Forgotten Soul

Wrecker Time

  Greywolf walks around, feeling bored with nothing to do. The treaty was in place and both factions were on the Nemesis. The sparkling's interest was peaked when he heard Breakdown's laughter from a room. He peeks into the room to see Breakdown with two other mechs.

  "Hey, Little Wolf," Breakdown smiles, spotting Greywolf.

  "Hi, Uncy Breaky. Who dey?" the little wolf wanders over to them.

  "The green mech is Bulkhead and the mech with the swords is Wheeljack," Breakdown picks him up and sets him on his lap. Greywolf waves and the two mechs waved back.

  "We used to be Wreckers together. All three of us," Bulkhead smiles as Greywolf's optics widen.

  "This was way before the war started," Breakdown pointed out.

  "What was it like? What did you do?" Greywolf asked.

  "Well, we play fought and took down all the baddies we encountered," Wheeljack grins and launches into a story with Greywolf hanging onto every word. Suddenly the Wrecker pulls out his swords and swung them in a strike he was describing. Greywolf shrieks and shrinks into Breakdown's protective hug.

  "Is he okay," Bulkhead asked, concerned.

  "Others have attacked him by swinging some kind of weapon at him," Breakdown replied, gently petting the shaking sparkling

  "Oops. Sorry, kid," Wheeljack puts his swords away, "I won't hurt you. Promise."

  Greywolf stares at him, scared, then slowly calms down, still clinging to Breakdown's arm.

  "You weally pwomise?" Greywolf asked softly.

  "I really promise," Wheeljack smiles, "how about I teach you how to weild swords? So you won't be scared by them anymore."

  Greywolf brightens and nods excitedly. The Wreckers grin and Wheeljack shows Greywolf how to use two swords with Bulkhead as encouragement and Breakdown as supervision.