Lord of the Skies

maverickgrenadier:

Prowl was right…and he knew he was outside his rage and desire for revenge taking control. This needed the long game to win for good and kick the functionalists out once and for all…but Kaon needed one of their own in charge, needed a leader. Even if he was a Decepticon and proud of it, even after the war ended, he would be the preferable choice compared to the return of the status quo before the war.

“Fine…” he sighed, giving up arguing with Prowl on the matter. “Military action…last resort…do it your way first. You have my word…no bombs, no sorties.” That took his rash action off the table. All that was left to see is how Prowl would play this out. He owed it to his friends to see their budding conspiratorial plans to retake Kaon through.

He wasn’t sure how long Wheeljack had taken to answer him. To confirm whether or not their partnership was going to work. It was far too long for Prowls liking even though in the real world it had taken him little to no time to answer him. “That’s a smart answer Wheeljack,” stated Prowl approving of the statement he made.

“How are you feeling?” asked Prowl. “How are you energon levels? Triage will be here in 4 more minutes.”

"Levels are holding...slight drop, but, still above the first critical threshold. I should be fine.” He kept still on the bed, only his optics moving around, he didn’t want to tear open something that was a small leak or made his arm full of energon turn into a mess and leave him right back where he started. “If he doesn’t take any longer than that, I should live.”

He huffed before a slight chuckle came out, “Some day, huh?”

maverickgrenadier:

He groaned….he wanted to get up, argue this, but he didn’t have the strength to. “They’d have to send their whole army after me…and I don’t go quietly.” They weren’t going to lock him up in prison…he wasn’t going to bow to a functionalist tyranny, not again. He saw himself a Decepticon to the end, dedicated to what they originally set out to do, and that’s what he still wanted.

“Need to do something…must…” He shuttered his optics, his train of thought interrupted. Once he was patched up he could think straight…think and actually keep his rage for the Autobots in check.

“We’re going to do something,” answered Prowl, “But we’re going to do it my way.” Prowl wasn’t about to end up incarcerated because Wheeljacks temper got the best of him. They were going to do this in a way where the council screwed themselves, where their true intensions were revealed to the public by their own means, just with a gentle push from Prowl.

“And if you deviate from my way Wheeljack I will not be happy,” warned Prowl. “I have a mate and child I’m looking for, if your actions send me to jail so I never see them, you and I are going to have problems. Understood?”

ETA 6 Minutes. This was going to be the longest 6 minutes of Prowls function since the end of the war.

#rulesandprotocol #Prowl's probably his only friend. He's not going to want to lose him

Prowl was right...and he knew he was outside his rage and desire for revenge taking control. This needed the long game to win for good and kick the functionalists out once and for all...but Kaon needed one of their own in charge, needed a leader. Even if he was a Decepticon and proud of it, even after the war ended, he would be the preferable choice compared to the return of the status quo before the war.

“Fine...” he sighed, giving up arguing with Prowl on the matter. “Military action...last resort...do it your way first. You have my word...no bombs, no sorties.” That took his rash action off the table. All that was left to see is how Prowl would play this out. He owed it to his friends to see their budding conspiratorial plans to retake Kaon through.

maverickgrenadier:

“Is my severed arm, the slashes on my frame, and their severed heads not sufficient evidence? Head towards the site they ambushed Wildfist…you may still see their corpses laying on the path back here.” Unless they caught on…then all they had were what was in their processors. Not a major setback, but still one that required a specialist.

Wheeljack spent far longer than they did on a search, running all his fighters into a need for serious maintenance and breaking the back of his wartime fighter to the point she’d never fly again. The last thing he was going to do was trust the system…but right now his energon levels were still to low to work on complex strategies to liberate Kaon. “Fine…if only because I can’t come up with a strategy to kick Iacon out of Kaon, again.”

He even wanted to say ‘I told you so’ with trusting Iacon…but he didn’t even have that in him for several reasons.

“It’s enough to tell a jury you acted in self-defense,” stated Prowl. He pinged a question about Triages ETA. A small packet came back to him. 10 more minutes. “The only thing these scratches and severed heads prove is someone was attacked, and without witnesses, they’re going to think it was you. Unless you have witnesses right here right now who saw the entire thing then you very well could be a suspect of premeditated murder as well as assault.”

“So no, it’s not sufficient evidence if you want to stay out of Garrus-9,” stated Prowl. “We need to do this carefully. You can’t just go accusing the council of doing something like that! No matter how true it is – they are powerful Wheeljack you know that. Right or wrong they can still have us arrested for crimes against Cybertron, or the Prime.”

Another ETA update: 8 minutes

He groaned....he wanted to get up, argue this, but he didn’t have the strength to. “They’d have to send their whole army after me...and I don’t go quietly.” They weren’t going to lock him up in prison...he wasn’t going to bow to a functionalist tyranny, not again. He saw himself a Decepticon to the end, dedicated to what they originally set out to do, and that’s what he still wanted.

“Need to do something...must...” He shuttered his optics, his train of thought interrupted. Once he was patched up he could think straight...think and actually keep his rage for the Autobots in check.

maverickgrenadier:

That bag was already low, turns out he lost more energon than even he would’ve thought. The news of a medic on the way is welcome news…he stayed where he was, keep from making things worse. “I don’t recognize them…I was outside of Kaon looking at the area Wildfist was killed with my own optics.” He chuckled, lightly, “He took a few of them out himself. I knew they couldn’t take him out easy….”

His slight smile he had disappeared when he thought back to his own situation, “They said the Council ordered my death. I think they’re afraid…they attack me in my own house here at the base…” To him, this was confirmation that certain factions within the Autobots were trying to get rid of high ranking Decepticons like himself to prevent any opposition to their rule.

“I’m going to make them pay for it.”

Prowl continued his futile attempt and soaking up the leaks Wheeljack had sprung so he wouldn’t have to clean it up later, but with Triage on the way it was likely to get messier. “Well unless you can prove they attempted to kill you or killed any of the others you’ve given me files on we can’t really do anything.”

He wanted to say they should do this right, but he knew what the answer would be. ‘Doing this right’ meant asking the same system that spent a mere week and a half looking for Lockdown and the others, to help protect a Decepticon and non-liked Autobot. “Look first, you get patched up. Triage is on his way then after that I’m going to investigate into those murders, I’m going to find out who is behind this. We need to do this strategically. We can’t let our tempers get the better of us.”

“Is my severed arm, the slashes on my frame, and their severed heads not sufficient evidence? Head towards the site they ambushed Wildfist...you may still see their corpses laying on the path back here.” Unless they caught on...then all they had were what was in their processors. Not a major setback, but still one that required a specialist.

Wheeljack spent far longer than they did on a search, running all his fighters into a need for serious maintenance and breaking the back of his wartime fighter to the point she’d never fly again. The last thing he was going to do was trust the system...but right now his energon levels were still to low to work on complex strategies to liberate Kaon. “Fine...if only because I can’t come up with a strategy to kick Iacon out of Kaon, again.”

He even wanted to say ‘I told you so’ with trusting Iacon...but he didn’t even have that in him for several reasons.

maverickgrenadier:

“Try something…anything.” His levels were stable but not ideal, and he turned off any pain receptors in his previously severed arm just in case they were connected. “My energon levels are still low. I don’t know if this came from the Autobots…Maybe the functionalists on the council.” He gestures out to the hall with his good arm, “Could check their processors, maybe…”

He ran through the list of names of those who returned to his task force. “I have a field medic, not a surgeon…he may be able to fix some of this, but I would still need something more.”

“I’ll find someone to check their processors as soon as I can,” promised Prowl. He looked at the IV bag currently hooked into Wheeljacks arm that hadn’t been torn apart from his frame and he sent a quick emergency comm to Triage. It was a code he had taught his team to use in only the direst of circumstance. Triage would know that Prowl was having an issue, a huge issue and to get here ASAP, no questions asked.

“I called Triage,” stated Prowl. “He should be coming ASAP.” He knew he could trust Traige to fix first ask questions later. Though there was likely nothing that Wheeljack had done wrong. Most likely merely missing his own business when these Aft ports decided to attack.

“Do you know anything about these guys? Did you recognize them?” asked Prowl he was already attempting to put together who had done what and who could possibly be behind this. “Think these are the same guys who went after your other buddies?” Could these be the same people who had taken Lockdown and the others?

Prowl had already begun to put pieces together. He still needed a non-bias opinion but it was making more and more sense for the same mecha who were going after Wheeljack and his Decepticon crew trying to work toward making Cybertron easy for their faction as well, it seemed as though this group was targeting anyone Autobot or Decepticon, or in Lockdowns case NAIL that had a hand in trying to better Cybertron for everyone.

That bag was already low, turns out he lost more energon than even he would’ve thought. The news of a medic on the way is welcome news...he stayed where he was, keep from making things worse. “I don’t recognize them...I was outside of Kaon looking at the area Wildfist was killed with my own optics.” He chuckled, lightly, “He took a few of them out himself. I knew they couldn’t take him out easy....”

His slight smile he had disappeared when he thought back to his own situation, “They said the Council ordered my death. I think they’re afraid...they attack me in my own house here at the base...” To him, this was confirmation that certain factions within the Autobots were trying to get rid of high ranking Decepticons like himself to prevent any opposition to their rule.

“I’m going to make them pay for it.”

maverickgrenadier:

Putting his arm back in place at least slowed the loss of fluids, the cut energon lines would still be a problem, but it’s not like it could go anywhere except take up the space within his arm until it’s full…but that would be a real pain until he can get to an actual doctor. This wasn’t an injury he or Prowl could fix on their own.

It took some time with Jackie’s levels hovering near an absolute critical, but they soon came back above the threshold, still low, but enough that he could function now. The pool in his upper arm was circulating to a slight degree. “Frag me…” He slowly turned his head to look to his friend, “Thanks, really owe you one…I need a medic. Someone we can trust…Autobot hit, on my life…” that last part was quiet…he needed to talk to Prowl about this later.

There was a lot the two needed to talk about, but first thing came first, he needed a medic. “Wheeljack is this is an Autobot hit I don’t know if I know any medics that will actually treat you.” He might be able to trust any of his own team they seemed level-headed enough, but in the end, you never really knew someone, something Prowl had come to live by this past year. Ratchet was an option, but he had gone radio silent and no one could get in contact with him. Triage had been quiet for a while as well. First Aid was missing and probably the only medic Prowl could full trust in this situation. He’d be damned if he went to a medic named Flatline. It was a dumb name for a medic. Lockdown had been right in that regard.

Prowls door wings hung low, he’d be damned if he lost one of the few true friends he had. “Wheeljack I don’t know if a medic is an option. I mean I can call Triage but if he’s compromised,” stated Prowl trailing off. He had lost far too much already.

“Try something...anything.” His levels were stable but not ideal, and he turned off any pain receptors in his previously severed arm just in case they were connected. “My energon levels are still low. I don’t know if this came from the Autobots...Maybe the functionalists on the council.” He gestures out to the hall with his good arm, “Could check their processors, maybe...”

He ran through the list of names of those who returned to his task force. “I have a field medic, not a surgeon...he may be able to fix some of this, but I would still need something more.”

maverickgrenadier:

Before the emergency stasis lock kicked in fully, he overrode the process. That modification done while he was with the Wreckers paid off right now. He groaned as he pushed himself up to his knees and then braced himself on a wall as he stood. “Look at those… Autoslags tried to whack me…” He moved towards the med bay, all the while his systems blared about critical energon levels. “Arm’s with those heads…below em all…” He made it to a berth in the bay, collapsing face first on it.

“Frag my life…” He kept a close eye on his energon levels. It wouldn’t be long until they hit the levels where his systems would go into stasis on him whether he liked it or not.

Wheeljack didn’t seem to be making a lot of sense. He seemed to be rambling in incoherent thought and it wasn’t really anything Prowl could go on to pursue the individuals that had done this to him. Prowl ran around the ship getting whatever items he could think of that he might need for the others medical emergency.

He entered the room and saw Wheeljack collapsed on the med bay slab face down. “Primus damn it Wheeljack I’m a cop, not a medic.” Prowl looked for any cloth that could wipe up the energon spilling out of the other. The only thing he had close was Lockdowns prized poncho, he refused to allow Wheeljack to bleed all over that musky old thing. It still smelled like him. Prowl ran to one of the drawers in a nearby desk, opening and closing them furiously as he looked through for a rag of some kind. Eventually, he found one. Covered in oil but it would do.

He applied the cloth over the bleeding area before getting to get his arm and popping it back into place. He couldn’t promise he would do it right but it would be back in place. Now all he had to do was wait for Wheeljack to wake up. With a prick of a needle and a shaky servo, an IV bag was introduced to the ex-Autobots systems. Now it was a waiting game. He contemplated calling Ratchet or Triage.

Putting his arm back in place at least slowed the loss of fluids, the cut energon lines would still be a problem, but it’s not like it could go anywhere except take up the space within his arm until it’s full...but that would be a real pain until he can get to an actual doctor. This wasn’t an injury he or Prowl could fix on their own.

It took some time with Jackie’s levels hovering near an absolute critical, but they soon came back above the threshold, still low, but enough that he could function now. The pool in his upper arm was circulating to a slight degree. “Frag me...” He slowly turned his head to look to his friend, “Thanks, really owe you one...I need a medic. Someone we can trust...Autobot hit, on my life...” that last part was quiet...he needed to talk to Prowl about this later.

He was doing his own investigation after asking Prowl to look into the deaths of his comrades…Wildfist was here, about a dozen miles away from his own airfield and Kaon…what was he even doing this far away from the city? The scene was cleaned up real well, except for several spots of dried energon…he knew Wildfist was worth his mettle; whoever took him out, looks like he took a few of them with him.

He started his walk back to base before he walked into a group of six Autobot soldiers blocking his path. Ever since Iacon decided to assert more control over Kaon, he pulled back more members of his Task Force that came back for perimeter patrol. Just because the rest of Kaon didn’t put up a fight yet doesn’t mean he had to roll over to Autobot authority. At least the arsenal of firepower he had back there kept them at bay, so long as he stayed there.

But he wasn’t there now, was he?

“Commander Wheeljack?”

“The slag you think?”

“The Council doesn’t like you.”

“So what? I don’t like them either.”

“We have our orders for you.”

“Frag off,” Jackie reached for his twin machine pistols as the Autobots drew their swords, prompting him to quickly draw one of his combat knives in his off hand, “I’m not going to prison.”

“Oh, if prison was our intent, we’d have stormed your little base ages ago. No, they want your helm.”

“Frag.”

That’s when the fight broke out. The sound of gunfire from his weapon fills the air, as well as the clashing of blades…not that anyone was around to help him…

He blacked out, waking up on his back, he doesn’t even remember the fight but his systems blared from energon loss. He sat up…his right arm laying several feet from him. He grabbed it and sat up…before he left, he’d sever the heads of the Autobots and take them and his arm in a makeshift satchel made from the trunk of one of the mechs that made for an easy, one armed carry.

Wheeljlack went right for Prowl’s ship, banging on the door to the vessel. Once the door opened, he dropped the trunk, revealing the severed heads and his arm. “Guess what I did today…” and after that he keeled over, his system going into emergency stasis from low energon.

The ship alerted him to Wheeljack long before he started walking up the ramp, Prowl had only just begun his nightly ritual, cleaning up some of the items within the ship, rearranging them to his liking before going to recharge to dive into more research on the things Wheeljack had asked him to look into. He had expected to see Wheeljack but in the state he was in.

“What the frag happened to you?” asked Prowl as he dropped what was in his hands, it fell to the ground with a rather large thud, thankful not broken. Go to the med bay, down the main hallway second door on the left,” ordered Prowl. He wasn’t a medic but he’d watched Lockdown perform welds on himself, he’s performed welds on soldiers in the battlefield. It was basically the same right? “Where the frags your arm?”

Before the emergency stasis lock kicked in fully, he overrode the process. That modification done while he was with the Wreckers paid off right now. He groaned as he pushed himself up to his knees and then braced himself on a wall as he stood. “Look at those... Autoslags tried to whack me...” He moved towards the med bay, all the while his systems blared about critical energon levels. “Arm’s with those heads...below em all...” He made it to a berth in the bay, collapsing face first on it.

“Frag my life...” He kept a close eye on his energon levels. It wouldn’t be long until they hit the levels where his systems would go into stasis on him whether he liked it or not.

#Yes hello I guess this means I've returned for now

He was doing his own investigation after asking Prowl to look into the deaths of his comrades...Wildfist was here, about a dozen miles away from his own airfield and Kaon...what was he even doing this far away from the city? The scene was cleaned up real well, except for several spots of dried energon...he knew Wildfist was worth his mettle; whoever took him out, looks like he took a few of them with him.

He started his walk back to base before he walked into a group of six Autobot soldiers blocking his path. Ever since Iacon decided to assert more control over Kaon, he pulled back more members of his Task Force that came back for perimeter patrol. Just because the rest of Kaon didn’t put up a fight yet doesn’t mean he had to roll over to Autobot authority. At least the arsenal of firepower he had back there kept them at bay, so long as he stayed there.

But he wasn’t there now, was he?

“Commander Wheeljack?”

“The slag you think?”

“The Council doesn’t like you.”

“So what? I don’t like them either.”

“We have our orders for you.”

“Frag off,” Jackie reached for his twin machine pistols as the Autobots drew their swords, prompting him to quickly draw one of his combat knives in his off hand, “I’m not going to prison.”

“Oh, if prison was our intent, we’d have stormed your little base ages ago. No, they want your helm.”

“Frag.”

That’s when the fight broke out. The sound of gunfire from his weapon fills the air, as well as the clashing of blades...not that anyone was around to help him...

He blacked out, waking up on his back, he doesn’t even remember the fight but his systems blared from energon loss. He sat up...his right arm laying several feet from him. He grabbed it and sat up...before he left, he’d sever the heads of the Autobots and take them and his arm in a makeshift satchel made from the trunk of one of the mechs that made for an easy, one armed carry.

Wheeljlack went right for Prowl’s ship, banging on the door to the vessel. Once the door opened, he dropped the trunk, revealing the severed heads and his arm. “Guess what I did today...” and after that he keeled over, his system going into emergency stasis from low energon.

LONG OVERDUE MESSAGE - OOC

I’ve really lost my mood for Wheeljack. Sorta lost it in general for Transformers outside of a select group of people. Now, unlike last time where it was a complete necessity for me, I’m not going to delete the blog. Who knows, my inspiration for Wheeljack might come back. I actually like the reboot so I’m going to keep the blog around in case I come back.

In the meantime you can find me at @seeker-of-the-priesthood as far as things go on tumblr chat. If you just want to reach me and talk, I’m completely fine with that. You won’t find too much activity on him either though, as I said, very select group of people.

I’m most active on my Warframe OC Sybilla, who you can find here. Completely fine with some crossover stuff. Otherwise, this’ll be it from Wheeljack’s blog for some time, aside from a queue of the message so this gets out properly over the next couple of days.

#Last evening rebaggle

LONG OVERDUE MESSAGE - OOC

I’ve really lost my mood for Wheeljack. Sorta lost it in general for Transformers outside of a select group of people. Now, unlike last time where it was a complete necessity for me, I’m not going to delete the blog. Who knows, my inspiration for Wheeljack might come back. I actually like the reboot so I’m going to keep the blog around in case I come back.

In the meantime you can find me at @seeker-of-the-priesthood as far as things go on tumblr chat. If you just want to reach me and talk, I’m completely fine with that. You won’t find too much activity on him either though, as I said, very select group of people.

I’m most active on my Warframe OC Sybilla, who you can find here. Completely fine with some crossover stuff. Otherwise, this’ll be it from Wheeljack’s blog for some time, aside from a queue of the message so this gets out properly over the next couple of days.

#Last morning rebaggle