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Pretty sure this was mentioned before, but

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“I will help in any way I can, Starscream. For the sake of Cybertron and my debt to you.”

Still examining the lab, the engineer froze in place at something he spotted in the back.  Starscream wouldn’t…Moving slowly closer, Wheeljack turned to cross his arms at the seeker.

“I am aware you saved my life and I am grateful, but did you really need to put that in here.”

Wheeljack was of course referencing the CR chamber in the back of the lab. The very familiar CR chamber.

New Lab for Wheeljack

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Looks around the lab with curious optics, something was familiar about this place.

“It’s more than I expected, thank you, Starscream.”

Walking around the large lab, Wheeljack wondered who this used to belong too.  “What are the plans for Cybertron now?”

New Lab for Wheeljack

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((Changed the URL again))

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So my last math joke got 68 notes on it, and that’s easily 10x as many as on any other post I’ve ever made.

You’re all just encouraging me to make bad science puns with crappy line drawings of robots.

I hope you can live with your life choices.

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#Well that's certainly one reason not to drink while working... #*chuckles*

It's not advised, no.

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I literally got 2 requests so now I’m just posting more Percy and Wheeljack being idiot scientists because that’s my favorite.

I slay myself, I really do.

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>>On my way, Starscream.<<

Wheeljack didn’t expect a new lab so quickly, not when Cybertron was in need of so much repair work. Maybe Starscream had a plan for him, put the engineers skills to good use.

Transforming, Wheeljack drove to the location and skidded to a halt just outside his new lab. Well, Starscream wasn’t lying when he said a bigger lab. Time to go greet and thank his new leader.

New Lab for Wheeljack

After being busy in trying to get Iacon together again, he almost forgot one of his ‘promises’ so to say. Starscream transforms and goes to one of the new laboratories that was located not too far from his location. It was bigger than Wheeljack’s old one for sure. He did promise a bigger one. And starts to clear the area by using his frame to move slabs of debris away.

Once the clearing is away, he walks inside to find any unwanted debris located in there and getting those out too. Why was he doing all of this dirty work? Not like him but whatever, Wheeljack had saved his life and he was returning that favor.

Finishing with the insides, Starscream stands outside looking at it. “Mm." Setting his comm up, he decides to contact Wheeljack.

»Wheeljack. You know that lab I told you about? Well, its ready and I’m sending you the coordinates.« Pings them to him.

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“Dying is not a pleasant experience. As morbid as this sounds, I hope yours was less violent than mine.”

Hopefully less painful too, the engineer still had a pounding helm ache after being shot.  After that everything is a blur, at least Cybertron is safe at least. Just needs a little rebuilding.

“You are a strong bot, Eject. I’m sure we will become close again over time. Or I might get my memories back, stranger things have happened.”

"I’ll do what I can. I, uhh…" Wheeljack has retained no memories, so he must not recall the fact that the twins had recently taken sick. “I just got over being, uhh, kinda dead so everything from here is gravy, I guess."

For his part, Eject is still feeling a little shell-shocked from how easy and quickly he’d lost a friend. This isn’t the first time someone important to him has disappeared (and it won’t, sadly, be the last), and the little mech is beginning to wonder when it will happen again. 

He will be here for Wheeljack should the engineer need him, but Eject has just grown a shade warier with his affections.

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Queen

Finny: WARP

Me: YES WJ

Finny: >does SS like it when you call him queen during

Finny: i cant

Me: o-)

Me: yes

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“Eject, considering past events. I’ll be fine, trust me. I’m tougher than I look, but you keep safe as well. I don’t know what’s going out there but I hope it’s not a crazy as it is here.”

Wheeljack made a mental note to keep in touch with Eject, it would help the security mech calm and not worry so much. Well it might help calm him down. Eject knew more about him, than Wheeljack knew about Eject. It would be difficult to find out more about this mech but Wheeljack, liked challenges.

Eject frowns, but obligingly settles (a little bit, anyway). He might not have been alive for very long (at least not for the second time around), but it obviously doesn’t take him long to immediately settle into his old overprotective ways. Now that he has access to any surveillance system he can get his hands (or, well, processor) on, it’s only bound to get worse. 

“Don’t trust him, Wheeljack. I’ve seen corkscrews less twisty than that guy,” Eject scowls fiercely at the empty air, optics narrowing behind his visor. “Slag, I don’t like you bein’ down there all by yourself…” he sighs. “Be careful, okay? I mean, I know you know what you’re doin’ just… just try not to do anythin’ that you think would make me worry.”

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((Anon I changed his icon to his head exploding, what more do you want?))

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“Eject, calm down!”

The others panic was understandable, but from what the other told him, Eject had just gotten back and shouldn’t over exert himself.

“No one can leave the planet, Eject. And Starscream…Starscream isn’t going to hurt me. Before I died..”, that was still a weird thing to say, “Before I died, I gave Bumblebee advice. It helped stopped, Megatron. Starscream needs me and everyone else alive. I’m alright…A little worse for wear, but as is all of Cybertron.”

Eject gave a little smile. He already felt a bit better about the situation. Wheeljack may have lost his memories, but he was still Wheeljack. Maybe if they made friends once, they could again…

The mech’s next words stop him in his tracks, though. Eject’s eyes widen and he sputters, “Starsc—THAT AIRHEAD IS RULIN’ CYBERTRON?” He shakes his head. “Oh, slag, we gotta get home! We gotta set this right!” He pauses, and then worriedly adds, “You’re not a prisoner, are you? He ain’t hurtin’ you, is he? Because frag, if he is…” he lets his voice trail off angrily.

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“So you took it upon yourself then? Well, thank you, Eject. However you know then how stubborn I am, and I still won’t give up easily.”

It was nice than someone other than Rathcet, went out of their way to make sure he didn’t offline himself. Ratchet…He could still be alive. Well, that certainly raised the engineers spirits..

Wheeljack had to chuckle, “I understand. It’s rather strange coming back to life and not knowing  how you have returned.”

Ah, there went his went good mood.

“Starscream..Starscream is the new leader of Cybertron.”

There was no point beating around the bush, Eject and the others needed to know.

“Unofficially,” Eject admits with a grin. Wheeljack might be… different, in a way, now, but he’s still Wheeljack. Eject gives his head a little shake. Looks like he’ll have to find someone new to knock him around the head when he doesn’t get proper sleep. Eject isn’t willingly leaving the Lost Light anytime soon.

“I’m not sure. Some of the crew are still sick, but stable? A lot of time has passed, I’m still getting caught up on things. It takes a little bit to get your momentum back, once you’ve died,” he concludes philosophically. When Wheeljack fills him in on the situation with Cybertron, Eject’s optics widen. Oh, no…

“Wait, Starscream? You’re trapped on Cybertron with him?”

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“That sounds like me. Where you in charge of dragging me to a berth to rest?”

It wouldn’t be surprising if some was assigned to drag him away from work and force him to relax for a while. While he would normally refuse to leave his work, he would eventually cave and relax for a short while.

“A virus? Is everything alright now?” Wheeljack sighed at the mention of Cybertron, looking around what was left of his lab, the engineer doubted Eject knew of the real damage.

“A lot has happened here, many mechs lost their lives. Things have been said and done and all we can do now is try repair it.”

And hope that Starscream won’t destroy everything again.

“Mainly you overworked yourself,” Eject replies with something of a wry smile. “And a lot of us got sick. Some kind of terrible virus was going around. It doesn’t really matter. We’re both starting from the ground up again, right? Nowhere to go but forward.” 

It would feel weird and dishonest to tell Wheeljack that they’d gotten to be friends. Eject felt that it would seem like he was sort of forcing the issue, trapping Wheeljack somehow… best just to let things happen and see if they can be friends again. Still, it hurts to think of how easily he could lose anyone else he’s close to. 

He winces as Wheeljack mentions his death. “Let’s hope that doesn’t happen again. Are you alone there? If things still are the way they were when I was alive and kickin’, it should be pretty empty.”

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Something was wrong, the engineer could tell. “Eject, it matters. What happened? What happened on the Lost Light? I have plenty of free time for a chat, don’t worry. Now come on, fill me in on what I have missed.”

It was safe to assume he and Eject had become friends, although the fact he had forgotten so much was worrying. “My memory might return, my helm was blasted to pieces.”

Shuddering as he remembered being shot, Wheeljack wished he could give Eject some physical support right now. “I’m on Cybertron, or what’s left of it.”

“Uh…” The minibot opens his mouth, then shuts it again, and just stares at the floor for a few moments. This isn’t the first time he’s lost a friend since this crazy mess began, but it doesn’t make it any easier. “No. I guess… I guess it doesn’t matter,” he concludes. 

He’s a little irritated at himself for this; it isn’t as if he hasn’t lost friends in the war, but to be forgotten is a new and different sort of distressing affair. “Yeah,” he concludes, “yeah, it probably is.” His voice is soft, carrying with it an air of defeat. “Um, you’re on Cybertron now, then…?”