Central Labs of Autobot Headquarters, Iacon
Wheeljack carefully placed the last panel to his latest invention and welded it in place. He then turned to one of the many consoles linked to the contraption. With the same care he put into the construction and design he began writing the crucial details of the programing. He really should have waited for someone like Preceptor to go over things like safety checks before he even started on the programming. (Programing really wasn't 'Jack's strong suite anyway.) But Wheeljack was eager for his latest invention's completion. With it the Autobots could transport troops and materials from one planet to another quicker than one could say 'scraplet'.
Besides, Preceptor had gone over the design and theoretical program and said they were relatively sound. Wheeljack punched in the coordinates of a nearby barren planet and started the new machine. In hindsight perhaps he should've tested the machine with closer, on planet, coordinates, but the machine was already on and Wheeljack was far to eager to give such things like hindsight any thought.
*BOOOOOM*
"Fascinating."
The primarily white mech looked down, peering through the rapidly dissipating smoke, where he would've normally assumed the remains of his failed invention would exist. (Provided there was enough left to exist.) Instead of his invention however there was a small bipedal, organic creature. With predominately brown and green fibrous coverings. (Or at least he thought they were green and brown. It was hard to tell what with all the scorch marks and smoke.)The organic looked back up at him with equal curiosity, either uncaring or completely unaware of his scorched frame.
"Fascinating." It said again, striding towards a table that was remarkable whole and not on its side. He scaled it so that he could get a closer look at the stranger without craning his neck so much.
He grinned.
The white mech grinned back. Any disappointment he might've had over the failure of his invention(He didn't have any, explosions were only minor setbacks after all.) was replaced with his infinite curiosity at the sight of the small organic.
"Hello, little organic, I'm Wheeljack. I've never meet a sentient organic before. If you are indeed sentient that is."
"I would like to think so.", Replied the odd organic, "I am an inventor. My name is Cycero. Iā"
"An inventor! What a coincidence so am I!"
"Really?" the newly dubbed Cycero asked excitedly.
Wheeljack nodded and gestured at his lab "Ah, unfortunately many of my experiments seem to go awry. Quite explosively I might add, minor setbacks. I must apologize it was likely my experiment's failure that brought you here."
"Don't worry!" He chirped, "All part of progress. I was tampering with wormholes and space-time warping. So if there is any one to blame for my appearance here, it's me."
"That is very similar to what I was working on myself! Perhaps we executed the testing at the same time and they synchronized! Instead of opening to the designated coordinates they responded to the spacial fluxuations and ā"
"Took the path of least resistance! Yes!" Cycero beamed at Wheeljack. "Do you think we could recreate the effect?" he asked eagerly.
"What? Oh, yes I suppose you would want to return. Being suddenly yanked and stranded on an alien planet must be rather frightening." Wheeljack rubbed the back of his helm somewhat embarrassed. He didn't want this new creature to leave yet.
"Don't be silly! I can't think of anything better happening to me! So many new scientific opportunities!"
Wheeljack's head fins flashed a hopeful blue. Could this little organic-?
Cycero suddenly pulled out a large hammer and lifted it in the air,
"FOR SCIENCE!"
Wheeljack plucked a hand welder out of subspace and raised it upwards as well,
"FOR SCIENCE!"
