A non-G1 fic? WHAT?! Anyways, this is my explanation of a few loose ends in the Unicron trilogy. Enjoy!

"You can't keep doing this," the grey and blue figure commented as he opened the door.

"How the hell did you get into my room?" the mech sitting on the bed snarled. He preferred his privacy.

"You tend to spot a few things when you've been a sniper for a few million years. Namely, you entering your access code. Besides, would you prefer Hot Shot or Side Swipe got in?" the other robot said as he entered. Grabbing a chair from under a desk, he leaned back and put his legs on the desk, nearly knocking over a lamp.

"Shut up," his companion growled. "And get your legs off my desk. You're almost as irritating as Side Swipe."

If he had eyes, the other Transformer would've rolled them. "Really? Honestly, even you would figure I'm way off that. Anyways, as I was saying, you've gotta stop locking yourself in here for hours on end. S'not nice. After all, you are an Autobot."

"Bullshit," the other mech sneered. "I'm a neutral at best and a Con at worst." Pointing sharply, he continued. "Even if it was our commander's fault, they were still Autobots. Autobots who betrayed my trust. Must say, I was glad when Shot told me they were dead."

His masked friend scoffed. "Please. On the outside, you may be a Con, but you've still got the spark of a Bot. I know that you were one of the biggest reasons ole' Galvy and Prime teamed against Unicron."

His navy-and-yellow compatriot huffed. "And now Megs is dead and Prime's missing, with Jetfire, Hot Shot, and Red Alert looking for him. Not to mention Starscream, Thrust, and Sideways are gone too."

"Feh. Sure, Screamer is now a bit of a war hero, and Prime was our leader, but the rest. Frag them, I say," the other robot in the room shrugged, getting up to leave. "I know, you're still upset at the Autobots for deserting you. But there's still some Decepticons who refuse to ally with the Autobots. And that's my true reason for coming here."

This caught his friend's attention. "Oh?" he asked. Some more combat wouldn't be bad, he guessed.

"Yup," the sniper commented, tossing a card to the other, which he caught. "Me, Scavenger, and our Mini-Cons are going hunting for them. Leave Side Swipe, Hoist, and some others to help the Mini-Cons rebuild the planet. I know the kids on Earth are fine, especially since Jetfire's having Overload guard there. If you want to join, call." And at that, the mech left.

Wheeljack read the card and smirked. A little extra action never hurt anyone. And maybe…he could be redeemed. He guessed he should take up Blurr's offer. And at that he ran out into the hallway, intent on hunting down the bot.