Wheeljack's first warning that something had gone wrong was a blue-white cyberforming beam that annihilated half the continental United States.
The second was when the Nemesis launched a squadron of Decepticon fighters who had shot down the Jackhammer and run him to ground somewhere the might have once been the American Northeast. He couldn't be entirely sure, the second and third cyberforming waves hadn't affected him, but they'd rearranged the topography of the planet to the point it was unrecognizable and maps were useless.
It hurt to lose the ship. The Jackhammer had been his shield against the void and his only companion for so long that he'd come to think of her as a sort of unofficial Wrecker.
It probably hurt the Decepticons more though, because he'd baited a half a dozen of them into it with a fake distress signal and then blown them all to hell.
Now, he was stranded on an alien planet with no way to escape or call for help. He'd picked up a few Decepticon broadcasts on the public Cybertronian frequencies (though he didn't dare use his own comm for fear of Soundwave), and seen what had happened - from Megatron's perspective anyways. The Tyrant has seized control of some artifact up on Cybertron, killed Optimus - or at least mortally wounded him - and he was touting Earth as the first conquest in his new 'Decepticon Empire'.
Over my sparkless frame, thought Wheeljack as he drove, though what he'd actually do about it was another story. He was trapped, all alone, and short on friends. Hard to call it one way or another if Optimus was really dead. The Prime had looked fragged in the broadcast, but if Megatron had really killed him, there was no way he wouldn't be parading the Lord Prime's greying body around in front of his followers. Bulkhead had looked fine, Ratchet hadn't been present. That gave him hope.
Zipping along on one of the cyberformed highways below him, Wheeljack saw a fleet of Vehicon speedsters, and he transformed to get a better view, his eyes drawn to their destination - the ruins of one of Earth's cities. That was strange, there couldn't be anything of value to the Cybertronians there, so what were they after?
Were there humans who were still alive? If there were, as an Autobot it was his duty to at least investigate, and he transformed and sped after them, keeping out of sight.
The second was when the Nemesis launched a squadron of Decepticon fighters who had shot down the Jackhammer and run him to ground somewhere the might have once been the American Northeast. He couldn't be entirely sure, the second and third cyberforming waves hadn't affected him, but they'd rearranged the topography of the planet to the point it was unrecognizable and maps were useless.
It hurt to lose the ship. The Jackhammer had been his shield against the void and his only companion for so long that he'd come to think of her as a sort of unofficial Wrecker.
It probably hurt the Decepticons more though, because he'd baited a half a dozen of them into it with a fake distress signal and then blown them all to hell.
Now, he was stranded on an alien planet with no way to escape or call for help. He'd picked up a few Decepticon broadcasts on the public Cybertronian frequencies (though he didn't dare use his own comm for fear of Soundwave), and seen what had happened - from Megatron's perspective anyways. The Tyrant has seized control of some artifact up on Cybertron, killed Optimus - or at least mortally wounded him - and he was touting Earth as the first conquest in his new 'Decepticon Empire'.
Over my sparkless frame, thought Wheeljack as he drove, though what he'd actually do about it was another story. He was trapped, all alone, and short on friends. Hard to call it one way or another if Optimus was really dead. The Prime had looked fragged in the broadcast, but if Megatron had really killed him, there was no way he wouldn't be parading the Lord Prime's greying body around in front of his followers. Bulkhead had looked fine, Ratchet hadn't been present. That gave him hope.
Zipping along on one of the cyberformed highways below him, Wheeljack saw a fleet of Vehicon speedsters, and he transformed to get a better view, his eyes drawn to their destination - the ruins of one of Earth's cities. That was strange, there couldn't be anything of value to the Cybertronians there, so what were they after?
Were there humans who were still alive? If there were, as an Autobot it was his duty to at least investigate, and he transformed and sped after them, keeping out of sight.