I like the new look.

[derpjack_ftw]

WHO:  Wheeljack, Vergil
WHAT:  Wheeljack meets a new friend . . . oh, wait, it's just Vergil
WHERE:  Vergil's clinic / Wheeljack's workshop, Zone Five
WHEN:  Today
WARNINGS/NOTES:  None I can think of.  =D;;;

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[helpful_squid]

Vergil was at work on a set of servos that would need to be returned to their owner in full working condition later in the day. The mech in question was decidedly larger than most, and his parts were correspondingly bigger. While Vergil could've done the work on his own with the help of his dog-drone, it was simply easier to let Removed Corrosion continue recharging and get into the mech suit to work with the bigger pieces. Thus, when Wheeljack poked his head in, the head that looked back at him was... well. Mechanical, for one thing. Orange and black, for another. Six-opticked, three on each side, all of them white rather than blue or red. Oh, and attached to a four-armed, two-legged mech with a spidery-circular emblem where another mech might have a faction brand. Can't forget that part.

It let out a surprised whistle, a sound Wheeljack might well have recognized as one of Vergil's, and raised one of its upper arms in greeting.

[derpjack_ftw]

Wheeljack was actually rather used to not seeing faction symbols necessarily, though it'd been a long time since he'd seen it with any regularity before coming here. There had been plenty of Neutrals back home, even if he didn't wind up interacting with them more often than not.

The design of the symbol this mech did have was a bit confusing to him though - made him think of a target with crosshairs - but he wasn't going to make a judgment on it at all.

He'd not been aware that Vergil had anyone in his employment besides Wing. Maybe this was another new hire. The whistle confirmed that this person likely at least knew the Huragok, whatever else it might mean. He raised a hand in return. "Hey. Ya seen Weighted Forward around? I need ta talk ta him. If he's got a minute."

[helpful_squid]

The mech ducked its head in a gesture that looked very much like embarrassment. "Oh," it said, "that would be me. I had forgotten I was wearing the suit."

Its voice was low and oddly accented, at least compared to many of the Nexus residents. A human might recognize it as sounding like a native speaker of Swahili, one specifically from Kenya.

"I'm sorry, Wheeljack. Just a moment. I'll explain."

The optics went dark, the mech's head sliding back as a crack developed across its chest. A moment later the upper part of the torso tilted backwards, and the Huragok's comparatively tiny form peeped out.

[derpjack_ftw]

Wheeljack thought he'd heard the accent before somewhere, but it was forgotten completely when the mech appeared to spontaneous take himself partway apart!

There was an instant of internal reaction to the sight, an abhorrence that spiked through him for the sake of the poor mech who'd been gutted and taken over by another life form to be used as some kind of puppet . . . but it was kneejerk and instinctual and shoved aside the next instant for the ridiculous thought that it was. More likely, this was a construction of Vergil's as an adaptation for life among Cybertronians, in which case the "suit" made perfect sense, really. And anyway, it wasn't as if he'd never seen others - namely humans - do much the same. Just not to such a level of sophistication.

It took the Autobot a klik longer than he would have liked to recover, but then he shook himself. "Heh, s-sorry. That's just a . . . really strange sight for someone like me. Anyway . . . hi! You, ah, got a minute?"