#biggreenwrecker

[ c. ] Bulkhead had tried to contact base again but still no signal from anyone. “Bulkhead to base. Do you read?” This predicament they were in seemed like a trap at best. But how on earth did they both end up like this? All Bulkhead could remember was ridding in Jackhammer with his best pal Wheeljack then the next thing they knew they both woke up unaware of their surroundings.

He then turned to his helm to look at his bestfriend who was knocking on the ground for what purpose? Hoping to get a signal of some kind? That would be highly unlikely being this far underground. “Jackie do you have any idea what just happened and where we are?” Bulkhead asked as his one of his servos turned into a flashlight looking through the cave.

Just their luck that this happened to them as they were both going on a mini road trip out in the galaxys. The Jackhammer took worst hits than them and who knows how long it would take them to repair it?

[ 💥 ] :|| Wheeljack waited, frame tensed as he strained to hear anything that may have responded to his knocking out in the darkness. Whether organic or otherwise, something had to have heard him... something other than his closest friend. 

     “Not a clue, big guy,” the Wrecker rumbled, easing himself up from the floor. “Last thing I remember is trying to steer the ship to safety from that solar storm--came out of nowhere. After that... well, just waking up beside you. There’s worse fates than that, at least.” A smile quirked across his features for only a moment before fading away. Something wasn’t right.

“As the idle pastures, so sweet and mild, do gently roll in the wind. So does this beauty, there within, remind me of you. 

He visited the area, once, when the gladiators were taken to Protihex for a tournament. This was long after the Well had stopped producing newsparks and had been sealed off, but there were dozens of altars set up around the perimeter, each one watched over by an acolyte.

Mecha used these altars to pray to the Thirteen Primes, or specific ones if they took a patron. They could bring small offerings and speak with the attending priests. Many mecha who were low class visited the Well Shrines as opposed to the grand temples, as it was largely considered the proper thing to do in maintaining class division.

Whoop!

She feigns under the shadow of the big mech, standing stock-still until he settled and focusing on the concrete below her feet. Craning her head up, she smiled, giving a friendly touch to the metal she could reach.

Arcee blushed looking away biting her lip before she kissed him on his lips and blushed majorly.