Engineering will never be the same...

[derpjack_ftw]

Omnicomm in hand with the map file displayed - the one that Alex had given him - Wheeljack made his way through the halls of the alien ship he'd found himself on only cycles ago.  Once in a while, he'd reach out to brush cool, pliable-metal fingers over the stone-plastic-something surface of the wall as he went, still in awe of this reportedly

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[hack_rat]

A rather frail, scar-covered blond teen was sitting off to the side of the room cross legged in a chair in front of a laptop. He was wearing an oversized grey hoodie with an off white tee-shirt and a plain pair of jeans. His shoeswere kicked off under the desk so he could cross his legs better. Upon hearing his name he looked up and smiled at Wheeljack. The small head of a black rat popped out of the hood of the jacket to see what was going on.

"Y-you made it, good! I-I'm Alex." He stood up and offered a hand to shake. "I-it's an honour ta meet you."

[derpjack_ftw]

Wheeljack easily approached the only other person in the room, taking the hand in a firm hold . . . while trying to remember his strength. A human's hand was a great deal more fragile than a Cybertronian's! At least in comparison to the amount of force the Autobot would customarily put into a friendly grip.

"Pleasure's mine, Alex! I'm Wheeljack . . . a-and you, um, you already knew that." He was far from socially graceful, and to this day meeting new people always made him a little nervous, wondering how they'd take him. He also wondered if the speech glitch was normal, or if Alex was just nervous too. He'd certainly stuttered like that more times than he liked to think about! Huh . . . for that matter, if Cybertronians couldn't be repaired the way they could from damage they took, then the engineer would have been similarly covered in scars. He wondered if the boy was similarly a survivor of bully attacks . . . or if the old wounds were from something even darker.

Okay, knock it off! None'a your business anyway.Pushing the

[hack_rat]

Unfortunately, the stutter seemed to be a it of nervousness on top of his normal trouble. He was meeting another legend after all. Unfortunately, he hadn't been the nicest to the last Cybertron he met, but it hadn't been one of the best situations for them to meet.

Alex smiled when Wheeljack noticed Alice, "y-yup! H-her n-name's Alice. Sh-she was probably n-napping. A-anyway, er... W-well, I g-guess, welcome ta Engineering! I-I'm n-not really the best person ta r-really give the grand tour, b-but, well, I think for the most part j-just avoid any p-project that looks like someone's w-workin' on, and y-you c-can use the parts here 's long as it's not f-for anythin' unethical."

This was another one of those times where Alex wished that he had some skill in the computer area aside from programming.

[derpjack_ftw]

"Wow. I've never seen somethin' like her this close." Wheeljack started to reach for her, to touch her, but he caught himself, making himself straighten from the crouch he'd leaned over into to get a better look at the tiny organic.

At the mention of the room, Wheeljack looked around again, finally noting the more mechanical areas and things scattered here and there - he'd managed to miss them at first impression, too overwhelmed by the amount of biological presence in the room.

"Unethical"... He suppressed a self-conscious snort. Depends on how ya define that, I guess. He'd been making weapons, traps, and other devices of war for so long they'd become second-nature, and they were necessary to be sure, but he didn't know how "ethical" they were. He had certainly never been overly comfortable with his own creations more times than not - did that count?

"I don't do anythin' that'd hurt another unless I hafta," he stated quietly, "either ta protect myself or my friends, or a cause I believe in