Wheeljack knew those cannons. They were the cannons his own world's Ironhide used. Gatling guns of pure steel and metal muscle, ready to open fire at him. If he wasn't so thick headed, he would have turned tail and ran.
But instead, he readies those swords, defending himself as best he can through the rain of bullets.
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Wheeljack knew those cannons. They were the cannons his own world's Ironhide used. Gatling guns of pure steel and metal muscle, ready to open fire at him. If he wasn't so thick headed, he would have turned tail and ran.
But instead, he readies those swords, defending himself as best he can through the rain of bullets.
What can he say? Wreckers never call for backup.]