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[playfultyrant]

Leave a Message for the new Lord.

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Audio, backdated to the return shuttle from The Forgotten King

[incendiarism3]

[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.::

[playfultyrant]

[ despite all odds. Wheeljacks seeming vain attempts to seek his master bare fruit after all.

As a simple message scrambles through. Not just in his datapad. But his very mind as well.

The voice of his Lord and Savior.]

:: my poor Wheeljack. I hear you. I am with you always even when you do not see me.

Your abandonment of me is not your fault but a fault it is none the less.

If I could of taken you with me... I would have.

I would have you at my side where you always belonged.

I still care for you and I will return...::

"Soon as I can. You will be mine once more. You and all that I desire."

[ the voice rings in his head. And then fades like. A gentle caress. ]

[incendiarism3]

[Wheeljack goes rigid with surprise at first upon actually receiving a response, then relaxes by bit with a shuddering release through his vents. Even Prolus relaxes enough to curl up at his side]

[He's been heard. He isn't abandoned anymore, his lord has come back for him. This is better. This is the way it should be. It is going to be all right, now]