Disclaimers: Transformers © HasTak, IDW. Wirejack © me.
Information High - 28 Wirejacks
Angsty Wirejack
Jason M. Lee
'I wonder what would your reaction be.'
Wirejack sat on the edge of the cliff, watching as the ruby sun slowly dipped below the horizon, even though he knew it was just the Earth's rotation that created the illusion. Nevertheless, it was a spectacular illusion he and other Cybertronians could never compare to on Cybertron.
'Would you study every engineering feat they've struggled and created over their history? Would you try to find ways to improve it?'
Twilight followed, stars in wholly different constellations appearing but never changing their light. Blue optics that were slightly dimmer than usual stood out against the gathering darkness as he looked up into the moonlit sky.'Or would you create even more messes that would send half of us to the Med Bay?'
A wistful smile, cradling the cup of high-grade in his hands. Wire rarely touched the stuff or joined in the parties, needing all his processors intact given his alt-mode and operations with data-tracking. But on special occasionals, he would pull out the flask that he had managed to smuggled to Earth.'I can imagine you watching that show with those special effects people based in San Francisco at almost every opportunity. They might not beat you when it comes to explosions but they sure know how to make it entertaining and educating within their capabilities.'
Wings spread out, relishing the wind that tickled his flaps. Back on Cybertron, it was tricky for any flyer to enjoy tall places or leisure flying without getting shot at by your enemies or by mistaken identity. Primus knew he had "been mistaken for a Decepticon Seeker" enough times by former cadet mates.'I wonder how would you view their failures and accomplishments. Maybe small and insignificant by our standards but you have to give it to them for the tenacity on constantly pushing the limits.'
Rocks being crushed from behind heralded the Autobot deputy commander, carrying his own high-grade. A nod at his subordinate as he sat down next to the younger mech, not saying a word. Just listening to the nightlife and feeling the breeze.'I also wonder why you never told me the reasons behind my design. Did you know the troubles we would both go through? Or did you see it as a challenge because you were ground-based? Because you couldn't experience the skies above and you wanted me to feel them?'
In a silent gesture of respect, Jetfire raised his receptacle in a toast with a smiling glint in his optics. Wirejack smiled sadly and gently tapped his cup against his superior's in response.'Wish you were still here...'
A/N: Not so much angsty than more melancholy. Still, just a bit angsty. And the mech Wirejack is thinking of is his creator, another TF OC.
If the disclaimers wasn't clear enough, Wirejack is a TF OC of mine. NO STEALING.