- Motto: "Transform and smoke 'em!"
- Weapon: Twin Shoulder-Mounted Rocket Launchers
Wheeljack’s spark skipped a pulse when he heard Red Alert’s initial message echo across the bridge’s main intercom followed closely by a second one over Jack’s own personal comm line. The paranoid mech had apparently picked up a scent once he left the training room and it led him right to the shuttle bay doors. Of course it did. Why not the one place I didn’t want him to go? Naturally! The mad scientist placed a hand on his forehead and sighed before opening a channel back to Red Alert:
>>Okay, Red, don’t get your circuits in a twist. I’ll be right down.”<<
Wheeljack then stood from his chair and turned to the other Autobots present on the bridge. “I’ll head on down there to see what’s got Red all in a bind. I'm sure its nothing serious. Be back soon, I hope.” The mechanical engineer then grabbed his toolkit and headed for the doors but was quickly stopped by Bluestreak.
“You need any help down there, ‘Jack?” The gunner asked with a friendly smile. “If there is a cyber-rat infestation aboard you’ll need an extra hand to help deal with them. Those things can be pretty vicious and even very large at times. I can remember encountering a few back on Cybertron before we departed and let me tell you they were not happy to see me. One tried to bite my whole head off even! Can you imagine that? That’s how fraggin’ big it was! Then there was another one that was much smaller, but it’s bite still hurt like a....”
Wheeljack raised his hand into the air to stop Bluestreak’s neverending ramble. It’s not that he didn’t appreciate Blue wanting to help, it’s just he didn’t need an entire oral essay on cyber-rat behavioral patterns and size differences. “I’ll be fine, Blue. It could be nothing but Red’s over developed sense of paranoia again. Besides, Inferno’s already down there, as well, so between the three of us I think we’re covered. I’ll comm you if we need additional assistance. Okay?”
Looking a bit defeated, Bluestreak nodded. “Oh, sure, that’s fine. I’ll be right here if you need me, ‘Jack. Be careful.”
“Don’t worry, Blue, I will,” Wheeljack replied as he patted the talkative gunner on the shoulder before turning and walking off the bridge.
As he made his way through the hallways of the ship, Wheeljack couldn’t help but feel a little bad about rejecting Bluestreak’s offer of assistance. The black and silver mech meant well, but there were already enough ‘Bots being drawn to the shuttle bay as it were. ‘Jack didn’t need to try and deflect yet another one especially since Blue would surely talk his audio receptors off in the process, making it very hard to concentrate.
Taking a turbo lift down to the lower decks, Wheeljack stepped off and took his time traversing through the remaining corridors that would lead him directly to Red Alert’s location. Sure, the paranoid mech would get even more antsy during the long wait, but ‘Jack just wanted to make sure Smokescreen and his femme had enough time to vacate the shuttle bay before the scientist had no choice but to finally let Red in. He could only stall his anxious comrade for so long, after all.
Rounding one final corner, Wheeljack was now in sight of Red Alert standing in front of the shuttle bay doors. The mechanical engineer smiled under his face shield before walking up behind the paranoid mech and giving him a good hard pat on the back. It would likely startle Red Alert, but that was the point. Sometimes, it was fun to watch his overreactions, if not a bit mean.
“Hey, Red! Sorry it took me a while to get down here. I had to grab my tools along the way. Almost forgot where I put them. Heh heh.” Wheeljack’s little white lie was plausible enough, considering his toolkit had actually been near him up on the bridge, but Red Alert didn’t need to know that. “Now, let me take a look at these doors.”
The mad scientist stepped closer to the control pad and entered the security codes to see for himself. Wheeljack knew what the outcome would be, he even knew the cause, but he wanted it to look as if he was approaching this situation for the first time with no knowledge of what actually was wrong. “Yeah, it's likely just a blown circuit or something. Probably caused by a power surge during the transwarp jump. Things like that can happen sometimes. I’m going to have to bypass it in order to get us inside.”
Wheeljack placed his toolkit on the ground before opening up the access panel on the wall next to the hangar doors. He then bent down and grabbed a soldering torch from his kit before returning his gaze to the exposed circuitry and cables. After studying the various connections for a few moments, he started pulling out some of the wiring and establishing new pathways around the broken, or in this case missing, circuit board. “Mmm, this may take a little more time than I originally thought. I’ve got a primary board that’s blown here. I should be able to get around it, but it might take a few breems. Bare with me.”
In all honesty, Wheeljack could bypass the missing circuit in less than half a breem with both hands locked in stasis cuffs behind his back. However, in order to give Smokey plenty of time to get going, ‘Jack decided to stall Red Alert a little longer. He hated doing so, but he owed the rallybot one and the scientist always made good on a promise. “So, Red, you really think we’ve got cyber-rats nesting in there? What makes you say that? Have you seen any of their energon droppings lying around or is it just that sniffer of yours acting up again?"