[Wheeljack has spent most of the shuttle ride huddled in a corner with his legs drawn up and his face buried against his daemon, Prolus. It would be easy to confuse this as his doing and saying nothing, but that would be a mistake]

[He has actually been desperately attempting to contact his lord Megatron for most of the flight, repeatedly pinging their location before messaging him via his internal comm]

::My lord... please. Please answer. I left the ship recently, and- and the Queen we encountered spoke to me of obedience, of the time and energies you devoted to attempting to mold me into a proper decepticon, one who is worthy of you. She was right about me, the way you always have been. I shouldn't have-::

::Help me, I can't do this without you.::