A ship is a ship is a ship [Backdated]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

WHO: Wheeljack and Friends

WHERE: Ship building site just on the outskirts of Solus's Quadrant

WHEN: Backdated Feb 28th

WHAT: BUILDIN' SUM SHIPS

WARNINGS: N/A

So if you've gotten the coordinates from Wheeljack, you'll find that he's stationed himself just on the outer edge of Solus's Quadrant.  Away from all the rough terrain that seemed to occupy most of the space there.  Surprisingly, it's well pegged and marked off, with supplies piled high and tarps galore.  One would actually think someone COMPETENT made this!  Well, Bulk DID help.  There aren't TOO many people here yet, just Wheeljack (and probably Bulkhead) setting up frames so the metal doesn't fall over.  They seem pretty busy, but you can go converse with them if you need something to do.

There's a large robot-sized table, with plans laid out that show a ship.  Cute, in design, don't you think?

Or, if you happen to be passing by Solus's Quadrant and you didn't get an invite from Wheeljack himself, feel free to see what's up with the Wrecker and his buddy.  Primus knows they could use all the help they can get.

(ooc: there'll be minature posts, one to recieve your 'job', and the each one's respective jobs where you can mingle! Also, feel free to cross over and discuss with other 'jobs'. Anyone who's built anything knows that everything functions TOGETHER instead of separate. So feel free to converse!)
 

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RECEIVE YOUR JOB

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack's got your job lined up for you. Sorta. You might want to go ask him about it first.

Alternatively, Bulkhead can give you one too.]

[sciencetank]

[He can't believe he's doing this.]

[The only reason he even came out here was to keep the ship from being named some horrible amalgamation of Magnus' favored weapon, and... Wheeljack himself. Which put all sorts of unwanted imagery into his head.]

[He doesn't saunter. He just approaches, his hands on his hips.]

[Well?]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[You better believe it buck-o. Wheeljack hears the tank approach, turning his head to look at Perceptor approaching.

And look at those optics light up.]

Sarge!!

[sciencetank]

[... Not the welcome he was expecting. He tilts his head.]

Yes?

[happyduckbutt]

[Despite not knowing what his task would be just yet, Ventus is definitely eager about being able to help out. He flies in on his glider, hopping off even before it gets too low to the ground. After a brief glance around, the boy jogs on over towards the one that invited him.]

Ventus, reporting for duty!

[He pipes enthusiastically, even throwing in a salute!]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[He likes your enthusiasm, kid. Congrats, you made Wheeljack smile. He shifts his weight, leaning on one leg as he sizes the kid up. ]

Hey kid. Glad to see ya made it.

Why don't you tell me what you're best at? You a techie, or more for hands on labor?

[happyduckbutt]

[Smiles are good for you!]

Uh... well, considering I don't know what you mean by techie, I guess it'd be safer to go with hands on?

[dinnerdate]

[When he'd agreed to help the Wrecker with rebuilding his ship, he hadn't been called crazy yet. Amazing how a simple word could cause the Stunticon to want to change his mind. He could, he easily could, and it wouldn't even matter as Wheeljack would have plenty of help. He was an Autobot, social, people liked him. He'd have no trouble getting his ship built. It would be easy to simply not go.

Or he could simply go and help like he said he would, and just brood on the whole crazy thing later. That and how the whole be friends with Wheeljack again just like old times wasn't working out. At least to him it wasn't.

With a sigh and a look like he's half ready to bolt, he makes his way over to the build site.]

Hey.

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[To be honest, it's hard being friends with someone like old times when...he's so easy to set off. Maybe Wheeljack overestimated the bot...back in the day they'd trade insults like trading cards. Now it was...--the cannibalism out-of-the-closeting probably didn't help. So to be honest, he didn't expect Dead End to actually show.

His eyes actually widened when he heard that 'hey'. And he turned to see it's source.]

Hey Deads. Glad you're here.

[dinnerdate]

[Such are the problems from going from incredibly confident to having dark energon completely shatter it. From having the substance completely change who he was. That was why he insisted that the old Dead End was dead. He just didn't see how he was at all like his old self, or would ever be like that again. The whole friendship thing was a stupid idea, if he really thought about it. Like him it couldn't be fixed.]

Yeah, sure... What do you need me to do?

[redshirtrobot]

[Fracas is still a touch nervous about this. Of course he's nervous; there are bound to be Autobots everywhere and he never knows if they're going to try to be friendly... or try to pop his head off.

But. Wheeljack asked for people to help, and this is one of the things that Fracas is good at. And he knows that at least the two Wreckers won't be after him, which makes a huge difference.

No blowing up or getting smushed here.

So, after steeling himself, he walks over.]

Uh... hi.

Oh hey Fracas. :D

[neverputincharge]

[When Fracas shows up, Bulkhead's over at the table, checking the plans over again. Even if he did draw them out himself, he's doing last minute checks. They don't need a part out of place on the thing.

He turns at the greeting, and despite them talking over the link, the site of a Vehicon still gives start. He has to fight down that first instinct, the guy's not even acting aggressively.]

Hey, uh, never did get yer name.

Bulkhead hi 8D

[redshirtrobot]

[He knows to generally give the Autobots from their world a wide berth, if only because their first instinct tended to be either chasing him or killing him. At least Fracas has developed a talent for being polite and nonthreatening. He starts a little himself, then dips his head sheepishly.]

O-oh, yes! I'm sorry, I should have mentioned it when we talked. I'm Fracas. It's uh. It's good to meet you.

[On friendly-ish terms, that is.]

[robotfightclub]

[Arcee doesn't take long to get there soon after she received the coordinates. In fact, she was pretty much already in alt mode by time their conversation had ended. She may not know how to build a ship , but it's not like they're completely foreign to her.

To be honest, the only reason why she's even going is to make sure it actually gets done. That... and maybe to stay close to whatever's left of the team. Yes, Wheeljack is a part of the team, at least enough for her. With the loss of Optimus and feeling a strange disconnect to those who are here--or who she hopes are still here; it's been a long time since she's seen Ratchet--maybe it's time to put personal grudges aside and stick together.

Optimus would have wanted that...

As soon as she spots the site and gets close enough, she transforms back and casually walks up to Wheeljack, a hand on her hip.]

So what's the rundown?

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack hears her voice, and turns. He's impressed by her punctuality, actually. From what he's heard, Arcee wasn't entirely fond of him...for some odd reason. But to see her here, and pretty willingly, he can't say he's complaining. His hand gestures to the bare-bones framework of the ship.]

Say we're off to a good start. It'll take awhile, but definitely a lot faster than the last time I built it.

Tell me, Cee. You more for electronics or straight up buildin'?

[robotfightclub]

[There's a slight eyebrow raise at 'Cee'. I'm sorry, but when did they become chummy enough for that?

She lets it go for now, but he better watch it... She doesn't want to start scrap, for Optimus's sake, but she has her limits.]

I'm more for flying them. I wouldn't know where to begin, you might as well just tell me what the simplest job is.

Re: RECEIVE YOUR JOB

[shutupndrive]

[The rookie was rather excited to help out ship, wanting a chance to be useful in some way. Everyone else had found ways to pull their weight around Haven and he still felt like he was at a standstill for a reason--though he knew the cause. He just didn't want to dwell on it more than he had to because they were supposed to move on. Stay strong. Stick together.

Except Ratchet had been pretty MIA as of late and it had the rookie worried.

Maybe Bulkhead and Arcee knew what the medic was up to. He'd have to ask them.

Arriving at the work site, Smokescreen transformed and streched some, bouncing on his pedes a bit, ready to get started.]

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Wheeljack had unintentionally gotten a bit fond of the rookie. From what he'd been told, Smokescreen was pretty much the 'replacement him', but from the looks of it...he didn't mind so much. He had spark, and his eagerness to please was a good trait to have in a bot. Maybe a little goody-two-shoes, for him, but anyone who idolizes Wreckers and knows their motives is a plus in his book.

So when the newbie rolls in, those blue eyes flicker happily.]

Was wondering when you'd show, kid.

[He goes over to Smokescreen, putting him in a playful headlock and 'ruffling' that helm.]

[shutupndrive]

Hey, lemme go!

[There's a tinge of laughter in his voice as he playfully tries to struggle away, doorwings flicking happily at the attention he's getting from the other.

It always means a lot to him to know that others are actually, you know, happy to see him.]

I'm not that late! ...Am I? I didn't think I was.

[doctordon]

[Don sails down from the bright red Gokai Galleon on his zipline, stumbling a bit on the way down. He rolls over and gets back up to his feet like he never even fell, brushing himself off. He shades his eyes, looking for the robot that he had corresponded with. He spots him, and waves back and forth.]

Hey, down here!

[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Well that was a flashy entrance. Wheeljack would give you props for it, but IT'S SO MUCH COOLER TO NOT SAY ANYTHING. Just a nod'll do for now. Thankfully with Miko being a resident in his room, he's gotten used to looking down, and holds up a hand in a 'wave'.]

Hey Doc. Glad to see ya made it.

Wasn't too out of the way, was it?

[doctordon]

[Don wasn't trying to be cool, he's just so used to spazzing out and falling over that it doesn't faze him anymore when he does. He looks around as he talks, laying interested eyes on the worksite.]

Nah, we don't really spend any time in one place anyway! We've been in this quadrant for a little while...

[He's leaning back pretty far to look at Wheeljack.]

So what do you want me to do? I'm ready for anything!

Whoops sorry this is late

[heytheresugarbot]

[Do you really have a job for this guy? Because Quickstrike is so stoked!

Something to do!

Click click click...

Hey Wheeljack, there's a tiny yellow mutant cowboy on your shoulder.]

Howdy!

[Hi c:]

no prob bro B(

[wheeljackofalltrades]

...

[Wheeljack sees the yellow bot on his shoulder--and nearly flicks him off in shock. Thankfully, he stops himself, catching his 'breath'.]

Hey Skippy! Don't sneak up like that.

[heytheresugarbot]

Sorry 'bout that bossbot!

Thought you know I was here truth be told.

[His snake head hisses lightly and watches Wheeljack while Quickstrike looks out over the construction.]

Whoooheee, sure got some work goin' on for ya here dontcha? Lookin' like a lot of fun if ya ask me.