon, and then goes to take some revenge.
Action Writing Sample:
[Wheeljack was not a morning person. In fact, he was the farthest thing from it, more like a 'I'll-get-up-when-I-damn-well-feel-like-it' person. But this bright light that was seeping under the heavy lids of his optics was not going to let up anything soon, so the quicker he just accepted it, the better. Sure, it wasn't his ideal day, but hey, beggars can't be choosers when it comes to sleep. Nowadays, he was lucky his recharge lasted the night. His eyelids twitched, gently lifting themselves up bit by bit, exposing his baby blues to the light in small doses.
Now what was he doing all the way out here? No wait, better question: Where WAS here and what was he doing just sprawled across the ground? That was certainly an eyebrow raiser, especially once those optics focus on the surroundings and gaining details. Yeah, this is definitely not familiar. Now what could possibly be the reason for this?
Some Cons probably shot down his ship. Yeah, that seemed most likely, as he'd just started to leave Earth from what his last memory was. Cons probably got him on his way out, and he fell straight back to Earth. He'd just gotten through showing Starscream a rather painful lesson, so it'd only make sense they'd come after him right away. His ship must be somewhere around here, at least, so he could just pick up where he left off. Thanks for the wasted time, Vehicons.]
Thanks for the pit stop, 'Cons. My ship could use a few dents on it's hull, anyway.
[Now to take a look at those surroundings. After a bit of achy joints and getting those feet under him, he lifts himself up, not quite anything bigger than 25 feet at rest. His eyes dart around, searching for any sign of a living being ANYWHERE. At this point, even a Decepticon would be welcome...at least until things got messy. He takes a few steps forward, almost as if testing the ground. You never know! He's heard stories of sinking sands. Better get that stuff figured out first before you worry about others.
Nope, this ground was solid; that's a good sign. Once that was established, he tapped the side of his head fins, attempting to send out a signal via his commlink. At the very least, his ship would send something back, and he could just fix whatever damage had been done and get out of here. He had places to go, people to see.
...No signal?
Things could be worse. He changed it from simply a ping to a full-out distress signal, hoping there was at least a Cybertronian in the area. Maybe they saw his ship fly by. He could only hope that it wasn't smashed to smithereens, because that would make things ten times more complex.]
Not talkin', huh? Guess I'll have to scope the place out myself. Maybe this is Primus's way of tellin' me to take some time off.
[One more quick scan around the area would be enough before he decided to try a new pl-oh hello. What do we have here? Wheeljack knelt down, his chunky digits reaching towards the small little device that he almost just stepped on. So this place had technology, huh? And judging from it's size, it looks like it's meant just for him. How...convenient. A bit practical, but he won't complain, half the stuff on Cybertron was all kibbles and bits anyway. Flashy but not enough to be efficient. Well, Jackie's not one to toss away stuff that could possibly be useful, so he's just going to keep a hold on this little device for now. Finder's keepers, after all.
Third Person Writing Sample:
Okay, so maybe going right into the Decepticon mine alone wasn't his smartest move.
Sure, he'd done a lot of stupid things in the past, but this was probably one of the times where even he'd admit that he could have planned this out better. Not that he'd ever admit it to anyone else; it was more just a secret he'd keep to himself. His slightly battered body sidled up to the side of a cliff, attempting to get a moment to regroup and think over his strategy again. Those vehicons were no-brainers. He could handle them easily. It was the Decepticon officers that posed the real problem. In fact, he kept his guard up even while at rest, as Soundwave's superior surveillance could find him in a nanoclick--if he hadn't already. The wrecker decided to take this moment to glance over his wounds--His chest plating had taken a considerable beating, there was energon leaking from his side, and a little wooziness in the head.
All in all? He was doing great. Nothing he couldn't handle. With his vitals still in check, he gripped that siding to prevent any more energon from seeping out as he glanced around that rock. And what was he answered by? Blaster fire. Yep, those Cons knew he was still there, merely waiting for the injured animal to show itself so they could finish him off properly. Wheeljack was a war hero, his death would certainly gain some brownie points from Megatron for whoever finished him off. In fact, he could hear Starscream's oh-so-charming voice in the background, softly mocking him as he calculated on what to do next. Speaking of which, that didn't give him much time, as the padding of the Vehicons' feet against the hard ground approached. If he wasn't going to come out, he'd be hunted at close range.
Okay, Wheeljack. Think. What is around you. ...Just a whole boatload of energon. And when he saw that, his grin spread across his face. Sure, this was probably suicidal, but when did he EVER do things that were considered safe for everyone? Never, so why start now? The Autobot's hand slowly moved down towards his hip, unclasping the grenade that he always reserved as the last resort. I think this qualified as a moment where it was heavily needed. Giving one more glance around his shoulder, he tried to judge the approximate distance that he'd need to toss it to get the very best results. A few yards away from the stockpile? Sounds good. With one good backwards lob, he chucked it with enough force to get it where he wanted it to go.
And the reaction was priceless. He didn't have too much time to see anything, but there was a shrill shriek from the commander, the signature transformation noise as the jet took off, heading upwards back into the Nemesis for safety. The Vehicons could only watch in almost betrayal that their commander had left them. Oh well, buddies. That's what you get when you're a follower. Wheeljack's already on his way out, transforming himself and heading out the way he came, the drones watching his example and deciding to follow. A flash of blue light was shown in his rear view mirrors as he attempted to boost his power, the energon being quickly sapped from that wound of his...
No, he couldn't stop now. What would Bulkhead think? His wheels revved even more as he sped out, the explosion hot on his tail and taking out the drones that had decided to swarm after him. Ah, there was the entrance. Once out in the open, Wheeljack transformed and backflipped, the blast finally overtaking the space and forcing him into a nearby cliff-wall. That...smarted. With a groan he fell to the ground, just deciding to lie there for awhile to recollect his strength...if he had any. He'd be up at any moment...
Any moment.
"Hope ya Cons had a blast. I know I did."
Name/Nickname: RC
Age: 22
Journal:
rcbotAIM/MSN/IM: AIM: RogueClawdite
MSN: rogueclawdite@hotmail.com
Email: amatthiese@gmail.com
CHARACTER INFO
Name: Wheeljack
Canon: Transformers Prime
Point taken from canon: Right after he gains his vehicle mode in Episode 6 of Season 2.
Age: Since he’s an alien robot species, he’s quite old, possibly in the millions. But to make an equivalent to human years, he’d be about late twenties, early thirties.
Gender: Assumed Male
Appearance:
Full Body
Full body with Blaster
Full body with Swords
Vehicle Mode
Background:
Wheeljack wiki article
Personality:
In a word? Efficient. In two? Loose Cannon. He really stands out when it comes to his Autobot brethren, from the way he operates on the field to how he reacts when off. Needless to say, Wheeljack is a bot who wants the job done, and knows how to do it. He’s pretty much your stereotypical action hero, one-liners included. When he’s not looking to save the day by shoving his dual blades into a Decepticon, he’s building things that might help accomplish that task even better. Being a wrecker, he’s always act first, think later, and this line of thinking has been both a strong and a weak point for him. He's not exactly the cuddliest bot, so don't expect him to snuggle or be all up on touchy-feely stuff, but he always puts the people he cares about first when it comes to a serious situation, despite his hot-headed nature.
That isn't to say Wheeljack isn't intelligent. He's very skilled in mechanical engineering, being able to take stuff apart and rebuild them just after merely scanning the parts. He'd never admit to being called an inventor, but he has tinkered with different kinds of explosives, as well as devising new ways to put some dents into Decepticons. To the point of even being a little too eager about it. Most of his explosives? Probably handmade. But that's not all he can make! As long as it has an engine, you've got his attention like you wouldn't believe. Those blue optics of his will light up at the sight of a new piece of engineering, and the questions won't stop until he's all in the know. So if you want to be friends, he's all up for talking mechanics, willing to put his input in whenever possible. In fact, this might be the only time you won't see him with a snarky remark or some hidden inside joke awaiting. The bot knows what he's talking about, and if he thinks something's going to explode, chances are...it probably will.
Wheeljack's relationship with the Autobots is...strained at best. Yes, he's aligned with Optimus Prime and his followers, but that doesn't mean he agrees with everything the old bot preaches. Autobots tend to lean towards peaceful negotiations (not that Decepticons ever accept those terms) and as little fighting as possible. Peace and diplomacy? That stuff's boring. Can't he just go slice up a Con's face while you guys handle the talking? This extreme difference in opinion makes for slight ripples in the Autobot teamwork, but rest assured, he would never side with anyone other than the Prime's forces. One of these days he'll learn that it's not so easy to just go after someone; at least that's what Optimus hopes...before it's too late. He's also a bit of a drifter, bouncing from rock to rock, so he doesn't tend to take staying in one place too well, which can put a strain on his Autobot comrades when they're so desperately short of soldiers as it is.
And then there's Wheeljack's sarcasm. Boy is it fun to deal with. Pretty much every other sentence of his is a one-liner of some sort. He cracks jokes whenever he feels the situation is too tense, which may or may not be deemed appropriate for the matter at hand. It's sort of a self defense mechanism, especially when he's in a strange environment, or as a way of chilling nerves on the battlefield. Not that they weren't steeled to start with.
Loyalty is everything to Wheeljack. The one guy he would follow no matter what is his his fellow Wrecker and best bud, Bulkhead. They've had quite a history together, battling Decepticons all over the galaxy, pounding their afts into mere sand. It's honestly the ultimate bromance, as they'll hug, chest bump, fist pound, you name it. Bulkhead is probably the only bot he'd ever be open with, letting down that wall of sarcasm and even possibly getting intimate. Don't get the wrong idea, though. While he's got a soft spot for the big lug, it's nothing cuddly. They're rough and tumble, and feelings just aren't his thing. There is the ever-rare remorse or sadness, but good luck cracking that egg. It's pretty solid.
Wheeljack is still new to the concept of humans. All he knows is they're something he has to make sure to protect from the Decepticons, because they're not only smaller, but lack a protective shell. He's never really spent much time with them, but at least knows they're intelligent enough to have a conversation with. He seems to find them pretty enjoyable for the most part, as long as they don't expect too much out of him. Who knows? He might even take to having a human to look after, if he found one that really appealed to him. Or if he just got really protective over. Still, he's a free spirit, so he's not quite ready to settle down with his own little squishy friend just yet. But anything can happen...
Abilities/Strengths:
Wheeljack is a well rounded fighter, skilled in almost every form of melee and long range combat. Obviously he has some strengths and weaknesses when it comes to this, but he has knowledge of almost every type of weapon he can get his hands on. A jack of all trades, if you will. While most would think he's pretty much unstoppable, his skill does vary with each weapon.
When it comes to his dual katanas, he's a master. They're what he relies on the most, and perfect for close combat of any kind. It's a lot more satisfying to shove a blade through your enemy than from afar with a blaster cannon. They're his weapon of choice, and takes quite a bit of pride in his swordsmanship. His blades are forged probably by himself, so he knows just what they can handle, how to use em, and is confident that he's the only one who can wield them with ease (Makeshift's impersonation of him doesn't count!)
He is also equipped with a blaster cannon on his arm, although he's not as reliant on it as most Autobots are. Sure, it gets the job done, but aiming takes time, and time is not something that Wheeljack really wants to waste. He'll usually only fire when things are at point blank range, or at least close enough to see the whites in their eyes (you get the picture). Overall, he prefers his swords, but he's no stranger to a blaster shot if the situation calls for it.
And then there's Jackie's signature move: his grenade. He's always equipped with a grenade on his hip, which he uses when all other options have been spent. Bulkhead has described it as "One grenade, one shot", and it's always been a successful way to deal with things (although a bit rash). But hey, wrecking things is what a Wrecker does, so to Wheeljack it's just another part of the job...it just happens to be a bit more fun than the others. It's safe to say he makes these grenades himself.
As far as personality goes, Wheeljack's real strength lies in his loyalty to those he cares about. This is mainly towards Bulkhead, but if anyone achieves friend status with Jackie, they've got a friend who will literally die for them. He will (and has) stay with you if a bomb is strapped to you, and attempt to diffuse it. He will (and has) stop you from plunging into an ocean in an attempt to save many but sacrifice yourself. Despite how Wreckers tend to work alone, Wheeljack puts a lot of his morality into those he loves, hiding his feelings around tough love. It's a good trait he has, and his physical strength is greatly benefited by this loyalty.
That isn't to say that Wheeljack doesn't value his own life. If there's one thing he won't do, it's die. He has a will to go on that surpasses most other bots of his kind, and despite his almost suicidal nature, he has no intention of ever joining the ranks of fallen soldiers. Some call it painfully optimistic, but it's what keeps him going, and many Decepticons will find that it's hard to keep a guy like this down and out. He's not going to be some memory for the archives.
Weaknesses:
Despite his capabilities in battle, Wheeljack tends for forget that there are other ways to deal with a problem than springing into action. He’s not one for diplomatic action, rather letting his swords do the talking. He’s by no means a follower, and will do what HE thinks is the best solution...which normally involves his dual blades. Partnered with a hot temper, it can be quite nerve-wracking for those around him to try and keep him in line.
As stated before, Wheeljack has a temperment. And this can sometimes lead to him LITERALLY being a loose cannon. When he's angry, he'll shoot off at the mouth, talking down anyone, no matter the rank. It can cause rifts between him and his fellow Autobots, especially Optimus Prime, who tends to be the receiving end of a lot of his complaints. His brash way of speaking isn't for everyone, and is an acquired taste at best. Frankly, if you're not his friend, you might get a little snark from him, whether he intends it or not. This can be strainful to relationships, but it's worth it if you get past this initial rough-around-the-edges type.
He's also not very good with rational decisions. He'd rather shoot first, ask questions later. As you can probably guess, this is a bit of a bad thing for those who would rather just sit and think things out. His rash decisions tend to cause explosions (really) and while he realizes this is a problem, he also realizes that not taking action is an option that he just can't morally abide by. It's a hindrance to his own personality, and while he knows it, he accepts it as part of himself, and people who don't like it? They'll just have to deal.
While he is a skilled fighter, Wheeljack is one of the smaller bots out there. And no matter how trained you are in any form of fighting, big guys are always going to be a problem. Not that he'll ever back down from a fight, but he'll have to be very agile, which is something bigger bots usually don't have. Thankfully, he doesn't have a lot of metal lugging him down, so leaping into the air is child's play for him. However, that lack of metal makes damages much harder to brush off.
Cybertronians are also physically weak to sub-arctic temperatures. Extreme cold causes the energon in his body to freeze up, and can be fatal if not taken care of immediately. In fact, most forms of water are a danger to him. He not only can't handle extreme cold and frost, but he sinks like a rock. Being electrical to a point, water doesn't help a lot, and might short out a few of his systems. He's an automobile too, so there's no way he could even get back up with jets. Let's just say if he falls in a lake, he better hope he can climb walls, and quick.
Defining Quote(s):
Wheeljack: “If you’re tryin’ to ruin my day, you’re gonna have to try harder”
-Wheeljack being welcomed by Decepticons on his arrival to earth
Wheeljack: “Ugly’s mine!”
-Wheeljack about to slice up his imposter
Wheeljack: “Maybe they gave your boy such a hero’s welcome, he got the warm and fuzzies and decided to switch sides.
Starscream: "Do you not see you are vastly outnumbered?"
Wheeljack: "I see fellas who might vastly enjoy watchin’ me pound some dents into ya."
-Wheeljack escapes from Starscream’s dungeon, and then goes to take some revenge.
Action Writing Sample:
[Wheeljack was not a morning person. In fact, he was the farthest thing from it, more like a 'I'll-get-up-when-I-damn-well-feel-like-it' person. But this bright light that was seeping under the heavy lids of his optics was not going to let up anything soon, so the quicker he just accepted it, the better. Sure, it wasn't his ideal day, but hey, beggars can't be choosers when it comes to sleep. Nowadays, he was lucky his recharge lasted the night. His eyelids twitched, gently lifting themselves up bit by bit, exposing his baby blues to the light in small doses.
Now what was he doing all the way out here? No wait, better question: Where WAS here and what was he doing just sprawled across the ground? That was certainly an eyebrow raiser, especially once those optics focus on the surroundings and gaining details. Yeah, this is definitely not familiar. Now what could possibly be the reason for this?
Some Cons probably shot down his ship. Yeah, that seemed most likely, as he'd just started to leave Earth from what his last memory was. Cons probably got him on his way out, and he fell straight back to Earth. He'd just gotten through showing Starscream a rather painful lesson, so it'd only make sense they'd come after him right away. His ship must be somewhere around here, at least, so he could just pick up where he left off. Thanks for the wasted time, Vehicons.]
Thanks for the pit stop, 'Cons. My ship could use a few dents on it's hull, anyway.
[Now to take a look at those surroundings. After a bit of achy joints and getting those feet under him, he lifts himself up, not quite anything bigger than 25 feet at rest. His eyes dart around, searching for any sign of a living being ANYWHERE. At this point, even a Decepticon would be welcome...at least until things got messy. He takes a few steps forward, almost as if testing the ground. You never know! He's heard stories of sinking sands. Better get that stuff figured out first before you worry about others.
Nope, this ground was solid; that's a good sign. Once that was established, he tapped the side of his head fins, attempting to send out a signal via his commlink. At the very least, his ship would send something back, and he could just fix whatever damage had been done and get out of here. He had places to go, people to see.
...No signal?
Things could be worse. He changed it from simply a ping to a full-out distress signal, hoping there was at least a Cybertronian in the area. Maybe they saw his ship fly by. He could only hope that it wasn't smashed to smithereens, because that would make things ten times more complex.]
Not talkin', huh? Guess I'll have to scope the place out myself. Maybe this is Primus's way of tellin' me to take some time off.
[One more quick scan around the area would be enough before he decided to try a new pl-oh hello. What do we have here? Wheeljack knelt down, his chunky digits reaching towards the small little device that he almost just stepped on. So this place had technology, huh? And judging from it's size, it looks like it's meant just for him. How...convenient. A bit practical, but he won't complain, half the stuff on Cybertron was all kibbles and bits anyway. Flashy but not enough to be efficient. Well, Jackie's not one to toss away stuff that could possibly be useful, so he's just going to keep a hold on this little device for now. Finder's keepers, after all.
Hey, maybe he could use it to ask about his ship! Easily finding the on switch, he tries to remain as covert as possible. Who cares if Prime says they're supposed to be in disguise. He'll be gone before these people even have to worry.]
Hey uh...anyone seen a ship crash nearby?
[And we're off to a good start.]
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Okay, so maybe going right into the Decepticon mine alone wasn't his smartest move.
Sure, he'd done a lot of stupid things in the past, but this was probably one of the times where even he'd admit that he could have planned this out better. Not that he'd ever admit it to anyone else; it was more just a secret he'd keep to himself. His slightly battered body sidled up to the side of a cliff, attempting to get a moment to regroup and think over his strategy again. Those vehicons were no-brainers. He could handle them easily. It was the Decepticon officers that posed the real problem. In fact, he kept his guard up even while at rest, as Soundwave's superior surveillance could find him in a nanoclick--if he hadn't already. The wrecker decided to take this moment to glance over his wounds--His chest plating had taken a considerable beating, there was energon leaking from his side, and a little wooziness in the head.
All in all? He was doing great. Nothing he couldn't handle. With his vitals still in check, he gripped that siding to prevent any more energon from seeping out as he glanced around that rock. And what was he answered by? Blaster fire. Yep, those Cons knew he was still there, merely waiting for the injured animal to show itself so they could finish him off properly. Wheeljack was a war hero, his death would certainly gain some brownie points from Megatron for whoever finished him off. In fact, he could hear Starscream's oh-so-charming voice in the background, softly mocking him as he calculated on what to do next. Speaking of which, that didn't give him much time, as the padding of the Vehicons' feet against the hard ground approached. If he wasn't going to come out, he'd be hunted at close range.
Okay, Wheeljack. Think. What is around you. ...Just a whole boatload of energon. And when he saw that, his grin spread across his face. Sure, this was probably suicidal, but when did he EVER do things that were considered safe for everyone? Never, so why start now? The Autobot's hand slowly moved down towards his hip, unclasping the grenade that he always reserved as the last resort. I think this qualified as a moment where it was heavily needed. Giving one more glance around his shoulder, he tried to judge the approximate distance that he'd need to toss it to get the very best results. A few yards away from the stockpile? Sounds good. With one good backwards lob, he chucked it with enough force to get it where he wanted it to go.
And the reaction was priceless. He didn't have too much time to see anything, but there was a shrill shriek from the commander, the signature transformation noise as the jet took off, heading upwards back into the Nemesis for safety. The Vehicons could only watch in almost betrayal that their commander had left them. Oh well, buddies. That's what you get when you're a follower. Wheeljack's already on his way out, transforming himself and heading out the way he came, the drones watching his example and deciding to follow. A flash of blue light was shown in his rear view mirrors as he attempted to boost his power, the energon being quickly sapped from that wound of his...
No, he couldn't stop now. What would Bulkhead think? His wheels revved even more as he sped out, the explosion hot on his tail and taking out the drones that had decided to swarm after him. Ah, there was the entrance. Once out in the open, Wheeljack transformed and backflipped, the blast finally overtaking the space and forcing him into a nearby cliff-wall. That...smarted. With a groan he fell to the ground, just deciding to lie there for awhile to recollect his strength...if he had any. He'd be up at any moment...
Any moment.
"Hope ya Cons had a blast. I know I did."