re_alignment_logs | A ship is a ship is a ship [Backdated]

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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[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.

[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.]

Uh...yeah, nice ta meetcha too.

[Yeah, semi-friendlyish terms It's a good start anyway.]

So ya worked on the ship. Whattaya better at? Doin' tech stuff, wirin'? [He gestures at the plans.] Or workin' on the hull?

[It's a better start than usual, which is more than Fracas expects.]

I'm better with wiring and tech. It may not have seemed like it, but I did a lot of work on the engines and lighting on the Nemesis.

[Which was probably hard to tell, what with the whole 'perpetual twilight' thing on the stupid ship.]

[Seriously, how do you guys live in such a low lighted ship?

He looks Fracas over, noting especially the smaller fingers on the hands. Yep, those would definitely be good for wiring.]

Well, good. We can putcha ta work on the engines. Though they'll probably be smaller than yer used to. [They're not building a miles long/tall warship here. He shifts around the table, finding the plans for the engines and shows them to Fracas.]

[Luck, mostly. Though some handrails would be appreciated.

He straightens slightly and nods.]

That just means I'll have to climb less, really. Some parts may be a bit different. [Fracas pauses to look at the engine blueprints, tapping and tracing one claw along the design, nodding.] Yeah, I can definitely do this. I mean, I should be able to, anyway.

[You couldn't pay him enough to work on the warship.]

Parts are definitely gonna be different. Got some from Solus, and other stuff we found in the junkpile. [A pause.] Made sure it would be good to use of course.

[He watches Fracas examine the blue prints.]

I can keep an eye out for somebody ta help ya. Plus I'll be around too to help.

[It makes a lot of difference when you fear for your life, really.]

Good, good. I figured someone would at least make sure the parts function. Otherwise building an engine would be... kind of silly.

[He eyes them until he thinks he's got them committed to memory, and then looks to Bulkhead and nods.]

If anyone shows up, I'd appreciate the help; I don't. Usually work alone. [Vehicon and all.] I'd hate to monopolize your time.

A ship is a ship is a ship [Backdated]

Oh hey Fracas. :D

Bulkhead hi 8D

Hai! How are you?

Oh I'm cool and very alive. How about you?

Well, I haven't nearly died in months, which is kind of surreal. But otherwise good!

Yeah, the lack of almost dying can get really eerie sometimes. But it's not so bad!

It really is!

And the not trying to murder each other is a plus too!